Angela, you make my cock very hard, and you do so very frequently. Sometimes it’s just the thought of you. In fact, it’s growing now.

By the way, you also make it explode in, well, the most intense way. Such pleasure that my entire body shakes.

An erotic poem inspired by and written to Dennis
(and others who experienced the freedom of the 60’s
and loved a few women along the way)

she is your flower child

your woman-girl

an unwritten sonnet, yet every word in place

the melodia always at the back of your throat

a slip of memory

tucked forever into a corner of your soon-weathered heart

there to unfold

again and again and again.

and you will remember this vixen-child:

her flowing hair, her open flesh

the rose promise of her pink-hued nipples

the tangled flourish of her saporous cunt

you will remember:

her generous desire, her unfettered need, her transparent flame

all of this offered to you

all of this gathered for you

from the chagrined pleats

of your mothers’ ferrous skirts

of your fathers’ flannel suits.

before too long the years will shift

clumsy and dumb, they will take you with them

you don’t even know it

you shouldn’t even know it

she won’t let you know it, at least not yet

so be with her now, in this moment of this night

in this moment of this night that will last forever

because it is all that matters

because it will always matter

mount her, take her, fuck her, love her

forget yourself in her soap-scented yearning

remember yourself in her wide-open giving

save yourself in the clasp of her legs, the press of her breasts

she is your flower child

and you will remember

because she is writing herself onto your heart

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Originally published for Sex Kitten

Hope you liked it.

xo, Angela

You guys know I like to write dirty stories, yes?

And you like them, don’t you? Oh, don’t fib to me.  Of course you do.

How do I know?  Because you tell me!  You send me emails, comment at the Blistered Lips site (FREE SMUT from yours truly), and — when you call me — you often mention the ones that particularly tickle your kink-bone.

In fact, more than a few of you have requested I record the stories for you, so you have something to listen to while you, um, fall asleep.  So … you’re not fooling me.  (And I love you for it, sweet boys.)

Well here’s you chance to TALK LIVE with me on the radio.  Ask me questions.  Requests new stories. And if you haven’t called me before and just want to hear my voice you can even listen in anonymously. (Mr. Smith: I mean YOU!)

Tomorrow night — or tonight, if you’re reading this on Tuesday — I’m going to be letting it all hang out with a group you just might be interested in meeting.

Because …

… I will be be joining fellow Erotica writers Irv O. Neil, Ed Cantor and Porno Person on In Bed with Doctor Sue,  the blog-radio podcast show hosted by Dr. Sue Storm,  herself.

Oh yes I am.  There’s even a chat-room for the quasi-shy.  See?  Something for everybody.

So take note:

Show:  Writers of Fetish Literature presented by Doctor Sue

Day:     Tuesday (November 13, 2012)

Time:    10:00 PM (EST)

Place:    Click Here

Call in Phone Number:   (646) 478-3644

Sign-Up to Chat room:    Click Here

I hope you find the time to listen it, maybe even chat or call in.  And check out the above linkage.  These are some pretty fine people and I’m honored to hang out with them.

xo, Angela

So I get this email from a MIA client:

To my Glorious and Brilliant Girl

To you …

… my creative Beauty.

… my imaginative Domina.

… my perfectionist-weaver of Glorious Fantasy.

… my adventurous Doppelganger and Partner in Crime.

… my wild Goddess who never met a taboo she didn’t like.

… my generous and patient stiletto-heeled Wonder-Girl.

… my understanding and idolized Phone Sex Illuminato.

This is ♥♥♥♥♥ from ♣♣♣♣ .

Well I used to live in ♣♣♣♣.   You might remember that circumstances dictated I leave the beautiful place I’d called home since forever to move to the Midwest, where I am helping my friends with their start-up Social Media company.  As you can imagine, it took a while to settle in and get things rolling.  But, finally, I feel like things are where they should be.  And boy! Have I missed you!

The good news is we are already out of the red and pulling paychecks. The better news is I have a smartphone.  Guess who I want to call on my sexy, new smartphone?

Yes, you.  Because, I MISSED YOU INSANELY !!!

Now for the nitty-gritty: how do I call you via phone? I was used to the convoluted ways of the web (pay using the site and call you on Skype). So how do I do it on a phone? Do I call NiteFlirt? And then how do I get you? To me there is ONLY ONE Angela, but if I say Angela do they know who I’m referring to? Do you have some kind of a numeric ID that I need to provide? Maybe I say Angela St. Lawrence?

As to our chats:

1. Our first chat needs to be about you and me.  I want to TALK with YOU. Then we can have another chat, or continue the chat.

2. I just want our first chat to be a very long chat.  At least an hour, though I hope you will indulge me with two or three hours of your time.

3. And then we will talk dirty. And I will cum for you, like I cum with no other woman in the world.

4. And I will leave you the review of reviews, telling the universe how special, how perfect, how wonderful you are.

5. And I will tip you and tribute you over and over to make up for all the time we’ve lost with my personal reinvention.

6. And I will call you again and again and again. Forever and ever.

I worship your imagination.  I cherish you for every facet of your personality. I am grateful for what you do to me and for me. And mostly, the way you do it. You play me like a violin. I’m yours and have been since the first time I heard you speak, totally unaware that I’d been doing phone sex all the wrong way with all the wrong girls for a very long time.  Unaware that I was about embark on the adventure of a lifetime with the very definition of perfection. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I hope you are well and content and happy.

My mind (and my cock and my overflowing balls) ache to talk with you. And maybe it will put a smile on your face to know that I have started looking around at ways of making one of my fantasies come true, in a safe way, but make it come true.

There definitely are possibilities in this area. I’m doing preliminary work right now. But I will get there.

Contact me.  Even one sentence will be sheer delight for me.  I will be watching my email obsessively.

Love love love,

From Me who adores YOU, my Brilliant Mystery Girl.

There’s a breach in your security

I’m inside you finally

My objective: distort your view

Wreck the very core of you

Tantalize, compromise your position

Dismantle your design

Contaminate and deface your convictions

Recreate your state of mind

And when your thoughts have been cleansed and corrected

We’ll celebrate the day

When everything that you were is rejected

That’s when I’ll have my way

Deny me if you think you can

But I always get my man

And before this night is through

I will corrupt you

I’ve had enough of your integrity

Your devotion sickens me

If there’s a fracture in your moral ground

I’ll find the break and I’ll bring you down

And you will swear to a brand new allegiance

Hope to die and cross your heart

You’ll abandon the things you believe in

With total disregard

And as the flag of your past life is burning

We’ll dance around the fire

Swept away by the tides that are turning

You’ll succumb to my desire

Deny me if you think you can

But I always get my man

And before this night is through

I will corrupt you

There’s a breach in your security

And when your thoughts have been cleansed and corrected

We’ll celebrate the day

When everything that you were is rejected

That’s when I’ll have my way

Deny me if you think you can

But I always get my man

And before this night is through

I will corrupt you

______________________________

‘Corrupt’ by Noel Karissa