If

-Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

(Dearest Miss V: Because you are a magnificent spirit, a generous friend, a beauteous force, my treasured partner in crime and a beloved mentor to many. ~Angela)

Happy Friday the Thirteenth.

1. Financial Goddess worth giving it up for: Exclusively Devon
2. Scarlett Teese: That would be Johansson and Dita Von (yum yum).
3. My newest pairs of heels: Are these sexy or what? and Would you kneel?
4. Laura Baumach: Sensually Wicked Man Love
5. Phone Sex with Miss Swan (very funny)
6. Maria’s online diary: Cuckolding Martin (very hot, sexy, explicit)
7. Cross-Dressing: From the inside out (honestly thoughtful)
8. Barely Legal PhoneSex Sweetheart (prepare to be amazed)
9. So you want to write erotica? (excellent resource, frequently updated)
10. Dominatrix, Heineken style. Actually, pretty much on the money.
11. A Woman of Conviction. Someone to admire, champion and support.
12. A most interesting artist who’s recently caught my attention.
13. OMG! Look what Mistress Sky’s been up to. I adore this woman!

More fun with the Friday the Thirteenth:

• WiKipeDia says
• Test Your Friday the 13th IQ
• Friday the 13th Strip Tease
• Jason Vorhees Redux

And one more thing:

First 5 callers: 1.13 per minute. Oops! Sale all gone. Sorry. (Thanks, guys!)

Angela 

My main gig is phonesex, phone sex fantasy — pure and simple.

Fantasy being the key word, but I’ll get back to that thought in a minute. Hang tough and I promise to make this short and sweet as I have things to do today and am on the move.

Because what I find curious is that….

Some (not all–don’t get jiggly on me) girls who do “FemDom” or “Spoiled Brat” or “Princess” or “Mistress” (don’t fool yourself–same crayon box, different crayons) calls are quite adamant that they don’t do phone sex, insisting that they are much superior to phonesex gals.

Of course these same self-professed dominatrices oft buy into their own mythology (ie. showing up at chat rooms, blogs and message boards to instruct, badger, and chastise the lowly and un-deified minions and/or collecting deadbeat boyfriends who suddenly evolve into houseboys/slaves). Which, come to think of it, is a pretty good reason to best be moving beyond this particular bit of blather. Don’t you think? Can’t really argue with a Demi-Goddess. Now, can we?

Back to the main thought here:

Anyway, the bottom line –no matter how you want to dress it up– is we fulfill the caller’s fantasy–not our’s, but the callers. Got that? In other words, we are the myth of perfection, not the reality. And, no matter which way you slice it, perfection within the realm of a fantasy call is defined by the caller, not the callee. The liaison between the phone sex caller and phone sex provider is a slippery one at best. He is looking –at least momentarily under the vise-like grip of his most lizardly self– for a fantasy come true, the perfect partner in slime. It our job to provide that experience in triple-decker, double-digits deviance of the highest caliber.

Furthermore, to be successful in this business of smoke and mirrors, requires a suspension of disbelief for both the caller and callee. Because we just ain’t getting him “there” unless we jump on the magic carpet with him. Yet, at the same time, we must maintain very clear professional boundaries….both for the caller and for us. The better we are –the more we care about what we do and who we do– the harder this becomes. But it is nonetheless an imperative of great import. Don’t kid yourself…souls lie in the balance here, karma is waiting right around the corner to kick our asses.

Personally, I block obsessive callers (312 at last count–but this number also includes the rude and the stupid), refusing to be a part of their downward spiral. I am diligent in reminding my callers that fantasy and reality are two different animals. That they must not be blinded by my neon-lit manger. That if I turned up the halogens things would look quite different.

I always remind them that in my everyday doings I am probably not much sexier than their wife/girlfriend/significant other….that just like her, I probably would not want to wear fetish leathers or tie them up or take their rectal temperature or kick them in the balls or force them to suck cock.

Because someday I won’t be young and beautiful and clever and full of myself and sharp and brilliant and adorable and adventurous and uncontainable (mythically speaking, of course).

And the telephone will only yield a busy signal.

And if you are wondering where all this came from…it all started here:

Are Sex Services Bad?

Damn you, Gracie!

….and emails, phone calls and (not to mention) reviews coming.

Reviews that just tickle me pink:

• how can i put this… tell the truth so it is believable… if you saw a unicorn or a leprechaun how would you tell your friends? gentlemen, this girl is the rarest gem, the most precious find. stake your claim on her time and you will reap the rewards. she will peer into your soul, your darkest secrets will be hers, not to scold or judge, but to embrace. she will dance with your demons, sing your song as if she wrote it and have you thanking the simple twist of fate that led you to read this review. give her 15 minutes of your time, in honest, earnest, conversation and she will become your muse, your phone sex diva, your partner in fetish and fantasy.
• Ours is not to ask why…ours is to call and unzip our fly.
• Angela, you know that 5 stars isn’t enough to rate you! What can I say, you took me to new heights and led me around to show me forbidden delights at the end of your leash! I look forward to the next time I can bring you my leash and submit to your will! Thank you for knowing all the buttons, and how to use them.
• Catholic School Girl turned Phone FemDom takes Jewish Boy, twists his libido into some perverse pretzel of kink and he is born again in the waters of all things unholy. Praise Jesus!
• Tonight, I was assaulted. I mean that this woman took total control of me from the first second we connected. She has shown me new ways to please and be pleased, teaching me to push the erotic envelope. Only tonight she surpassed herself and actually tore the envelope to shreds. THE ULTIMATE MISTRESS OF KINK.
• Smart Cookie takes Macho Man and turns him into her Little Panty Wimp. Can it get any better than this?
• My plane landed in Fantasy Island and, much to my glee, it was not Tatoo, the growth-hormone challenged, white-tuxed cherub who greeted me, but the slinky, spike-heeled, dark haired goddess, Angela who clamped the collar on and lead the way. As she always does. With power, love and brilliant perfection. Next time I’m buying a one way ticket.
• Cotton Candy Kink and Rollercoaster Raunch: The St. Lawrence Carnival for the Carnally-inclined is in town. Break open that piggy bank!
• The thing about Angela is that you have a relationship with her. She takes the time and effort to know what works, what doesn’t what should and what won’t, even when you don’t. She is not for the meek or the afraid, but if you let your guard down — if you can be brave enough to really admit what you feel and what you want — she can change your life.
• Whew! Just when I think she can’t possibly surprise me anymore, she turns around and totally blows me away. I was kinky before I called Angela for the first time. Now I’m a pathetic, drooling, cock-stupid (as she so sweetly puts it) deviant and loving every minute of it.
• Being of the Nigerian royalty by birth, it was with some trepidation that I consulted with Ms. St. Lawrence in hopes of briefly utilizing her bank account to extract some frozen oil revenues to which I am rightly entitled from my corrupt and troubled country. To my surprise, she gave me empathy, understanding, and a shoulder to cry on. Before I knew it, a bond developed, the cultural differences between us vanished, and I found myself gladly giving her MY banking coordinates. I also got a fantasy that was so real, I could almost smell the aroma of fufu and boiled cassava leaves permeating my maid’s uniform. She’s VERY good. Call her!
• Angela combines a face that enchants with a vocabulary that stings; beauty that you long to touch with a command that would not allow you to touch her. Cruel, cruel, beauty, beauty.
• Roses are red, violets are blew, when Angela calls is when I start to spew, She knows me so well, she reads me like a book, there’s nowhere to hide when this Flirt sets the hook. Oh Angie, you know that I love you the best, for when I think of you, my wiener gets no rest! Thank you again, darlin’
• Angela St. Lawrence is my Goddess, my Princess, my Mistress. my lowly life belongs to Her. In Her presence, i am nothing but a dirty grub, Her butt barnacle–and belong always on my knees, at Her feet.
• Talk? It’s more like a telephonic transformation/erotic tsunami. Angela, you are intellectually and sensually brilliant. I remain, 5 days later, in awe.
• Tough call, tough lady, tough treatment. It was delicious!

Another time, another place…if I’m so inclined, I’ll share a few more.