Although today’s entry does not refer to kinky, weird sex–it sure looks that way, doesn’t it? So a few words before I move onto what this is really about:

Whether or not it’s your particular cup of T (as in Taboo), some men (perhaps women–they’re not my client demographic so I wouldn’t know), incorporate a surprising variety of animals into their sexual fantasies. It’s not about the beast, mind you. It’s about the dirtiness of it all.

So that in fantasy…they can push themselves beyond the edge of filthiness and straight into deviant perversion, having an exquisitely intense orgasm. In real life…the same idea is usually beyond repugnant to them. Thank goodness. More often than not, they will be the first to report an instance of animal neglect, cruelty or abuse.

While some fantasies may be outside of my comfort zone, I do respect and support a person’s right to fantasize about any thing they damn well please. If they are smart enough to keep fantasy separate from reality–and most are–then, by all means, have at it.

So now you know. Probably more than you wanted to know. Let’s move on.

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What I really wanted to bring up: Planet Earth (And, yes, that is a link so be sure to click it.) If you haven’t caught up with this series yet, you really are missing out. Personally speaking, I am seriously hooked. Airing on The Discovery Channel and narrated by Sigourney Weaver, this eleven part, environmentally reverent documentary is living up to the preliminary buzz, proving to really be as mesmerizing as it is educational.

Due to advancements in technology (including satellite photography and high definition production) and the producers’ commitment to quality (“more than five years in the making”) viewers are privy to natural wonders rarely or never before seen. Have you ever seen a snow leopard stalking his prey through the dangerous crags and steep slopes of the Himalayas? Did you know that a cross between a donkey and a zebra is correctly referred to as either a zonkey or a zebrass?

There is so much to see and learn from watching this series that I cannot possibly do it justice within the scope of this blog. From an underwater glimpse of swimming elephants to a peek at male birds of paradise strutting their stuff to attract a female (some things never change, eh?), everything is vividly spectacular, beautiful and overwhelming.

If you can’t catch the series or even if you can–new episodes air Sunday nights with repeats during the week–you can order the DVD set which includes a bonus installment, The Future.

Prepare to be amazed. And moved to save our beloved and threatened planet…before it is too late.

xo, Angela

Just a little bit of stuff:

Well, I totally lost Pervert Savant’s next installment of Lingerie on the Razor-Wire. And at the most inopportune time as his PC is fried and he can’t get into his documents to rescue it from his own files to resend to me. We are working on a solution. Which just might be him forgiving me enough to rewrite the entire thing from memory.

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I finally found a new physician and had scheduled an appointment for yesterday so that I could finally get some help with my allergies. I’d been wanting to change doctors and so had put this off for a while and was really looking forward to it. All ready to go, I went to leave and couldn’t find my keys. The minimum-wage phone-bitch who took my crazed and frustrated call was not sympathetic and even seemed a bit miffed. So FUCK HER. Now I need to find another new doctor.

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My cable bill runs around $130.00 per month. I figure at that price, I should be able to turn on my television anytime of the day or night and be able to find something to watch. So why do I have to put up with info-infomercials on almost every station when I wake up in the middle of the night? I mean, come on! How much money do these people need?

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If you get a chance you simply must check out South Park this week to see Fantastic Easter Special. Even after all this time, the writers are edgy, topical and just downright hilarious. No race, religion, person or idea is safe: anything or anybody is fair fodder for their gleeful and bloody skewering. This time religion gets its panties twisted in an episode ala The Da Vinci Code. What is the mystery behind the tradition of coloring easter eggs? What clues are hidden in The Last Supper? What is the “Hare” Club for Men and what is its mission?

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One more thing. Even if you’re not a Nicholas Cage fan (and I’m not), you really should own a copy of Adaptation. And here is why.

xo, Angela

Speaking for myself and only myself.

Of course.

My passions tend to vary. Some belligerently take center stage without notice or reason to stay for a while then fade with nary a goodbye. Some last only a day or two, never to be seen again. This goes for the everyday stuff of my obvious life (perfect hair, tuna casserole, bubble baths, the color pink, shoes, spa pedicures, watches, purses, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, French fingernails)…

…and for the sexual turn-ons which guide my mendacious and curious libido. And you know me by now, dontcha? You know that sexual turn-ons for me are a lot about fantasy. Masturbational fodder–more or less. I just don’t need to live out everything I think about.

I’m too smart for that and I’d never be done.

Just ask anybody who’s awakened to hear me list off my dreams from the previous night or recent nap. Because it has always astounded my listeners. My brain would most likely destroy my body if I had to live out every sexual idea my cerebellum entertained.

I am always reluctant to list or write in detail about my own fantasies or those my callers share with me because most people are surprisingly intolerant and harshly judgmental of other people’s fantasies. I hear this all the time in my everyday life and even from some of my callers, silly boys.But enuff of that. Back to my passions, which is, after all, how all of this started.

We were speaking in sexual terms…if you need reminding.

For me, it all revolves around power — either lacking or possessing it. And it can go either way. As much as I love administering FemDom mind-fucks, I can also be incredibly aroused by giving up power. Usually I only do this in my mind, thus the masturbatory inclinations re. “powerlessness.”

Try this on for size: Wherever, whenever sex occurs, there is a power exchange.

What do you think? Sound too generic, too generalized?

I don’t happen to think so. In fact I think it is a basic constant where truly good sex is happening on a regular basis.

And it doesn’t have to be anything fancy or complicated or brutal. It really can be as simple as who is on top. Or the act of holding someone’s wrists. Or whispering forbidden, dirty words. Or not permitting orgasm until permission is requested and granted. Or gently taking someone up against a wall…or while their friend/family are in the next room…or under a blanket at the park. In other words–times and places one normally wouldn’t concede to having sex.

Newness (AKA spontaneity) also counts for a lot. I have only lived with one person and can’t claim the experience of marriage. But I do talk sex with a lot of guys and in a variety of venues (even in mixed crowds). So I briefly encountered a loss of spontaneity in my own personal sexual arena and have heard the complaint more times than I can count. Not to put too fine a point on it, but boring sex sucks.

And sexy is not about physical perfection. The urban legend is, indeed, fact: perfection can be quite boring. Pretty boys (I’ve had a few) are usually (95-99% of the time) empty vessels. Sexy is about attitude. And every breath we live defines our attitude. So, no slumping…that is if you want the pay-off of hot sex.

So, anyway…there’s a bit about passion.

You’ll just have to keep it in your pants, my love.

Because….

The piles of snow around town are finally melting and receding.

It is time for me to make my escape. So I am on my way out the door for a bit of extended R&R which will last anywhere from 7 to 14 days depending on how things go. I’m not sure of all the details except that a day at the spa is on the agenda. I should have at least sporadic internet access and will try to touch base with all two of my readers on a somewhat regular basis.

I hope you miss me, because I will surely miss you. You’re kinda-sorta my habit, dontcha you know?

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By the way, over the weekend I not only worked my butt off taking calls; I also totally redecorated my phonesex store front.

In keeping with my long-held personal belief that less is indeed more and speaks volumes about someone’s confidence in their own abilities (bragging is so yesterday, dontcha think?) and therefore tends to attract savvier, sophisticate-types (in this case, the “adulterate cognoscenti”), I kept it simple and sweet.

And I am just tickled pink with how it all finally turned out. Of course, with titles like Macho Sissy, Indecent Exposure and Prick Tease how could it not be simply divine?

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While I am away and basking in the sweet glow of decadent laziness, I might try to put together a few pieces of erotica. Would you like that? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

In the meantime, if you haven’t been to Blistered Lips yet, give it a gander. While I haven’t updated or added anything new in quite a while, there is a collection of my erotica there which is free for you to read. Maybe something will catch your fancy or whet your whistle or tickle your willie-bone.

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Need something to read while I am gone?

• Sex Kitten
• PervScan
• Down On My Knees
• Mistress V
• Luscious Lyndee
• Slip of a Girl
• Porno Person

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Need someone to call while I’m gone?

• Naughty Blonde (barely legal & very sexy)
• Isabel Moon (new to the biz with discounted rates)
• Hung Brandon (he’s having a sale!)
• MILF Chelle (and she has cam!)
• Hypno – Seductrix (oh oh)

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Okay folks. Lil’ Miss Angela is out the door. And you be good while I’m gone. At least make the effort.

xo, Angela

But we knew that, didn’t we?

The deal: There is this “thing” that bloggers do which I believe — don’t quote me on this — ends up propagating more traffic to our individual blogs, wherein a blogger creates what is known as an Intenet meme, AKA as a royal pain in the gluteus maximus. (read all about it).

The latest meme making the rounds: Ten Oddball Things About Me.

And I have been tagged to make this list about myself by not one, but two of my good friends (at least I think) and blogger-compatriots…

Slip of a Girl (pssst…here’s a secret I’m telling just you and only you: Slip of a Girl is about to become the first FEMALE Zen Savant) and Richard of Down on my Knees and many other cool places.

Ready? Let’s get this bit of silliness over with.

The Rules: Once you’ve been tagged you can’t be retagged, you have to write a blog with 10 random things, facts or habits about yourself. At the end, you choose 10 more people to torture (er…tag…Louise said tag) and post a note telling them they’re tagged and make them come along and read your blog.

1. I wear socks, usually white, in lieu of slippers around the house. Since I work from home, this means I buy lotsa socks. (Hint: Always a good present.)
2. I do believe I may be addicted to brushing my teeth. I just groove on the entire process and use three (sometimes four) different items when doing my super routine (which occurs simultaneously with my super bath).
3. I sleep with my bedroom window wide open and the heat down. In the morning I close the bedroom window and turn up the heat. One of the benefits of not being married is that nobody bitches at me for this.
4. I have at least one pair of scissors in every room of my home. The kitchen and bathrooms have more than one pair. Plus their is a pair in both my sewing basket and purse.
5. My bath towels are white. So are the hand towels. So are the wash cloths. So are the bathroom rugs. No exceptions.
6. When I was in third grade a teacher accused me of copying a story I’d written for an assignment. She did this in front of the entire class. I was humiliated. To this day I hate her. I fantasize about finding her and grabbing her collar and spitting in her face, then telling her: “My name is Angie and I am all grown up now. And you know what, bitch? I wrote the fucking story. I wrote it all by myself.”
7. As dominant and twisted and kinky as I am when I do calls…I am rather shy and conservative when it comes to sex in my personal life. That is until I get to know and trust you. Then watch out.
8. I enjoy lesbian erotica and even masturbate to it. Yet, I am not attracted to women in my every day life. Hmmm….
9. I really don’t like porn. Which surprises a lot of people, since I deal in dirty fantasies on a daily basis. I guess that is because a lot of stuff is fun to think about and looks real pretty (can get me hot) when I imagine it, but seems pretty ugly as a reality.
10. I am a dog person. But I have a cat. A cross-dressing cat. Maybe I’m punishing him for not being a dog?

Part 2: Ten More Victims

Bloggers:

Mistress Sky (‘cuz she’s cool)
Luscious Lyndee
Mistress V
Isabella Valentine
Kylie (a new friend)
Madame Dearest
Kat, the Courtesan (cuz I miss her)
Porno Person

Resident Savants (via comment section):

Vanilla Savant
Pervert Savant

I’ve been the good girl, done the right thing, been a team player and all that jazz. I am SOOOO outta here.

Angela

Oh…and another thing? The next person who drags me into something like this? I will secretly sign you up for an Amway Distributorship. It won’t be pretty.