Back in the day, NiteFlirt was pretty generous with the character limit for reviewing calls. I ran across these — some long, some not so long — “blasts from the past” and thought I’d share them with you.

Just so you know, I’ve been pretty lucky when it comes to callers. They are, for the most part, the cream of the crop.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way. They are (usually) well-mannered, thoughtful, generous and appreciative.

So minus the un-usually blokes, which I’ve blocked from speaking with me, here are some comments/reviews from some pretty wonderful fellows:

• Always exciting, always unscripted and unpredictable, always my favorite.
• Angela is one of the the smartest and most giving women that i have ever had the pleasure of speaking to. Not only does she put you at ease with her warm personality but she does an amazing job of painting a vivid picture of your fantasy, one that leaves a lasting impression on your mind. Angela definitely gets my highest recommendation
• Ms. Angela, you always know what I need. When I think it can’t possibly get any better, you raise the bar another notch or two. And I, of course, rise (pun intended) to the occasion. Thanx, U Know Who
• Men want her attention, women want to be her. Men are lucky: If we are gentlemen and adequately respectful, Angela will turn her brilliant gaze our way. Women, on the other hand, are just plain out of luck.
• Gawd, she’s good!
• A phone session with Angela St. Lawrence is akin to stumbling upon an oasis. Amidst a desert populated with 45-year old “Barely Legal Brittanys” and grammar-challenged “Lifestyle Dom Lolitas,” in Angela you will find someone who really knows what a sentence is and how to complete it; who can actually weave a fantasy and keep all the facts straight. Someone who treats her callers with respect instead of simply as cash cows ripe to be milked. In this milieu, Angela sets the bar. Give her a try. I think you’ll find she’s worth every penny.
• It’s St. Lawrence of Erotica…she commands vast armies of devoted men who, like me, willingly subjugate their own needs for the wants of Angela. I serve with honor, in spite of my pants being around my shoes.
• All she needs to do is say that she is taking control – and I am putty in her hands. Angela reads me so well, pleases me so much and satisfies me so completely that there never will be another like her in my life.
• Absolute phenomenal. The depths of her imagination never fail to amaze me. Terrific!
• Move over Cleopatra, Helen of Troy, and every other Fem Fatale who ever thought she knew how to control her man. Angela has the secret code, the golden key, the sacred scrolls. No male is safe with a woman like this on the loose.
• Dear Betty Crocker, Angela has found a new use for a garlic press, so now I am a soprano who smells like an Italian restaurant.
• Angela is terrific! She is super sexy and also smart; a rare combination that makes her irresistible.
• Angela told me that I remind her of an old rhythm and blues singer….Little Richard. Or was it Wee Willy Winky? In any case, I told her she could thread my needle anytime. I think she still may be laughing. God, I love this woman.
• I’m a very dirty boy. And Miss Angela knows how to take control of a chronic masturbater like me. She is threatening everything from enforced chastity to castration if I don’t get myself under control. But it’s so HARD, Miss Angela. Please have mercy.
• Angela, what can I say? You are an invigorating mountain stream, cool, refreshing, bubbly and full of life! You restore the spring in my step and you satisfy like none other! I feel honored that you will take the time out of your day to talk with me and to make my day brighter with your laugh. Gentlemen, there are PSO’s and then there is Angela! In a class of her own, she can rock your world, or rock you to sleep, and she knows which one you need, on any given day. She is amazing, and she stands alone as the best of the best!
• THIS LADY WILL LEAVE YOU SHAKING IN YOUR SWEAT AS YOU GOBBLE UP SPUNK AND YOUR BALLS ARE DRAINED LIKE NEVER BEFORE.
• We can only wish that 1% of the girls here were as creative as Angela.
• Ms. St. Lawrence serves up custom-designed, one-of-a-kind fetish and kink each and every time. If you’re looking for smart edge play administered by a wickedly sweet Mistress: CALL NOW!
• Another wild ride on the dark side with the absolute Queen of Denial. She makes me ache and beg and plead, the entire time giggling or whispering dirty words into my ears and making me do the filthiest deeds imaginable. I belong to Her. Her name is tattooed across my heart and my *CENSORED*
• The best decision I ever made was to call this Magnificent Goddess. Our first call she took time to get to know me–both as a person and as a deviant, dirty little boy. Every interaction is bliss. Every encounter better than the last. She is smart, sexy and beautiful. I worship her.
• Hardcore sissification, objectification and humiliation in the hands of a woman who absolutely knows what she is doing and does it like no other. There is nobody who can get inside of your head like Angela.
• Mistress is a Supreme Ruler of men. She stoked my most depraved submissive desires.
• Absolute perfection. No matter where I tell her my head is (objectification, feminization, etc) she steps up to the plate and delivers a home run….EVERY TIME!

Oh, and then there is this rather creative poetic review:

Angie St. Lawrence is her name
Oral fantasy is her game

If your sex life’s a bleak November
She’s human Viagra for your member

Like to dress in women’s clothes?
Be abused? Suck a nose?

Mince about? Like a sissy?
Better call this sexy Missy!

Is your pleasure cunnilingus?
Or a dildo in your dingus?

Care to suck a zoo gorilla?
Or just do it straight vanilla?

Ever try it hot and dental?
Angie’ll do you; she’s non-judgmental

Got a thing for women’s toes?
Whips and chains? Or pantyhose?

It doesn’t matter. What’s your pleasure?
Just call Angie, at your leisure

Some PSOs aren’t real smart
Angie’s different. And she’s got heart!

(can you feel me smiling?)

xo, Angela

Politics

by William Butler Yeats

In our time the destiny of man presents its meanings in political terms.

–THOMAS MANN

How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics,
Yet here’s a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there’s a politician
That has both read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war’s alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms.

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While not one of Yeats’ more complex poems, perhaps this might be considered a bittersweet obiter dictum, reminding us that turbulent times will always be navigated and old men will always dream.

Thanks to Irv O. Neil, who made me aware of this poem. Irv is someone very special. Check out his blog, find him on Twitter and buy his books.

Party Favor: Part II

[Part  I  …  click here]

Good evening, Ladies:

Ms. Angela has tasked me w/ writing all of you again. It’s been awhile; I hope everyone has been well. Ms. Angela informed me that she read out my previous address and I thank you for listening. I suppose I should be blushing, but we’re probably past some kind of (shameless) line of demarcation by now.

So Ms. Angela wanted me to recap our conversation last night for your collective amusement. We touched on a number of topics–as you all likely learned in the previous dispatch, I love the thought of Ms. Angela having me stop by and provide entertainment for the night, to be a Party Favor, as Ms. Angela succinctly puts it.

Among newer topics discussed were Ms. Angela’s intentions of introducing some ass-fucking into the mix (mine, of course). It’s been awhile since I have delved into ass-play, and Ms. Angela seems quite eager to personally re-familiarizing me. I let it slip that I actually owned a pair of panties, which, of course, she then had me try them on for her. I gave a brief synopsis of how I got those panties–potentially a story for another time in case anyone is interested. Based on what she said, it sounds like some posing for pics could be in my future, if you ladies are into that sort of thing. : )

All the while Ms. Angela was putting forth different scenarios of what could be taking place if I were in full Party Favor mode. Knowing what a foot slut I am, she said I would definitely be spending time at everyone’s feet–massaging, pampering, licking. Then when she sensed I was getting close, she discussed a scenario where I was laying back with my legs being propped up by one of you ladies, so my cock was positioned right over my mouth.

It doesn’t take a playwright to figure out what was coming next–namely, a huge load of hot cum for me to slurp down. I did hike my legs up like a slut–Ms Angela said one of you would also be also shoving a toy in my ass, and right then and there I started spurting that jizz all over my chest–some even made it up to my chin. I think this is because I had three weeks worth of cum stored up. You may be amused to learn that Ms. Angela had me begin saving up for quite awhile, then was simply “unreachable” until this weekend. Method to her madness? Feel free to ask her and let me know.

Anyway, hope everyone has a great time tonight. Thanks again for inviting this perv into your Monday night gatherings.

Sincerely, R.C.

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So what do we surmise from this deliciously revealing email?? Mr. R., per my sweevil (sweetly evil) plan,  is evolving or devolving, depending upon your point of view. Of course the panty thing has to be explored much more deeply, utilizing them as a means of education and control. 

Also, take note that R.C. revels in being the Party Favor. Which, of course, I intend to exploit.

I’m sure we’ll be hearing more from R.C.  for a long, long time. He’s such a pervy little delinquent, dontcha think?

xo, Angela

PS. Send Pics, R.C.  LOTS OF THEM! And I told the girls about the pantyhose, so do include some of those, too.

PPS. Said pics, ladies and gents, are for private consumption only and will not be displayed here. Even if R.C. might splooge uncontrollably at the thought of my exposing him in such an out loud way, that’s not what I do. Never. EVER.

Dear Ms. Angela

I am exhausted. I don’t know why.

Maybe it was because it was an overcast day, with showers, yet when I was outside the sun was out and it was brutal. The office was quiet, almost like everybody else felt the way I did. I’m pretty sure none of us were excited to be there, and the output at the end of the day proved none of us were inspired.

I do need a quick snooze if I am to stay in bed with Dr Sue.

Affectionately,
Mr. XYZ

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So, yes, Dr. Sue is going to be on tonight. Are you going to be listening?  Perhaps even calling in? The topic is quite titillating and might just stir up a storm. I’ll be there and I will be listening, maybe calling.

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See you guys in the chatroom. And I will have my wine and crackers & cheese. Whoopee!

xo, Angela