February 7th, 2016
While I’ll never understand why I guy playing with his pecker whilst talking with me gets to then leave a review of my er, um, talent, he does. Yes, you heard it, ladies and gents, an actual Phone Sex Review. But then there are those times I’m just pleased as can be:
“All hail to Miss Angela, the supreme Princess of NiteFlirt and superior Goddess to all men. We worship at her feet and bow to her every whim, for we are mere men. Miss Angela wields her power with grace, sophistication, sensuality and a knowing wit. We are her toys — to be controlled and used. We exist for Miss Angela’s entertainment. Aren’t we lucky?” ~Peter Roget
And all I can say to Mr. Roget is: Kiss my ass, you filthy guttersnipe.
(because he likes it just that way)
February 1st, 2016
… wonder what I made him do?
I have done as required.
I am in heat.
My cock is pulsing.
My ass is throbbing.
January 21st, 2016
But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.
~Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
January 20th, 2016
an email exchange
Watched torture porn (teeth were pulled, barbed wire was shoved up an ass … ya know, business as usual) over the weekend and thought about you.
I am so hungry for you right now that I can taste my suffering.
Groveling and cringing,