• Sky has fallen for Chicken Little
• Sculpture of Britney Spears giving birth: Monument to Pro-Life
• Phil Spector’s hair just might help with insanity plea
• Cheating men outed
• Politics as usual
• Financial Dominatrix gets it right
• Phantom: Sets new Broadway record. (SEE IT!)
• FREE Google software
• Fun with Kink
• Some people have no balls
• Bitch Back Mountain
• I’m published! (in case you didn’t know)
• The Beav and friends

…there’s fire.

At least there is if you have a smoking fetish. And it’s in your pants.

As I am an occasional social smoker, I always welcome calls from these guys. It gives me an excuse to be extra naughty and just puff up a storm. I mean, after all, it’s all in the line of duty, right? As I always say, particularly in my line of work, a girl has gotta do what a girl has gotta do.

While smoking fetishes take some very specific and interesting twists and turns, most of us are familiar with this fetish as it applies to a man being turned on by a woman smoking. And even though there is a select group determined to blame the Internet for anything and everything they deem perverse (meaning they keep their kink secret so they can sanctimoniously bitch-bible-slap the rest of the world any time they get a chance), I suspect black & white film noir (think Bogie & Bacall) has a lot to do with this and that there’s been more than a few closeted smoking fetishists around for quite a long time.

Many times the fantasy involves an older, sexually aggressive woman enticing or even dominating an idealized younger version of the gentleman fantasizer. Is it so very difficult to imagine being an impressionable (and very horny) young man being seduced by a classically sexy femme fatale (sweater dress hugging every luscious curve, seamed stockings climbing up to no-man’s land) who smokes her way into your heart and pants? The naughty neighbor who blows smoke through her painted red lips as she runs the heel of her red fuck-me-pump up the inside seam of your blue jeans? The wicked stepmother’s martini in one hand, a cigarette in her other, making you masturbate for her?

Doesn’t sound so bad now, does it?

I’ve run across this fetish in different forms a time or two. Being forced to smoke is a submissive fantasy that isn’t quite out in the open yet, but it’s getting there. And there is also a subdivision of this fetish which focuses on particular aspects of smoking such as tobacco, pipes, French inhaling (inhaling smoke from the open mouth up through the nose), certain brands of cigarettes and even the addiction to nicotine. I’ve also met a guy (don’t ask how; my lips are zipped) that had a serious fetish about watching a woman smoke marijuana.

And, by the way, I have my own little mini-fetish (atypical in women) for hearing and watching a man smoke. I find it incredibly sexy and masculine.

Aren’t we just amazing beings? Such an adventure!

xo, Angela

your mouth

i remember your mouth
its full swell of lip
almost a girl’s

and oh those kisses
those whole grain kisses
lacing
my blue, blue ruin.

and oh the rhythms
the casual rhythms of your tongue
sharpening, sharpening my body

and later the white whispers
that
unraveled
a brittle, brittle silence

i remember your mouth
pressed soft
pressed cool
pressed mute
against my neck
when the poetry was gone

A certain somebody sent this.

So why aren’t you down on your knees?

….where you belong!

If you’ve checked out my links (over there-see Ethical Smut), then you’re already a member of SpyOnUs, the super-sized indie porn site of Trixie the Wandering Web Whore and her hunka-hunka-burning-love boyfriend Tucker. Oh and there’s another business partner in this venture. Dare I forget DeliaCD, Tucker’s cross-dressing alter ego? (Who, by the way, happens to be the sexiest panty boy on the Internet today!)

I’ve been enthralled with these two (er, three?) for quite a long time. Personally, I would lose my mind availing myself to the porn-surfing public as these guys do. Mind trips are fine, but I need my personal space and I need it very personal. Trixie and Tucker not only do it, the do it with style and generosity. They serve up walloping, meat & potatoes porn for the discerning surfer, complimentary wine and dessert included! Did I mention they are pretty to look at, interesting to read, very smart and sizzling hot? Oh, baby, they are so fucking hot!

They also happen to be principled business people. You get a lot more than you pay for and you get a no-strings-attached membership which can be canceled at any time.

Soon Delia will be the featured "lady" in the Powder Room at my professional site. Bless her little sissy heart; she let me run wild in her member area to pick and choose from her oh-so-sexy exclusive content. I can’t wait to see how it turns out. I am also writing a couple cross-dressing, forced feminization, lingerie tease stories for her site.

I hope to interview Trixie soon for Sex-Kitten. She is an Internet pioneer and visionary, setting the standard when it comes to principled adult websites and creator of the now-legendary Webwhore Manifesto.

As she says at her flagship site, TastyTrixie.com:   I try to strike a balance between amateur art and porn, between pleasing porn-lovers and pleasing those who want material that is both substantive and explicit, between indulging in fantasy while being committed to reality, and between providing reliable weekly updates while striving to constantly improve the quality and depth of my work. Sometimes I fail and sometimes I surprise myself. I hope you will be pleasantly surprised too!

Trixie also happens to have the loveliest nipples (the cute, hard-as-a-rock "eraser" kind, just like mine) so I just know you’re gonna fall in love with her.

Are these people cool — or what?

So what are you waiting for? Go join today! Tell ’em Angela sent you.