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Angela St. Lawrence is the reigning queen of high-end, long distance training and Femme Domme phone sex, providing esoteric depravity for the aficionado, specializing in Erotic Fetish, Female Domination, Cock Control, Kinky Taboo and Sensual Debauchery. To make an appointment or speak with Ms. St. Lawrence  ...

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talk among yourselves …

Tuesday, March 8th, 2016

…about me!

A true genius of this genre. She will seduce you, mesmerize you, spoil you. Wit, intelligence, sensuality and more! She loves the art of fantasy. To hear her erotic whispers in my ear is to know heaven. After Angela, no others can compare!”

~KINKISFORME

 happy sissy

We’ll have to change this …

Tuesday, December 15th, 2015

Phone Sex Review from redteton 12/15/15

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Ms. St. Lawrence is a wonderful woman. She is a fetish icon to me. I call her just to know more about her and have never had phone sex with her. I do my masturbating to her written word. So far at least.

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I will  note the fact that he hasn’t masturbated during our calls, yet still leaves five stars and a glowing review. Good Boy! He gets treats. Plus a mind-blowing orgasm, of course.

xo, Angela

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Joy to the World … and you and me.

Monday, December 14th, 2015

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My beautiful, motley assemblage of brilliant kinksters: how I adore & cherish you, and how you constantly and determinedly honor me with your devotion, your curiosity, your eagerness, your obedience, your attention. I absolutely love what I do and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else with anybody else but you.

And here are the Holidays, my favorite time of the year. My tree is up, decorations are in place and gifts are mostly wrapped and bowed.  But then there is us: you and me.  What about our Christmas? What do I give you? I’ve thought and thought about this. What do I give you, my stand-up guys, kneel-down slaves, dress-up panty boys?

So I’ve decided to do something unprecedented, something that I’ve literally never ever done before:

I will be taking calls Christmas Eve and Day.

 

Because, you really are the ones I prefer spending my time with. I think we will have a jolly time, don’t you? What will the price per minute be? I’ll never tell. You’ll just have to wait and look under the tree.

For those of you who’ve asked what I’d like for Christmas, you’ll always make my day with an Amazon gift card (eclecticpearl @ yahoo DOT com), as I shop there often and vigorously. And of course, Holiday Tributes are always appreciated …

 

And goodness gracious, let’s not forget my favorite charities: Wounded Warriors, ASPCA and St. Jude’s Hospital.

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xo, Angela

Huntress

Thursday, June 4th, 2015

She is sleeping quietly in her crib. I am propped-up in bed reading. I listen to her breathe. I check the clock. I begin to wonder how late you will be.

You are hunting tonight. We stay safe in our den, relaxing or sleeping or taking time for mundane chores. In our bed I listen to every sound until I hear the door.

The door closes and I can hear what I have longed to hear. My warrior walks the length of the wooden hall. Her heels ring out like hobnails once might have done. Louder and closer she comes.

She enters, radiant, beautiful, and commanding. Her heels come off. Her dress comes off. She scoops our daughter from her crib and carries her to bed. She feeds. Her mother has already fed.

Was her prey young or old? Did he find satisfaction or frustration? Her mood is not changed by the feelings of the prey. She lured him towards her. Maybe she smiled. Maybe she frowned. Maybe she spoke too loud. Maybe she spoke too soft. He chased, unsure, too sure, but he chased. Thinking he was hunting, he was hunted. Thinking he was making his move, he was conquered.

The baby has fed. You hand her to me and I carry her, sleeping and satisfied, to her crib. I return to your bed. You are satisfied but alert. A motion of your hand and I stop. Your breasts are bare and swollen with milk. I kneel, naked and hungry before you. Your hand is moving and so am I.

I approach. I tremble. I quake. I throb. I salivate.

You hold your right breast in your two hands.

You speak: drink from me!

I fall upon my task with ardor and greed. With my mouth, I suck. I lick. I knead. I lap. I lavish. My tongue is fast and slow, gentle and firm. I take short and long passes across your nipples. They are tender. They reward me. As your milk flows into my mouth, your hand wrap around my cock. I am in ecstasy without fulfillment. I want more and more. Tender swollen breasts and warm sweet milk on my lips compete with the firm gentle fast slow scratching soothing actions of your hand on my cock.

I am chasing and chased.

I feed upon you.

You smile, victorious, another prize taken by the huntress.

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just a lil kinky story from a fanboy

Me and You

Friday, July 11th, 2014

Me:

bounding you to the bed

nipple clamps applied

anal toy inserted

observing. seducing. taunting.

whispering:

i’m panty-less under my skirt

teasing your cock with my fingers

the edge of a french nail, the press of a finger

then slapping your balls.

one. two. three.

another for good measure

fingering myself

letting you suck my finger

You:

feeling my strings in your hands

i am taut with tension and desire

hungrily reaching for your sweet body

i am crazed beyond words with desire from the feelings in my ass

feeling your moist moist heat

against my thighs as you lay against me

thrusting and squirming against your touch

unable to satisfy my crying need for friction

brought up short by the shock

breathless. voiceless. mindless.

sucking licking slavering

my mouth is insatiable

please o please

fuck my mouth with your hand, my ear with your tongue, my ass with your toy

crazy with lust