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Phone Sex Gold

Monday, September 6th, 2010

Okay, so we’re almost done with this damnable long Labor Day weekend. A weekend that means absolutley nothing to me. Predictably, JewBoy is furious that I preferred to stay home working to his company. In other words:Talking Dirty with Deviant Intellectuals, Sissy Bois and my heterogeneous assortment of perverse and fair-haired super heroes. How could I? Why would I? Honestly, I just really don’t like picnics all that much. And, really fellas & readers …. you kinda-sorta should know that already

I went into the weekend not expecting to get a lot of calls, because most nine to fivers consider this the blowout of the year, what with their three-day weekend and all. But it has been fairly steady with my regulars, and the few die-hards and like-minded who are out and about looking for mischief. After all, "mischief" is my middle name. *wink* Elsewise, I’ve been luxuriating in the snail’s pace and quiet downtime the choice to stay home has afforded me. ahhhh. I mean, after all, one can never get enough reading under one’s belt, nor take too many bubble baths.

So if you’ve been ditching the potato salad and badminton this weekend for a walk ( or if you’re submissively inclined — a crawl) on the wild side, have I got a Phone Sex Girl a few CHOICE Phone Sex Girls for you. 

In their own words …

Strong Mistress

I was born to dominate and overpower weak boys and turn them into feminine whore sluts. I want to turn you into a FUCKWHORE that we both can be proud of, using ALL my experience as a GODDESS in your transformation! I WILL DO THAT, and MORE. I will dress you up, teach you feminine ways, and eventually, when I decide you are ready, WHORE you out. I can be a sensual MISTRESS, or a Strict, Strong and completely Controlling DOMME. This depends on my mood, your obedience, and how respectful you can be to ME.

Visit Strong Mistress at NiteFlirt 

Or CALL DIRECT:  1-800-863-5478 EXT. 06-97-813



Smart Fun Galiana

Curvy, Fun, Creative, and a little Geeky!  No bubble-headed bleached blonde here!  I’m happy to share my SAT scores, my IQ score and where I went to college.  You WON"t be disappointed!  I love sex and everything about it.  How it feels, how it tastes, how it smells, the emotions it causes, and that sweet blissed-out calm when everybody has had enough.  I wanna play with you, please you, give you what you want, and let you hear my big grin as we have fun together.  Come play with me!

Visit Smart Fun Galiana at NiteFlirt

Or CALL DIRECT:  1-800-863-5478 EXT. 94-63-253 



Hypnotic Domme

Esoteric, erotic hypnosis.  Whether you seek the elusive floating escape that lies in deep hypnotic trance or a radical revamping of your behaviors, my irresistible voice will be your guide.  What I offer is REAL.  It is not rushed or faked.  I promise a cut above the usual — no more downward escalators.  I was once a hard-nosed skeptic myself, and I understand those who need a little more from inductions perfectly.  Try — and see.

Visit Hypnotic Domme at NiteFlirt 

Or CALL DIRECT:  1-800-863-5478 EXT. 02-97-029-9



Luscious Lyndee

Looking for a naughty girl that will stimulate your mind as well as your cock? Go no further, I have a very active and creative imagination; guaranteed to make you spew like the Fountain of Youth.  Everything your wife or girlfriend isn’t, that’s me!  You never imagined that a phone sex experience could be so satisfying!  Bring to me your hidden fantasies, most outrageous role plays, extreme fetishes …  let me take you to new heights in phone sex!

Visit Luscious Lyndee at NiteFlirt 

Or CALL DIRECT:  1-800-863-5478 EXT. 05-36-731



Arielle and You

One call and you will realize that you and I belong together. I will be the best friend and girlfriend you’ve always wanted yet knew deep down, you didn’t deserve. I am beautiful, sexy, and fun. You will love getting to know me.  Evenings, as you try to live your life, meet your obligations, you will find yourself distracted, your mind inevitably turning to me.  "Arielle, my beautiful Arielle. If only she didn’t have those perfect Breasts, those seductive green eyes, and the Ass of a Goddess."   I do, though, don’t I?

Visit  Arielle and You at NiteFlirt 

Or CALL DIRECT:  1-800-863-5478 EXT. 03-05-103-5



So …

If you haven’t already  picked up the phone to call one of these Internet Divas, do yourself a favor and take the time to check out the linkage I’ve provided.  I really want you to do this, because I’m absolutely certain you will instantly recognize that these women truly are PHONE SEX GOLD.   Each one of these woman, in her own unique and inspired way, offers a high-shelf experience that will seduce and intoxicate you.  And then she will have her way with you.  

And …

Just in case you don’t believe me.  I have it on the highest authority — my very own savvy phone sex clientele — that each of these girls rock the world of Erotic Conversation.  My callers are demanding and discerning:  they want the best.  Trust them, trust me. 

Then …

Strap on your seat belt.  Or wiggle into your panties.  Or insert your butt plug.  Or put on your cock ring.  Or just do the old fashioned thing and get butt nekkid.  ‘Cuz  between you and me?  And them?  You’re in for one very hot time.

xo, Angela

Yes, Mistress. Oh yes, Mistress

Sunday, May 30th, 2010

The Mistress Poem

Chi Chi Valenti

What is your interest in female domination?
A leather-clad goddess whom I might worship and serve, ma’am.
Full leather is available, if certain terms are understood in advance
Yes mistress
You are not permitted to touch the mistress above the knee
Yes, mistress
The bare foot may or may not be offered
Yes mistress
The mistress does not disrobe at any time in the session
Of course, mistress
The mistress will never touch you there
Of course not, mistress
A tribute must be offered from a suitable kneeling position
Yes mistress
You will surrender all individual will from the time the session begins
Oh yes mistress
You will be branded irrevocably with her will and possibly marked for life
Yes mistress
You will spend hours and weekends desparate in Jersey shopping malls, dreaming of her graceful booted foot while you try to ignore your wife’s pastel sneakers
You honor me, mistress
You will search for her in Meat Market sex clubs, taunted by her cruel sorority sisters
Yes, mistress
You will appear early for your appointment and she will make you wait in her dressing room, listening to unspeakable cries and jealous of the slave "Can he take more than I?"
Oh, thank you mistress
You will phone her for reassurance, starved for her voice and she will be colder than January on East 23rd Street
Oh, yes, mistress
You will phone her again, desparate and broken, trembling long-distance and she won’t even take your call
Oh, yes mistress
Then you’ll phone someone else, somewhere else, and even show up but you’ll leave in ten minutes after paying for the hour cause the boots weren’t right and the room wasn’t right and her junkie perfume just wasn’t in there, not that night, anyway
Oh, yes, mistress
Then back in her good graces you’ll rob your own children to take her shopping at Joseph’s and Manic Panic
Oh yes mistress
And she’ll make you buy an expensive gift for your wife, fifty dollar Chanel soaps, three of them, as you gulp imagining presenting such extravagance to the Missus
Oh thank you, mistress
Then every time you see a Chanel ad you’ll begin to tremble again, a slave’s palsy, remembering her cruel laughter and how the sissy counter clerk seemed to be laughing with her too
Oh yes, mistress
Your mind so far gone at this point that you imagine him her houseboy and wonder if she’d like you more in drag
Do you think she would, mistress?
Your mind so far gone at this point that you fantasize cutting off your dick and having lesbian sex with her
If that is her wish, mistress
Your mind so far gone at this point that you who used to vomit at two queers holding hands are now getting buggered quite regularly
Oh yes, mistress
Your mind once so sure of priorities and deep, personal politics, now scheming only for money to see her more often
Your mind that once spoke fluent French and remembered stock prices
Your mind that breathlessly pushes the eighth floor button
Your mind that once longed to free Nelson Mandella
Now running to the slave boat, as eager for the leg-irons as for the mulatto mistress who wields them
Your mind that she has exquisitely altered
Your mind a ruined city, the streets overrun with wolves and she it’s mad emperor
Your mind that’s her chattel now
Enslaved at last, enslaved at last
Thank god almighty
Enslaved at last


A bio of Ms Valenti can be found HERE.

pssst.  secret code:  2TQJQCFB6MHR

Angelaphabet .11

Sunday, September 13th, 2009

Angelaphabet .11:   Phone Sex Out of the Closet

All Dressed Up — and no place to go
Billy Joel does it
Cell phones and Bedposts (& sticky sheets)
Display your avocation PROUDLY
Esquire Magazine interviews a Phone Sex Operator
FTC sure takes the fun out of it
Goodly Republican Phone Sex
How to DO IT at Hulu
Inspirational Phone Sex (very funny)
Jim and Abby did it
Kindle your Phone Sex … and why not?
Little Miss Britney gets her Phone Fuck on
Mistress Candace (Book)
Nobody does it better *wink*
Of course, there’s VOX
Physicians do it do it do it
Quote:  It’s better than porn.
Really Hot Phone Sex.  Right guys?
Scatalogia — it’s all your fault!
Trina knows HOW TO DO IT
U never know … it could save your ass
Victorian Phone Sex
What is SEXY? (DVD)
XXX – Obscene Calls from Serious Perverts
You can do it too! (Manual)
Zillions of Phone Sex Girls

Good Advice

Friday, March 13th, 2009

Be Drunk

Charles Baudelaire

Translanted by Louis Simpson

You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."


*sigh*  I think I will choose from this point on to be drunk on poetry.

Someday I am going to settle in to seriously study Beaudelaire.  I really am.  This translation surely is reason enough to get started, dontcha think?  And then there’s the constant tease of Fleurs De Mal (brainchild of SuperVert — our in-house Deviant Savant).   But first I need a power bath.  One must be elegantly prepared for such endeavors.

xo, Angela



Mistress Rayne of Rayne’s Realm.  She’s such a cutie.  And she will tough love you until your driven to your knees like the dirty dawg you are.  I have it from the best sources (my callers) that Mistress Rayne is an expert Domina with a few tricks up her sleeve for lucky slave boys.  So assume slave posture and dial her up.  Do it now!

Web Bitch for Mistress

Saturday, March 1st, 2008


by Porno Person

"Five minutes!" came the warning over the loudspeaker.

"Showtime," I muttered under my breath as I checked myself once more in the mirror. Decked out, head to toe, I was in a second skin of latex. It covered every inch save for my mouth, eyes, and behind. The latex gleamed in the light of the dressing room. I adjusted everything just so and looked myself in the eyes, wondering how the person who looked back at me had gotten into such a strange position.

"Places!" came the voice again. No time for introspection. Time for action. Time to be a "star."

I followed the labyrinthine hallway into today’s set. It was dressed like a prison cell. Inside just a bunk, a sink, and an incongruous padded sawhorse.

There were no lines to memorize. Hell, there wasn’t usually dialogue other than what was improvised. Without having to be told, I bent over the sawhorse, my ass in the air and my mouth held open by the O-Ring atached to the latex headpiece.

It didn’t take long before I was joined by two of my co-stars. They were well-built, their bodies gleamed having been rubbed down with oil. Their faces were covered. I always wondered if I passed any of these anonymous men by on the street, not knowing that they were the ones paid to use me on camera for Her amusement and profit.

She had conceived of this "service" a few months prior. Humiliatingly enough, I was to carry through Her plan — setting up the space, the servers, the secure site — all for her to enjoy seeing me being fucked nightly by a variety of different men while subscribers all over the globe could log on and do the same for $9.95 a month.

She would email in her requests for different scenarios / outfits. Men would apply via the website and, if they were approved and could make it to our studio, would have the pleasure of partaking in whatever fantasy She wanted fulfilled. I never met the men — they were taken care of by our production assistants. I only heard their voices, smelled their sweat, and felt their hands over me and cocks in me.

There was no foreplay, making the website one of the highest rated online. The sex acts started almost immediately.

I felt the hands of one of the men and he ran it over the latex outfit. My ears muffled the sound of his comments but whatever he said was met with agreement by the other man. My peripheral vision blocked, the appearance of one of the men directly in front of me shouldn’t have been a surprise but it still seemed to be. I gasped a bit and he seemed to take this as a compliment about the size of his engorged cock. He stroked it for me, getting it even harder and larger before sliding it into the O-Ring that kept my mouth available.

I tasted the salty sourness of his cock as it pushed across my tongue, all the way to the back of my mouth. I gagged at first and he backed off slightly. He felt my tongue caressing the underside of his cock and fell into an easy rhythm of fucking my face. Meanwhile I felt his friend push the head of his cock against my asshole. Never sure if these men would bother to use the lube provided, I had prelubed my ass with a one-time use of KY Jelly. I was glad I did.

He was rougher than the man fucking my mouth, pushing his cock deep inside, withdrawing, and plunging in again, not allowing me to adjust to his girth at all before he was plowing into me. I cried out, my scream muffled by the cock in my mouth. Tears streamed out over the latex mask and I heard one of them laugh.

Rather than slowing down, they both seemed turned on by my tears. It didn’t take long before the man in my mouth was shooting his spunk down my throat. He pulled out and gave one final squirt onto my latex-clad face. His friend finished a few moments later, pulling out and shooting his load onto my back.

I knew that this would never do. She would be disappointed at how fast these two men had orgasmed. I soon found that I had nothing to worry about as two more men soon joined the fray. They soon took the place of the men who had just finished.

And so it went. These four men were joined later by two others before they rotated and I was being fucked by the man I had sucked off while the one who had fucked me put his cock in my mouth. They all took their turns and, all the while, I knew that She was watching at home.

I wondered if she was watching it on her computer, if she had put it on her television, or if she just left me in the background. Was she watching alone or did she have people over to enjoy the show? I only hoped that there would be an email waiting for me at the end of the night with a favorable review of my performance.


I feature the work of Porno Person when I can because, well, he’s just so damned kinky and happens to be a very good writer.  His blog, Prurient Interests, is a veritable smorgasbord of sexual fetish and deviant kink.  PP happens to like me a lot, which kind of amazes me when I look at the women who turn him on (he posts lots of sexy pictures), since I am pretty much just a poor little orphan girl — very white, very middle America, very low key and subtle (except when spinning a dirty yarn.  but that doesn’t really count).

I consider myself blessed.  Thanks, PP.

xo, Angela