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Archive for October, 2006

Masturbating Boy

Friday, October 20th, 2006

“What’s this? What are you doing?”

Caught. Caught jerking your teenage dick. You try to hide the porn magazine and pull the sheet up, but Catherine has already made it from the door to your bedside.

“Don’t pull that sheet up. A little too late for that, don’t you think? And what are you looking at. Let me see it.”

Sheepishly, you hand Catherine the magazine, turning crimson when you realize the page it is opened to. She looks at the page, then looks at you.

“You like playing with that little boy chubby while you’re looking at dirty pictures like this? Is this what gets you stiff?”

Catherine shoves the magazine in front of you, pointing to the high-gloss page. You stare dumbly at the filthy picture and feel your cock twitch. You glance at Catherine, hoping she hasn’t noticed. “Well,” Catherine snarls, “answer me, young man.”

“I, er, I mean…”

Catherine laughs. “Just admit it. You like it dirty. You want to do filthy things with bad girls. Like this.” She points to the page again. “What’s that guy taking up his ass? Huh? Tell me.”

As she says this, Catherine sits on the edge of your bed. In an instant, the anger that had colored her face is replaced with a sly smile. As she takes the magazine and tosses it onto the floor, she pushes your sheet to the bottom of the bed.

“Spread your legs.”

“What?”

“I said…” Catherine grasps both of your thighs and roughly pulls you down onto your tailbone while pulling your legs a part. “…spread your fucking legs.”

“Now,” she continues, “grab that hog of yours and start stroking it. Let me see you beat off that teen cock.” She reaches out, grabbing your hand and forcing your fingers around the shaft, then guides your hand up and down. “Go ahead. Up and down. That’s it. Keep it up.” She takes her hand away. “Do it. Jerk that meat.”

Your cock is rock-hard again as you start playing with it, watching Catherine watch you. You feel nasty and dirty. You like being watched. You like Catherine watching. A drop of pre-cum is already bubbling from the head. “Oooh, look at that,” Catherine purrs, “you like being a dirty little masturbater for Catherine.”

Moving her hand over your balls, Catherine cups them and squeezes gently. “We’re going to make little jack-off boy cum so hard,” Catherine says. Then she is putting the finger of her other hand into her mouth. She raises an eyebrow while looking at you and making sucking sounds. When she pulls the finger out of her mouth, it is glistening wet. “Guess where I am going to put this finger, babycakes,” she says, and you watch as she puts the finger between your open thighs.

When her finger touches your asshole you almost explode. “Not yet,” Catherine whispers, “keep stroking while I start working this finger in.” Not even realizing it you scoot down and open your legs wider. Catherine giggles. “Oh yeah, you want it bad, don’t you?” She starts pushing in and out, wiggling it around. You are moaning. It feels so fucking good.

“Do it,” Catherine says. “Stroke that cock and shoot the teenage load of cum. Show me what a dirty little fuck you are.”

Suddenly, she jams two fingers into you, all the way to the hilt.

And you are cumming so hard that you can feel your ass clenching her fingers with every jerk of your cock as it spews in every direction.

Easing her fingers out of your ass, Catherine leans over and kisses the gooey head of your dick. She looks at you, holds up the fingers that were just in your ass and wiggles them.

“That was just the beginning. I’ll be back later with a dildo just like the one in the magazine.”

***I wrote this for my erotica blog, Blistered Lips. And, since the day was one screw-up after another –including spilling hot coffee all over my keyboard and not being able to use said keyboard for almost the entire day (it’s all better now)– I decided to pop this in real quick. Now go to sleep. And don’t be looking at dirty pictures and jerking it, because you never know when Catherine is going to show up.

 

Phone Sex Wish List, v.02

Thursday, October 19th, 2006

050201_mww_scarlet08_g.jpg Previously: Original (males) Phone Sex Wish List Disclaimer: My lesbian desires have always been confined to the fantasy realm. I came close once, but that had a lot more to do with three martinis coursing through my usually temperate veins than any manifest desire to actually be with a real honest-to-goodness girl. I mean, gawd forbid, after all!

But, as you may have heard, Esquire Magazine recently named Scarlet Johansson "The Sexiest Woman Alive." Which, after seeing Lost in Translation and Matchpoint, I have to say that I concur. Funny how I’d missed all that smouldering sexuality in her earlier films. And isn’t it funny how Woody Allen always figures this stuff out before the rest of us?

Anyway, it got me to thinking about womanhood and just how much sexier –and I say this having been called "disgustingly heterosexual" by a college friend/lesbian/best friend– girls tend to be than men. We are just exquisite in so many ways. Which brought me around to thinking maybe I should make a "female" Phone Sex Wish List. So, here you go:

I could probably think up a few more, but let’s save that for another time. But, before I go, let me ask you this: Who is Cliff Watts? And doesn’t he have just about the best job ever?

Toodles, Angela

Fantasy vs. Reality

Wednesday, October 18th, 2006

I kinda-sorta market myself as a Fetish Goddess/Fem Domme Fatale or something of the sort. Yet — as you would see if you could read my email and/or listen in on some of my calls — some find me and my “thing” rather confusing. (What exactly is this “literate smut” thing all about? What do you mean by “erotic torture?” Just what do you consider sexual misadventure?)

But my vision, from this side of the telphone –who I am, what I do, how I do it– seems quite clear, even decidely translucent. It is the divine craft of creation which underlies each and every fantasy I weave. A supervisor once explained to the company for which we both worked that, “When Angela does a call, by the time she is done the caller is going to know what the carpet smells like.”

Which is indeed what I am always striving for. I mean, why even make the effort otherwise? To my way of thinking, anything else would be the equivalent of clock-watching in an everyday nine-to-five job. See what I mean? I just don’t do mediocre. I don’t want it from the people I spend my money with, so why would I try to pass it off on my callers?

Thus it follows (and I’ve been told–many, many times) that my fantasies (of total sublimation, tease and denial, sissification, naughty secretary, cold-hearted governess, forced cock-sucking, cuckolding, etc.) are as close to “the real deal” as it gets.

And, in fact, I do periodically run across the caller who cannot separate the fantasy from the reality, the story teller from business woman/girl next door. It can be as hard on me as it is on them.

Because — while they are hopelessly yearning in their real-time/everyday lives to be banished forever to a cage of my making or lick my ass in the middle of Times Square or lose their masculinity to the sure and evil slice of my antique scimitar — I do sincerely care about the people I do business with. I want them to have fun, be taken on the roller coaster ride of their lives. I want them live out their dirtiest, filthiest fantasies to the nth degree.

BUT, I want them to walk away from the call feeling good about themselves. How I try to explain it clients is this way: You should feel dirty when you are doing a phonesex call. That is the point of it. But, if you walk away from that call still feeling dirty, then something is wrong. This is not healthy phone sex. Not healthy fantasy. Another way I try to get this is across is (at least most of the time): DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME.

So fantasy and reality, with all the grey areas in-between and around all the prickly edges, are always finely delineated matters. And I am always squinting my eyes, looking for that ever-illusive and always-changing doodle that keeps the boundaries clear.

Because it’s my job to do that. Particularly when the caller can’t.

***

And…

  • Look what I’ve been up to. (This is just a hub site to which I can redirect the email from my other sites.)
  • I have an ad at Fleshbot this week (10/18 thru 10/24), thanks to a very special person (soon to be added to my Savant Collection).
  • I’ve become a semi-official editor at Tit-Elation.
  • I’ve been promoted to moderator at Sex Kitten.

A O Hell: Manual Purgatory

Monday, October 16th, 2006

Wherein Jerry (who’s real name is Raj or Apu or Ketan…as if we didn’t know) attempts to reach out and touch me from AOL’s service center (which happens to be in India — ironic for a company named AMERICA On Line, dontcha think?)

4:46:25 AM System Welcome Pearl …
4:46:25 AM System Connecting to server. Please wait…
4:46:25 AM System Connected to server. Please wait…

4:46:25 AM System It’s a great day to be a member of AOL; as you may have heard we have announced exciting new changes.
4:46:25 AM System For current paying members of AOL interested in the new free services option go to AOL Keyword: “Change Plan” where you can make changes yourself.
4:46:34 AM System You can also wait to chat to an agent about this. For all other inquiries, please wait for the next available chat agent. Thank you.
4:46:34 AM System TechLive JERRY has joined this session!
4:46:34 AM System Connected with TechLive JERRY
4:46:34 AM System
Hello, Pearl. Welcome to Live Technical Support. My name is Jerry.
4:46:41 AM You Hi, Jerry.
4:46:44 AM System Pearl stated the question or problem as: You dumped my emails.
4:46:44 AM System Are you signed on with the same computer that you need assistance with?
4:46:54 AM TechLive JERRY Welcome to Tech Live, Pearl. How can I make your online experience more enjoyable?
4:47:55 AM You Yes, I am on the same PC. And here is what happened:
4:48:36 AM You Last night I was online when AOL began telling me that I couldn’t presently access my email, to “try again later.”
4:48:54 AM You So I signed off with the intent of signing right back on again, thinking that might solve the problem.
4:49:15 AM TechLive JERRY ok…
4:49:18 AM You When I signed off, I got a message to go to my main acct. for an important message. So I did. Only to find a message to “pick a ‘NEW’ AOL service plan.”
4:49:51 AM You So I quickly did that (opting for the paid account) and then signed back onto this account to find that all of my inbox email (I had 16–some of which were very important) had vanished.
4:50:45 AM You So I came here, where Tech Live Matthew read from his manual and told me that “my problem” (not AOL’s, Jerry, but mine) was due to my “virtual art folder” or something like that. He then proceeded (again reading from the trusty manual) to give me instructions on how to clean up my storage space, with the promise that my email would then be restored. I followed his instructions to the letter.
4:51:51 AM You Well, guess what, Jerry? It didn’t fix the problem.
4:51:56 AM You So now what?
4:52:25 AM TechLive JERRY Don t worry, Pearl.
4:52:49 AM You I’m really trying not to worry, Jerry. I’m really trying here.
4:52:55 AM TechLive JERRY Let me see if I have this right. I understand you have lost your mail, after you changed your service plan. Is that correct?
4:53:06 AM You I imagine that is what caused it. That this confluence of events — the loss of my inbox emails & my being forced to change my AOL service agreement at AOL’s convenience rather than mine – seem directly related.
4:53:25 AM TechLive JERRY Don’t worry, since your mails are not lost.
4:54:05 AM TechLive JERRY We are having some Server problem so only you are not able to see your mails.
4:54:05 AM TechLive JERRY I apologize for the inconvenience.
4:55:25 AM TechLive JERRY Pearl, did you save the old mails on AOL or on your PC?
4:55:54 AM You Yes I did/do. It wiped all of that out.
4:56:35 AM TechLive JERRY Ok, you can check your emails on classic.webmail.aol.com.
4:57:25 AM TechLive JERRY I am sure you will find all your mails on that.
4:57:57 AM You I am at that URL right now. Nothing is there.
4:58:15 AM TechLive JERRY Ok. Thanks for the information.
4:59:35 AM TechLive JERRY Please hold while I find this information.
5:00:00 AM You The Classic AOL site is showing recently deleted emails, but all the tabbed options (New Mail, Old Mail, Sent Mail, and Mail on AOL) are completely empty.
5:01:55 AM TechLive JERRY Pearl, there is no recently deleted option on that web site. Can you try it once more? classic.webmail.aol.com.
5:03:38 AM You OK, I just did try it again just now and yes there is a recently deleted option…it is about midway down the page to the right …. and shows as a text link
5:05:25 AM TechLive JERRY I got it, Pearl.
5:06:45 AM TechLive JERRY Best I can do is to send a HOST problem report to the server which will take care of your issue.
5:07:02 AM You How long will this take, Jerry?
5:07:45 AM TechLive JERRY Our technicians are working on it, but I can’t tell you an exact time .
5:08:05 AM TechLive JERRY I apologize for the inconvenience.
5:08:36 AM You Well, I depend on you guys. I kept paying even when you came out with this new deal and expect things to work. I am, indeed, upset
5:09:25 AM TechLive JERRY I am sorry, Pearl. I am sure that when the server problem is fixed, your problem will be solved automatically.
5:10:16 AM You Are we talking hours, days, weeks?
5:11:15 AM TechLive JERRY I wont be able to tell you that, since these are updated at the server .
5:12:38 AM You Well, you guys sure dropped the ball on this one and I am very disappointed.
5:12:56 AM TechLive JERRY I apologize for the inconvenience.
5:13:02 AM You But, here I am, only a customer, at your mercy, as usual.
5:13:28 AM You Okay, Jerry, I guess I will just sit around and wait and worry.
5:13:30 AM You Thanks and goodbye.

So if you’ve sent me email to which I’ve not responded, now you know why. Either re-send the original or sit around and wait and worry with me. Misery does love company, after all.

And if you are wondering why I keep AOL? Since I do have MSN and use FoxFire for browsing most of the time? Mostly because Hannibal Lector greets me when I sign on (Clarise, is that you?), alerts me of mail (Hey! You’ve got mail. Goody, goody.) and always tells me goodbye (Bysie, bysie. See you around.). And I just can’t stand to let him go.

Ironing Day

Sunday, October 15th, 2006

Hello?

It took you five rings to answer the telephone. Is that acceptable?

No, Mistress. I was getting the mail and forgot to take the extension phone with me. I’m sorry.

I am very busy running a real estate office here, Thomas. I don’t have time for your fuck-ups. Two Rings! The rules are clear.

Yes, Mistress.

Have you had your piss popsicle?

Yes, Mistress. Exactly at Noon, just like you said. Thank you.

And did you wear your pink sissy bloomers to the mail box?

Yes, Mistress. I think the paperboy saw me. It was very embarrassing.

And the ironing? Have you finished it yet?

I have two more of your blouses to do and that will be it, Mistress.

So the iron is still plugged in, correct?

Oh, Mistress, please, no.

Get the iron, Thomas. Now.

Yes, Mistress.

Are you ready, Thomas?

Yes, Mistress.

Pull your right testicle out of the right leg of your sissy bloomers.

Ohhhh…

Right now. Do it.

Yes, Mistress.

Now place the bottom of the iron on that testicle, Thomas. Hold it there while I count to three. Don’t dare take it off. And don’t you dare scream.

Yes, Mistress.

One. Two. Three. Are you crying, Thomas?

Yes, Mistress.

Good. Do you think you will answer the phone within two rings the next time I call?

Yes, Mistress. I have learned my lesson. You were right to punish me. I was very stupid and I am so sorry.

Go finish the ironing. And prepare dinner for two this evening. I will be bringing home a guest.

Yes, Mistress.

Ok, I will see you later then.

Mistress?

Yes, what is it?

I love you.

***Edit: Yes, I did write this. Originally for Blistered Lips, which you would find here if you are so inclined.

“Why?” I was asked by a certain someone who will remain nameless, but not linkless. Mostly because I love the art of fantasy in all it’s sickeningly sweet & perverse guises. And the scene in the story just wouldn’t happen at my place, ‘cuz I don’t even own an iron, nor would I ever cause such damage to any human being. But I do occasionally find it fun to think about. And, yes, I am the same girl who also wrote this. I can’t figure me out, but I’m sure having fun.