….so very beautiful.

From photographer Fabrice Robin:

I take in the serene purity of that silky, ebony flesh–even smelling its sweetness–and cannot help but feel that I’m only a pallid substitute for what is the measure, the grandeur of full womanhood.

I found Mr. Robin’s website (thus this awesome photograph) via the blog of Alpha Domina–a woman I greatly admire and who happens to be quite the measure of a woman herself.

xo, Angela

Pee Date

~an erotic short story by Jeremy Edwards

Just as he started to jiggle in his desk chair, his phone lit up. Tracy.

“Hi, Donny.”   She giggled.

“Hi.” His heart raced.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to do it.”

“Me too. Can you hold on for five minutes?”

“I think so.”

“I’ll be right over.”

Tracy was a genius, thought Donny as he walked briskly across an array of quadrangles toward her dorm. They’d both needed to get a little bit of work done, on their own computers. It was her suggestion that they apply themselves to their homework until one, or both, had to pee. . . and that this would signal them to reunite in Tracy’s private bathroom and officially end the homework session in a ceremonious fashion, thereby inaugurating the recreational part of the evening.

He was holding himself by the time they bustled past the sink and tub, but he was looking forward to feeling his water continue to pulsate inside him while she went first. He gestured for her to go ahead, and Tracy grinned hungrily for him as she pulled her pants down.

***

Well that’s our Jerotic, AKA Jeromy Edwards: Always up to some sort of naughtiness or other.

If the above bit of joyful ribaldry twists your shorts or panties into a knot, be sure to check out our Zen-friendly bad boy at his MySpace Corner, where you can catch up on all the latest. Just don’t expect to find Jerotic, himself, there, because he is too busy making a big name for himself all over the place:

Parlez vous Francais?

Real Estate “Tour Group”

One of the Gang

With Adrienne

A Dinner Party

An Adult Book Store! (blush)

The Art Gallery

Almost all of those links represents a FREE erotic story, so read and masturbate to your heart’s content!

He’s really good at this, isn’t he?

xo, Angela

Bethany (my sister) sent this to me last week. It seems her office is in a tizzy, due to an influx of new sales people, mostly men. Her usually less-than-enthusiastic (but very hot–blonde and big boobs) secretary has suddenly become outrageously outgoing and flirtatious which is causing disharmony along with some nasty gossip. I say they are all jealous.

Probably because they can find nothing more interesting to do all day long than exchange emails like the one from which the following is excerpted.

In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth and populated the Earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow and red vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.

Then using God’s great gifts, Satan created Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream and Krispy Creme Donuts. And Satan said, “You want chocolate with that?” And Man said, “Yes!” and Woman said, “And as long as you’re at it, add some sprinkles.” And they gained 10 pounds. And Satan smiled.

And God created the healthful yogurt that Woman might keep the figure that Man found so fair. And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from size 6 to size 14.

So God said, “Try my fresh green salad.” And Satan presented Thousand-Island dressing, buttery croutons and garlic toast on the side. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.

God then said, “I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them.” And Satan brought forth deep fried fish and chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter. And Man gained more weight and his cholesterol went through the roof.

God then created a light, fluffy white cake, named it “Angel Food Cake,” and said, “It is good.” Satan then created chocolate cake and named it “Devil’s Food.”

God then brought forth running shoes so that His children might lose those extra pounds. And Satan gave cable TV with a remote control so Man would not have to toil changing the channels. And Man and Woman laughed and cried before the flickering blue light and gained pounds.

Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming with nutrition. And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the starchy center into chips and deep-fried them. And Man gained pounds.

God then gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite. So Satan created McDonald’s and its 99-cent double cheeseburger, and then said, “You want fries with that?” And Man replied, “Yes! And super-size them!” And Satan said, “It is good.” And Man went into cardiac arrest.

God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.

Then Satan created HMOs

Women in Control: Such a lovely adventure on a horny afternoon for more than a few of my typical callers. Anyway you slice, dice or Google it (Female Domination, Dominatrix, Mistress, Loving Authority) men love the idea of a powerful woman. Hell…I at least like the idea of it, maybe even love the idea of it, myself.

But behind the curtain: Our battles rage and we do so rant. It does get unbelievably tedious and downright depressing after a certain point. I stay out of the muddle–mostly because my experience is that the players don’t play honestly or fair, so why even try?

It is an industry thing, created by change and progress and human emotion. And –don’t ever underestimate the importance of it– that age-old, never-grow-out-of-it, need to fit in. Our inner children are always with us, no matter how much we grow up…aren’t they?

Once upon a time and not so long ago there wasn’t an Internet. Which meant that the business of Phone Sex was carried out via print media (advertising in Playboy, alternative Newspapers, etc.) and telephone (no visuals, only imagination). This is how I learned to talk dirty for money, while simultaneously pursuing my B.A. in English Lit. It paid the bills, put me through school and was the only way I knew to do it.

Perhaps it was the press of academia all around me –the creativity, the exuberant exchange of ideas, the flux and flow of perpetual newness– but I adapted and easily embraced the company philosophy that a suspension of disbelief was what it was all about, and that it was my job as a professional to make it as real as possible without exploiting my callers in the process.

But that was then and this is now. Today we have the Internet and all its bling. Which has not only changed the process (websites, chat rooms, email, forums, instant messaging, cam shows provide much more opportunity for interaction with clients), but the method (www.niteflirt.com and third party payment processors make it easy for women to work for themselves rather than companies).

It has never been easier for a woman to create her own sex business. Anyone of us can do so at the drop of hat and with very little effort or experience. The good, the bad and the ugly, we’re all here. We can sell you short or sell you the experience of a lifetime. But it was that way when we worked for the man too. So please don’t whine too much. Jump in and take your chances…it’s the nature of the beast. And read my article on said topic.

And, believe me, I’m not being critical. Hell, I’m one of the ones taking advantage of this “new & and improved” way of doing business.

The opportunity is there and it should be there. When I was a Sales Manager hiring new sales staff, my District Supervisor said of their potential for success: “Angela, you just throw them against the wall and see who sticks.” And he was right. Education, extensive experience, pure intent, positive attitude….none of that mattered or made sense. We never knew who would excel and who would fail. In fact we were many times surprised.

And it’s the same way in the Phone Sex Industry. Maybe it’s because I’ve always been right (can you believe it?) in my assertion that phone sex is more of a sales enterprise than a sex enterprise. Bells and whistles are important, but the quality of the interaction is what seals the deal. And it is the the salesperson/PSO who is responsible for that quality.

So, in fact, if someone does jump on board expecting a free and easy ride in the saddle of a caller’s horniness, you can bet that she will soon be sliding down the proverbial wall.

But we are women who are now running our own businesses.

We are: Women In Power.

Just some times we don’t act like it. We attack, we judge, we gang up. We listen to things which ring false in our hearts, yet cling to the gossip because EVERYBODY LIKES US when we do. Because the little girl in our belly just couldn’t take being ostracized from the in-crowd. So we assume, belittle, demean, and sometimes even booby trap and/or trip up our competition.

It’s not a good thing. Not a good thing at all.

Nobody is doing this wrong and nobody is doing this right. We are doing the best we can with what we have and what we know. There are as many ways to approach our businesses and how we run them as there are girls jumping in on a daily basis.

I just think that when all the dust settles, we will find that having done it morally and ethically is what mattered most. I hope I am right.

Because if I am not, it is indeed a very sad thing.

xo, Angela

(with apologies to Grant Wood)

A friend from my REAL life sent this pic to me. She, of course, hadn’t a clue as to how I would take it–considering my kink-O-phone experiences.

I couldn’t resist taking the low road with this, it was just too darn funny to pass up.

xo, Angela