Do you think that sensuous GFE is incompatible with succumbing to a tease/coaxing into the depths of kink? If so, be proven wrong – call Angela, and experience her alchemy. The more imprinting Miss Angela does the more obedient I become.

The more I find my true calling for Her. She is a Goddess who deserves only the best from us.

Mistress has an uncanny capacity to pinpoint the perverted crevices of my brain and creatively elaborate a very personalized tale that renders me a mumbling, smiling wreck begging for more.

Talent: 200 stars. Professionalism: 200 stars. Sincerity: 200 stars. Emotional and intellectual investment in caller: 500%

A picture? A puzzle? Maybe it’s a tapestry. The intricate shadings and sequence of events that mistress can weave are incredible.

This woman, this tease, this Goddess is beyond the slower wits of mere males. We serve. We adore. We are blessed.

Romantic Filth!

Ms Angela provides the vivid descriptions that build upon and relate to each other. They are detailed and evocative. Her skills with words transport you to a world where her kinky imagination reigns freely and absolutely.

Exemplar extraordinaire! A virtuoso of fantasy. Thrilling! Whew!

Whether it’s a craving, desire, inhibition, or fantasy, share it, politely, openly, and thoughtfully with Angela, and she will reward you with a mesmerizing, smoky, ethereal trip to nirvana.

How am I so fortunate to have found this iridescent gem on NiteFlirt? She has pierced my libido, tied a leash to the piercing and lead me around like the happiest of slaves for some time now.

Mistress riffed like a great jazz player. My sissy wedding was filled with details so rich and interesting I giggled with chills. Then the couple’s first “dance”. Such romance and raunchy filth! Just thinking about it makes me ache for an encore.

Exciting and erotic or esoteric and erudite. Miss Angela can make me cry with laughter or passion or pathos. Her voice and her words are tools of control that take my mind wherever she desires.

Intelligence, empathy, vibrancy, warmth, imagination – just a few of Angela’s wonderful traits she’ll use to weave the most deliciously decadent fantasies. Open, be honest, and reveal your depth to her; the connection will enhance your being.

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(I think I like them too.)

Dear Angela

Thank you.

Sometimes I get caught up in a pursuit of happiness that can’t be caught, but must be enticed and welcomed with calm.
Sometimes, like today, I am calm and centered, and can realize how happy I am.

You are part of that.
Today I don’t expect we shall have a chance to speak, I don’t expect to have any kinky fun, or engage with your wit and wisdom, nor even to share the joys of your successes.

Today I am meeting with a well-heeled client, which means a serious payday and, most likely, an upgrade to our contract that will kick my bonus schedule into high gear. Yet here I am awake and alert well before I need to commute. So, I had a chance to realize that I have a kindle to take to office. I have a cage to lock away my penis. I have shaved balls. I have the beauty of a great novel to enjoy. I have peace and shelter. I have the confidence that another day will be equally hope-filled and happy, and that I can make a difference to someone I love.

All of that comes because of knowing you.
You haven’t made me happy.
You have taught me how to be happy.
You have shown me how to be grateful, and how grateful living promotes happy living.
You have shown me the peace that comes with living authentically.
You have allowed me to know a staggering and previously unimaginable combination of contentment with today and hope for better tomorrow.

So, Thank You, dear Angela.
You are so much more than Mistress. So much more than simple language can express, that all that can be said is “Thank you.”

Thank you doesn’t say enough, but it says what is foremost.

Mr.J

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Well. Gee. Um.

I dunno.

Who me?

Quite honestly, I am stunned. I am overwhelmed. I am many things.

But mostly I’m just an everyday girl who happens to like boys and is perhaps a bit more kinky than one might expect upon meeting me. I am also a girl who is rather fond of this particular gentleman. And he takes my fondness like a champ.

Because, believe you me, my fondness can come at a cost.  Because some days, those days when I’m just miserable and so damn cranky that I want to eat carbs and drink margaritas until not only do my hips triple in size overnight but they wake up with a hangover, I can be a BITCH. A mouthy, intolerant, impatient BITCH.

And he knows this BITCH!

Yet he chose to speak to the everyday girl who believes in gratitude, the girl who sees gratitude as an almost living breathing verb, the girl who knows that gratitude is prayer and gratitude saves lives and heals hearts.

And we’ll leave this here for now.

Thank you, Mr.J.