Angelaphabet 2.1  ~  Random Acts of Naughty

Alexandra the Beautiful
Boyfriend Speak (She loves him, don’t ya know?)
Cute, Cuddly and Stern Madame
Democrat Goddess Bringing out the Whips
Egyptian Fellatio
Free Audio from KinkRadi-Oh
Get Your Erotic Site Listed
Hypnosis MP3s from Lovely Isabella
Incest, Kinda-Sorta
Janet Reno, Redux (This guy is pissed…and very funny.)
Klown Kink
Lingerie Haiku, by Michelle
Milking: And so it Begins
Naked Lunch on Trial
Oh … No You don’t! (Cock control: It’s a good thing.)
Pimped Out by Domina Dorothy
Quick Study: “Don’t Throttle Mistresses”
Richard Knows
Sex Sells
Transexual Reality from the Heart (God bless Will.)
Utterly Awesome Phone Sex
Video of the Absurd (What’s love got to do with it?)
Watersports, Buggery, Bestiality and More
X-Rated Cuckold Closet (Note the quote at the top.)
You Know Miss Karen (But I ain’t tellin’ how.)
Zen Porn for Queers

Pervert Savant sends the following email.

Subject: Pulp Fiction for the Jaded

Dearest Angela:

I’ve been thinking.

My contribution to “Pulp Porn” would be an elaboration on a new idea that has been percolating in my fevered brain. “Phone Sex Pimp Daddy” — a bare-knuckled tell-all expose about a middle-aged white office worker who, one day, decides to become a PPP (“Phone Sex Pimp).

Follow him as he gathers his stable of phone sex whores — preying on innocent intellectual women, corrupting them, buying their bifocals, encouraging them to read books, forcing them to speak in grammatical sentences and then, when they have nothing left, requiring them to slave away at phone banks in dingy offices, dingier apartments, and still dingier trailer parks, plying their trade until they’re used up and hoarse — enslaved and willing to give all their hard earned profits to their pimp, (a man who is known on the avenue as “NiteFlirt”).

He’s their “Phone Sex Daddy!” You can do the screenplay. I’d want a percentage of the take from the movie, of course.

Sincerely,

Pervert Q. Savant

What do you think? Should I go for it? Write that screenplay and share the wealth with this rascal of a guy? I think he has the talent. Certainly the gumption. Or maybe I should write the book and the screenplay. Reap the bounty myself?

Or maybe I’ll just ignore this silliness and buy a membership to Tit-Elation.

Which reminds me: One of my stories, Tying up Amy was featured via Tit-Elation at Samarel Erotic Art.

And for those who emailed and/or commented on yesterday’s entry, I am fine. I really am. Just rolling with the punches. Thanks so much.

xo, Angela

Now isn’t this just perfect for my office?

And it’s all Slip of a Girl’s fault. I am telling you: She is d-a-n-g-e-r-o-u-s.

But as I told Sliperetta (and Michelle):

How could I not? Won’t it be fab -matted and framed- hanging above the Frog-Prince figurine (a little tip-o-the-hat to my callers) gracing my desk?

xo, Angela

• Well, I finally got around to moving my Savant Collection to a bigger and better curio cabinet (AKA their very own page here at Zen Fetish).
• When visiting, please do not pick up, handle or fondle the Savants. Remember: You break it, you buy it.
• As you browse this small (but most exclusive) collection, you might also notice that there are more Savants awaiting their debut: Vanilla Savant (there’s one in every crowd, don’t ya know?), Closeted Savant (he has secrets), Lady of the Lace Savant (the first female savant — yowza!), Horn Dawg Savant (this one is lotsa fun — just you wait) and Pussy-Whipped Savant (which really always is the case anyway — he just is a bit more aware of it).
• God Bless Luscious Lyndee: She’s now the proud owner of two Brian Rawson photographs.
• I’ve been getting a lot of poetry sent my way these days for some reason and I do thank the senders very much. One (a Shakespearian Sonnet) is below. And thanks to you-know-who.
• Oh, and did you see the response to A O Hell posted by a certain Savant who is pretty darn creative and down right hillarious? That, too, is below.
• Now that everything is tied up into a neat little bow, let me say goodbye for tonight. Kink-O-Phone is now officially off of the hook.

***

Sonnet 57 ~William Shakespeare

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.

Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;

Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.

So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

***

System/Prakrit Kamasutramurtri Says:

October 20th, 2006 at 8:50 pm

Dear Pearl:

Namaste!

It gladdens my heart, here in Mumbai, to learn that your AOL Email system has at last returned to its normal state of happy repair.

In your posting to ZenFetish, however, I sense smally that there remains of bitterness and dissatisfaction with AOL and with my own most sincere efforts to assist you with your unfortunate problem. Know well, that at all times, I strenuously expended myself to my utmost to relieve you of your most perplexing difficulty.

Sadly, Brahma was not amenable to the resolution of your misfortune on this occasion. Such is karma. I wished you to be cognizant that I am now burning incense and have offered sweets and flowers at the Temple of Kali in hopes of atonement.

Please take a moment to give me a good report when further communicating with my superiors.

Sincerely

Prakrit Kamasutramutri (”Jerry”)
Your AOL-Customer Service Representative in Mumbai

Sexy?  Yes?

Thanks to Mr. C for sending me a link to photographer Brian Rawson’s website, where I found the above (click on the images to blow your mind).

Only 26 years old, Brian is already kicking ass and taking names, fast becoming the fair-haired boy to both art and smut aficionados. Of course, the latter prefer the term “erotica” to “smut,” and we shall leave them to that eternal debate.

In the meantime, I am quite sure Brian has things of much more import with which to occupy himself–mainly, the business of becoming famous. I think I just might hit him up for an interview in the future. That is if he can even find time. Keep your fingers crossed.

Ten or twenty minutes prancing around his website, and you will begin to garner just what all the hoopla is about: Major talent, unique vision and obvious wonderment in the world and women around him (When asked about his influences he mentions his models and his dog.) have combined in a very big way in a very short time.

And people are talking. Not only has Brian and his work been featured at Fleshbot, but his photographs have also appeared in the New York Post and Bon Appétit.

And guess what else. You can own your very own Brian Rawson work for a very reasonable price.

How cool is that?