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Quick-Change Artist: PhoneSex Operator to Sex Kitten in the Blink of an Eye or Twitch of an Ear My name is Angela St. Lawrence: Regular girl by day, Phone Sex Operator by night, and now a Sex Kitten in-between. Perhaps you should just call me Sybil! Ok, so, yes... I do the Phone Sex thang. Yup, that’s what they pay me for, Ladies & Gentlemen. I work the phones, creating fantasies of perversion and lust for the not-so-general public.
Hmmmm…or maybe more general than you might think. I’ll be getting back to you on that one.
On a more-than-regular basis, I hang out in the dirty little back alleys of the collective brain; looking for the lust monsters, then making them dance their profane little two-steps. Of course, you always have the gnarly little lusus naturae that insists on making it a three-step, or cheat the beat with a measly little one-step, but I am the Mistress of these dark fairways, I am the music. And, well, Mr. Manilow doesn’t write the songs here... I do!
But I do so love what I do. And I love the gentlemen who’ve trusted me with the gift of their—sometimes darkest, sometimes sweetest, sometimes scariest—secret desires. Oh, dear reader, I have so many tails to tell. And, yes, I did mean to spell “tails” just the way it reads! It has been and is the adventure and education of a lifetime. Won’t you join us?
As this piece (pun intended) is just a little foreplay to get you all hot and bothered, I thought I might answer some of the questions I am regularly asked. Feel free to ask more, if the mood (you are in the mood, aren’t you baby?) doest strike thou.
- How did a nice girl like you end up in a place like this?
The dirty, little truth is that I worked my way through a Jesuit Catholic College doing phone sex. It was the best job in the world for a student (I could study in between calls). Upon graduation, I left that job behind—taking a sales job, because that is basically all that one can do with an English degree. While I was quite successful and the company was wonderful, life had other plans and I wanted the flexibility and autonomy of an at-home career. Hmmm….what can I do well that I can do at home??? And, there you have it!
- What does your family think about what you do?
My family loves me. They love my brain, my creativity, my quirkiness, my independence, and my sense of humor. We just don’t talk about my job at cocktail parties. Otherwise, they think it’s a hoot.
- Isn’t it just a bunch of perverts that call PhoneSex lines?
Hey! I resemble that remark! Perverts don’t call sex lines; they are too busy being perverts and doing pervert-type pervert-things. My clients are like you and me: NORMAL! NORMAL! NORMAL! They just like to explore their kinky fantasies (don’t even try to tell me that you don’t have kinky fantasies…that would mean your brain is dead, and that just isn’t nice in polite company!) in between cutting the grass, donating to charity, walking the dog, and watching reruns of Law and Order.
- Aren’t you wasting your education?
Only on every other Monday. Or, put another way: Who isn’t? Or, put another-nother way: I use my education every moment of every call. You try creating a polished, post-modern, sizzling fantasy around a lactating, pregnant hermaphrodite!
- What are you wearing?
a. Leather, can’t you smell that crisp, clean smell? Here…rub your hard cock right there on my thigh-high boot.
b. Oops! You’re the guy that likes bare skin, right? Darling, I am totally naked for you, my horny, hot man.
c. Damn it! I got it wrong again. You’re that guy that likes lingerie. Well, I have my silky, lacy corset on. The one you love sooo much!
So there you have it...
A little bit of a little bit of me. But, Mon Cheri, there is so much more to say, isn’t there? Until we rendezvous again...
Kinky Kisses & Fetish Hugs
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