Angel Delights - Phone Sex/Erotic Stories

CONTINUE MY STORY

2007-06-07T15:54:00.000-04:00

I thought it might be fun if we did a story together. I will start it but I want readers to continue it. Let's see how far it gets. The beginning:

I couldn’t bear to look at his picture any longer. I turned the photo over and placed it down on the mantel. I wearily walked to the sofa and sat down. My mind couldn’t help wandering to happier times we spent together. I met him while waitressing at the local coffee shop, to earn money for my education. I was studying business and Jared was studying me. That first time he smiled at me, his lips were curled up and his pearly whites in plain view. That first kiss he planted on my lips...

I invite all readers to continue this story and let's have a good time.

Angel
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NEEDED: A HOT-BLOODED GUY

2007-02-02T02:21:00.000-05:00

It's been really cold here lately in Ontario, Canada. I could use a hot-blooded man to warm me up. I've been lying under the blankets and masturbating but a sexy young voice would help me have more intense orgasms. Care to help a horny mature woman cum hard? If you would, call me.

Angel
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EVERYTHING TO DO WITH SEX

2006-10-23T16:21:00.000-04:00

My boyfriend and I went to "The Everything To Do With Sex Show" yesterday. It was on all weekend in Toronto, Ontario. My boyfriend stared at the nipples of the woman being demonstrated on, on one of the stages. They were sooooooooooooo long.

In the dungeon room was a gorgeous half-naked woman that he didn't notice and I wasn't about to point her out. lol That room was full of BDSM things like floggers and whips and.... A guy even used some sizzling instrument on anyone that wanted to feel it. I liked it but my boyfriend LOVED it. Maybe it's time we start shopping at different stores. lol

I got my share right before we left. There were hot Canadian men on the main stage and they got me so horny that I couldn't wait to get home. The seminars were informative but the best one I saw was about oral sex. I was pleased to learn that there was little I didn't already do and many things I do that she didn't mention. My boyfriend said I should have taught it. lol It was well done though.

All in all we had a nice time and I do need to find out if those Canadian men are touring. lol They showed us their entire backside, nothing covered up. God those asses looked great and for that matter their chests were pumped and ...... my imagination went a bit wild. I pictured what would have happened if they had asked a woman to come up, to get those men to have their way with her in front of everyone. A girl can dream can't she? lol I guess that would have been a different type of show.

I am horny thinking about yesterday. Contact me and we can talk about your fantasies.

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Angel

LET'S GET SERIOUS

2006-08-09T20:34:00.000-04:00

I like my blog to be sexy and playful and fun but sometimes a serious topic has to be discussed and this is one of those times. My mother was just diagnosed with a brain tumour and we'll be going to neurosurgeons to determine what treatment she will have. She is 80 years old but she is strong-willed and I admire her for that. Prayers would be appreciated, of course, but the reason I am writing is about more than that.

Two things have come to light that I wanted to alert my readers to. First, DON'T assume that if someone is forgetful or repetitive, they are just older so it's normal. It could be that but best to check it out. Second, we noticed my mother wasn't herself so she went for a Cat Scan/CT Scan. It came out fine. It was only after she had further symptoms a couple of months later that they did another one that looked fine too until a radiologist was diligent enough to look further. This time she got a Cat Scan WITH A DYE. It clearly showed her brain tumour which the followup MRI confirmed. So, keep in mind that Cat Scans don't always show brain tumours if it's location is like my mother's, in the posterior fossa it's called. A dye was needed. IF this helps saves even one person's life, this blog would have been worth it.

I wish good health to you and to your families. Life is full of tests and this is one of ours.

Angel
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SMILE AND THE WORLD SMILES WITH YOU

2006-07-15T22:08:00.000-04:00

Smiles light up a room so they say. Some claim smiles are what attracts them to someone. How important is a smile to you?

I hope my story, Afternoon Delight, gives you something to smile about. All rights reserved. Let me know what you think.

AFTERNOON DELIGHT

Looking at my e-mails one morning, I received an intriguing message that caught my attention. “BY SPECIAL INVITATION ONLY” was emphasized. “SexGoddess has requested your presence at a special reading of her new story.” The particulars were given, time and place. I was to let them know by replying online, if I would attend.

I had written some fan mail to SexGoddess under the pseudonym HotGuy. Her erotic stories on the site I joined had always managed to make me hard. The location was close to me and I hadn’t made plans yet for that date. Sure I would go, I wrote back.

As a recently divorced father of one son, I was enjoying my newfound freedom. I had been married for 10 years to one woman, but as the years went by Nancy seemed disinterested in having sexual relations. Where was the highly sexual woman I married? The woman I fell in love with, from her tiny heart shaped birthmark on her inner thigh to her beautiful long hair, was still there in looks but not in spirit.

We went from having sex a few times a day, down to once a week. The last year of our marriage, I was lucky if she did me a favor and gave in once a month. Divorce was imminent and eventually I couldn’t take it anymore and told her I wanted out. She didn’t protest and we had as amicable a divorce as possible, 6 months ago. She didn’t even object to joint custody of our son. I had him every 2nd week.

Yesterday had been especially memorable. Two women that I had met from online chatting had both agreed to have sex with me on the same day. Neither knew about the other; telling them would have been unwise. This “friends with benefits” arrangement I had with each of them, certainly had its benefits, and I was reaping them whenever time permitted.

Yesterday morning I went to Wendy’s house. The divorced mother of 3 children wanted a no-strings attached relationship, perfect for me. She greeted me the way she usually did, robe on with nothing underneath. As soon as she let me inside her home, door shut behind me, she was all over my cock. Unbuttoning my pants, unzipping them, and oh could she lick my balls. “Ohhhhhhhh Wendy,” I moaned as she engulfed my balls in her always-ready warm mouth.

Shifting her attention to my hardening rod, she liquefied my swollen cockhead. Proceeding with her deep throating expertise on my prick, she gave my erect manhood the fuel it needed for its immense release to orbit to its destination, her cum-swallowing mouth.

Removing the covering off her right shoulder, I fondled her sumptuous more-than-a-handful of soft flesh. Wendy uttered her sounds of delight, my signal to continue on this path to her pinnacle of pleasure. My tongue swirled around her thriving nipple before my eager mouth descended on it.

Exposing her other tit upon disposing her robe, I licked and sucked and gently bit the protrusion on her heaving left bosom. Her heightened moans clear evidence of her arousal. My tongue began its sojourn down her body. Licking inside her belly button made her squirm. As I drew nearer to her cunt, the intoxicating smells of her essence overwhelmed me.

Wendy’s pussy lips were large inviting folds of joy, waiting for whatever lucky man would get to suck on it. I was thrilled to be partaking of such a bountiful womanhood, blossoming as my tongue worked its magic along her gushing slit. Her multiple orgasms merely a preamble to what was to come.

The pre-cum on my dick licked off swiftly by Wendy, I teasingly rubbed my hot rod against her postured clit. “Fuck me Mark. Please fuck my cunt,” she begged. My cock, ready, willing and most definitely able, plunged quickly inside Wendy’s soaked pussy. Her squeals subsided and her moans of ecstasy took over, as her yielding hips met my rhythmic thrusts.

Our simultaneous outpouring of satisfaction left us both drained; we lay in each other’s arms, our tongues entwined as we shared some lingering kisses. Knowing I had another visit to make, I soon left Wendy under the pretense of having work to do. She was disappointed that it wouldn’t be a full day of sexual gratification but she understood. If she only knew, I thought.

Before the next woman, I had a quick bite for sustenance. All this sex takes energy and I wanted to be up for it. Devon was single, her 40 years of life exceeded my 32 years. There was something about her being older that really excited me. My fascination with older women hadn’t ceased and in fact Devon reinforced it. She didn’t play any head games. She knew what she liked and exactly how to get it. She was one hot babe. She also was the best cocksucker I ever had.

Devon was a bit kinky. Her favorite thing to do, which was a major turn-on, was having phone sex at the same time as real sex. Arriving at her apartment, she wore a black lacy bra and thong to greet me. I greeted her by moving my hand down her panties. The moistness in her cunt was building up, as my fingers pushed the thong to the side and darted inside then out of her entrance. I was reminded of the speakerphone nearby and that one of her “regular” phone sex buddies was on, as Drake from Detroit said “Hi” to me.

I said back my hello to Drake, amid my licks in Devon’s juicy pussy, as she leaned against the kitchen wall. From my knelt position, I had the perfect view and wasn’t about to miss anything. “Devon, feel my lonnnnnnnnnng tongue making its way into your cunt,” Drake said with a sexy undertone, as my tongue slid deeper into Devon’s inner being. Feeling like two men were eating her pussy at once, made her flow effusively. My open mouth the grateful recipient of her sweet nectar.

“Suck our cocks baby,” Drake continued, after hearing her moans lessen. “Tell me what she is doing to our cocks, Mark.” As Devon licked up my shaft, salivated the bloated head, satiated my balls and sucked my throbbing prick, I kept Drake informed of her progress; instead of doing it just to mine he was being told how she was doing it to each dick. Devon and I could hear Drake’s reaction to what was occurring.

His quickened breath and eventual release not able to match the contentment I felt; I asked Devon where she wanted me to cum and I shot my vast load all over her tits, after fucking her huge boobs. Slurping up the remnants that Devon’s tongue didn’t yet devour, was not to be missed. There are some things you just need the personal touch for. Poor Drake.

“Ride my big cock Devon,” Drake echoed my words to her. She mounted my stiff instrument, easily slipping down its full length. Moving up and down my long pole, I licked her tits as they bounced near enough for my tongue to reach. Her loud moans added to the experience, so did Drake’s heavy breathing as he stroked his cock while listening intently to us fucking.

“I’m cummming,” Devon screamed out; her body shuddered from the impact of her intense climax. Drake and I did the same; my hot cum shot into her welcoming pussy, while Drake only had a tissue taking in his.

Drake said goodbye and Devon and I continued our rendezvous. Devon lifted herself off my prick and lay down beside me. Rest was fine but I wanted to taste our juices mixed together in her honey pot. I edged towards her pussy, licking her ears and whispering to her “I want to eat your cunt.” With that, our lips caressed each other, and I could feel her tongue reacting to the thought as we kissed urgently.

When I reached the promised land, I twirled my tongue in her oasis. My senses reacted to the look of her divine slit. The flavor of the savory gushing juices that dripped down her legs, whet my appetite for more, as I fervently retrieved all of it.

Sucking on her swollen clit, Devon’s acute efflux gave me more fluid to drink. Whatever her fountain, I knew I would lick her dry. Her juices flowed and I imbibed. We made a good team.

The week passed as usual, though I had trouble keeping my wild imagination in check about the upcoming event I had agreed to attend. Finally, Saturday afternoon arrived and I went to the venue listed.

Men began entering the dimly lit auditorium, taking a number, as requested. The seats were lined up in a semi-circle so all would get a clear view of the large screen in front. I followed suit, getting the number 18 and grabbing a chair. The petite woman taking care of the seating, Angelica her nametag indicated, was a brunette with long hair that extended close to where her full round behind began. Her dark eyes and tanned skin gave her an exotic look I couldn’t help but notice and admire.

After all the invitees were seated, approximately 50 men, Angelica walked next to the screen and introduced herself to our receptive group. She explained how she would be assisting Dominique, the erotic author AKA SexGoddess.

Continuing, Angelica said that Dominique wanted to remain anonymous; she would be in disguise and her voice would be distorted using a special machine located in the private room set up on the premises. Dominique will be lying on a bed there, reading her new sexy story to us. We would be able to watch her on the large screen above.

“Feel free to stroke yourself or whatever would give you the greatest pleasure while watching,” Angelica added. “After the story is over, you will each get a chance to meet Dominique, up close and personal. Should you require my assistance during the reading or during your time with Dominique, I will be glad to do anything to increase your enjoyment.”

I could feel my cock stirring as she spoke those words. Just then, a woman lying down on a king size bed appeared on the TV screen ahead. “I’m Dominique. Welcome. I hope you enjoy my new story, Afternoon Delight.” Though obviously distorted from the equipment, her voice still sounded sexy. She began the titillating tale.

“Mandy was… pussy…………..” Dominique was wearing a sheer black lace negligee. Her legs slowly started spreading. She was teasing us. With the depressed light, we could see one of her hands reaching under her garment and probing her cunt, in and out. It was difficult to concentrate on her words when her actions spoke louder.

Glancing around at the other men, I could see many using one of their hands to rub the bulging cocks that lay beneath their pants. Others had their zippers opened and pricks out for all to see. My cock was pressing against my briefs and yearned to get out.

I unzipped my pants and listened to Dominique and watched her. Stroking my exposed manhood, my pace increased as she reached for a nearby toy with the same hand that had been where I wanted to end up. She took the huge vibrating dildo and rammed it into her needy cunt. “OMG, it fit right in, ALL OF IT.”

The blood rushed to my prick, which was now fully erect; pre-cum was running all over. It was then that I saw what Angelica was assisting in. I could see her on her knees by another guy and she was sucking his cock. Hearing his moans, as his sperm injected into her mouth, aroused me further.

I held off as long as I could, because I too wanted Angelica by my side, serving my aching prick. By the time she came to me, it seemed like hours but was actually only a short while. That strikingly beautiful woman was positioned for sucking my throbbing dick and the wait was well worth it. When I finally exploded into the mouth that so many had already filled tonight, I was strangely excited knowing men had cum before me and many would cum after.

“The end,” Dominique finally announced. With that, Angelica went back to the now-blank screen. I could see it was 6:15 pm on the digital clock that hung on the wall. “Now Dominique will be meeting with each of you. Look at the number you took when you first got here. If you look up ahead, you will see what number is allowed to go inside to see Dominique. While you wait your turn, you will be able to view Dominique and whomever she is with, on the screen. Enjoy.” Suddenly Angelica left the room.

For the first time I could see the number 1 lit up and one guy stood up and left the room. Angelica could be seen now on the large display, bringing the man in to see Dominique. All eyes were glued to the screen to see what was happening. Angelica told him to put a blindfold on Dominique’s eyes, which he did. Dominique was flat on the bed with her hands and legs loosely tied up by scarves, obviously by Angelica after she left the auditorium.

Announcing to man #1 and to us, Angelica dictated, “This evening is all about pleasure. No pain should be inflicted. Touch Dominique, lick her, suck her or whatever else you wish. For those interested, I can join in. If either of us says stop at any time, cease what you are doing. LET THE GAMES BEGIN.”

My eyes were fixated on the huge screen. The first guy to get to be with Dominique this evening straddled her body; he had her lick his ass and suck his cock as he bent over to eat her cunt. The animal sounds he emanated and the moans emitted from her, made my softened prick spring back to life.

He motioned for Angelica and she complied with his request. He got off Dominique and Angelica began licking Dominique’s big melons and sucking on her erect nipples. Angelica was over Dominique’s body with her great ass faced to the guy. He didn’t let the opportunity pass. His hard cock dove into Angelica’s tight ass after he put some lube on, remembering the no pain rule. “God that looks good,” I said, not realizing I said it aloud. Other guys nodded in agreement.

Angelica got off Dominique and asked him if he wanted another man to join in. Giving his approval, number 2 flashed on the board and lucky #2 hurriedly joined them. Angelica gave great head to him and he had her lay in the bed right next to Angelica. First he fucked Angelica while guy #1 worked on Dominique’s cockhungry pussy. Then they switched. Cum was oozing out of both women. What a sight to behold.

I watched as man after man left to go to Dominique and not surprisingly all had Angelica join in. Sometimes they let in 5 men at once, each satisfying themselves on these luscious sluts. I could hardly wait. I imagined what I would do to each of them and what pleasures they would give me in return. As my number grew nearer my excitement increased. My prick was aching for their touch.

Numbers 15 – 17 were in with them. “Oh god, I am next. Thank god.” At last the display I was staring at intently flashed 18. “It’s my turn.” I got off my chair and was led to my garden of eden. Angelica was sitting on a chair near the bed. Her legs were open wide, and she was playing with herself, while another man was jerking off watching. I couldn’t help myself. I went over to her and dropped on my knees. Just in time. She squirted all over my face. I could only imagine what other wonderful things would happen shortly. I stepped over to the bed.

I thought I would make my way up Dominique’s body. I started inching up her inner thigh with my wet tongue, enjoying her delicate skin. Suddenly I became aware of a small birthmark that looked like a heart. “Nancy?????” I asked incredulously. “Mark is that you??????” Nancy replied.

Let me know if you smiled or if it made your cock throb. Call me.

Angel
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THE LADY IS A TRAMP

2006-07-02T11:22:00.000-04:00

Do you like dirty talk during sex? When I was younger, if a guy called me a whore in or out of the bedroom, I would have been very upset and kicked him out. Then again, I was so shy that I hid my ass from a guy I slept with at that time. lol I literally covered it up if I walked past him and he would see it. People change and in my case, I am not the inhibited little girl I once was.

My belief is the old saying that a woman should be a lady in the kitchen and a tramp in the bedroom. I believe I live up to that and in the bedroom it adds to the excitement factor when I am called a slut or whore. I personally am not fond of the word bitch but there are those that like it and that's fine. You could tell me you want to eat my cunt but don't you dare call me a cunt. Everyone has their list of dos and don'ts.

When sex isn't involved, I don't like to be called names. Call me a slut in everyday conversation, and I won't be talking to you again. I like to be treated with respect. There is a time and place for everything.

All comments are welcome so call me. When we have phone sex I will be the horniest slut you ever had!

Angel
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MINDY'S FAVORITE ROOM

2006-06-25T19:33:00.000-04:00

I love sex and I think about it all the time. That is, when I am not too busy having it. The other day, my boyfriend licked my pussy during a call. It was quite arousing, both the licking and the call. However there are other things I am passionate about besides sex. Writing is one of those things.

I had an inspiration for a children's story the other day so I sat down and wrote it. Funny thing is, the response from adults who read it has been overall positive. Tell me what you think. All my copyrights stay with me, of course. Feedback is always welcome. Here it is:

MINDY'S FAVORITE ROOM

Mindy was a pretty little girl with golden locks and bright blue eyes. Her daddy was rich, very rich and if Mindy wanted something all she had to do was to ask for it.

Mindy and her dad took vacations on the French Riviera or in the Caribbean or anywhere Mindy wanted. Mindy’s mom left when she was a baby and her dad was sad and lonely. He never dated. Mindy liked having her dad all to herself.

Mindy had a large room in the big house they lived in. There were many rooms in that house. Each room had something special in it. Mindy loved the dining room with the pretty light hanging from above. It sparkled and dad called it something Mindy couldn’t pronounce. Mindy didn’t know how to say it but she liked the way the crystals looked.

The kitchen had a huge island with a marble counter and Mindy was told that not everyone had that. That made Mindy feel very lucky. The family room had a gigantic Plasma TV that Mindy loved to watch and a soft leather sofa that Mindy plopped down on.

Mindy’s favourite room was filled with her prized stuffed toy collection. Mindy loved all of them. They were different shapes and sizes. She had a pretty pink elephant with a long trunk and many dogs, some big and some small. She had unique stuffed toys that gave her great pleasure each time she added to her ever-growing collection. If Mindy had to choose, the clown with the multi-colored outfit and red nose was her top choice. Mindy knew that she would never part with any of them, especially the clown.

Mindy hated the school she went to. She didn’t have many friends. When the limousine pulled up to the school to drop her off, kids would stare. They were jealous and Mindy knew it.

There was a new girl in school who was shy. She was a short girl with gorgeous thick black hair. She dressed in clothes that looked a bit frumpy. The other kids weren’t friendly to her and in fact made fun of her. Mindy said hi to her one day while the two sat isolated from everyone else in the lunchroom. The two became fast friends.

For some reason Allison, her new friend, never had Mindy over to her house. Mindy had Ally, as she called her, over instead to her home and showed her all her stuffed toys. Ally loved the clown too and told Mindy so.

Mindy and Ally played together every day. Mindy showed Ally her dolls and all her toys and Ally loved coming over to Mindy’s house. One day, Mindy got very curious and decided to do something about it. When Ally asked Mindy to play, Mindy refused and made up an excuse. After Ally left for home, Mindy followed her. She told her dad that she needed the limo later that day due to a rehearsal for the upcoming play.

Mindy couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw where Ally lived. Even though it was only a small distance from her home, it was light years away. It looked run down and Mindy felt pity for her friend. She had no idea how poor Ally was. A beautiful woman opened the door when she saw Ally approaching. Ally looked like a younger version of what Mindy assumed was her mom. She too wasn’t dressed very nicely. Her clothes were old fashioned and worn out. Mindy learned what she had set out to find. She now understood why her friend didn’t want her over.

Mindy started having Ally over for dinner after she saw how poor Ally was. Her dad liked Ally and started asking about her family. Ally said that her dad had died a few years before and her mom was all the family she had. “Tell your mom to come over with you for dinner on Friday night,” Mindy’s dad told Ally. Ally promised she would ask.

Ally and her mom showed up on Friday and her mom looked visibly uncomfortable. She started to turn back from the doorway when Mindy’s dad opened it and welcomed mother and daughter inside the mansion. During dinner, Mindy’s dad couldn’t keep his eyes off Ally’s mom Ginny. Her beauty shone through despite the clothes that she wore and he was totally enraptured. He was sympathetic to the fact that when her husband died suddenly, she was ill prepared financially to take care of herself and her daughter. Her hubby had her drop out of school when they got married. He didn’t want a wife that worked. She now worked as a waitress, earning whatever she could to make ends meet, which they barely did.

Mindy’s dad asked Ginny out for dinner for the next night but as she began to refuse, he was persistent. She gave in, unable to mask the fact she found him so attractive. He asked for her address and she told him she would come there. He didn’t push it. Mindy noticed him smiling for the first time in a long time, as he got ready for the date. It bothered Mindy that he would be seeing a woman but she didn’t say anything.

Ginny had a surprise waiting for her when she arrived. Mindy’s dad was in the clothing business and he was good at measuring up a woman. He handed her a package and told her to open it. She did and when she saw the gorgeous red silky gown she couldn’t believe it. Nobody had ever given her anything so lovely. “Put it on,” he told her, and led her to which room to use to change her clothing. She changed into it and there was another surprise in store for her.

Under the bed, he reached for a pair of elegant red shoes. He had purchased it for her for the occasion. Ginny was a vision of loveliness and Mindy’s dad escorted her to the limousine. Ginny felt like a queen. He took her to an elegant restaurant and was attentive to her all evening, mesmerized by her. The more her dad saw Ginny in the weeks that followed, the less attention Mindy received. Mindy was upset and despite how much he was starting to feel for Ginny, he couldn’t hurt Mindy. She was his first priority. She was his daughter. He told her he would break off with Ginny and apologized to Mindy for his lack of attention. Mindy felt great knowing that she again would be the centre of her dad’s universe.

Mindy happened to pass her dad’s room after he had called Ginny to tell her that he wouldn’t be able to see her again. She saw his sad face return and if she didn’t know any better, she thought she saw a tear in his eyes. Despite the fact she wanted his attention, she did love her dad and wanted him to be happy. It was then she realized that her dad needed Ginny to be happy. She knew she had to undo the damage she caused.

Ally’s birthday was approaching and Mindy tried to think about what to get her. She came up with the perfect gift. Ally’s birthday arrived and Mindy had her present wrapped up and decided to bring it over to Ally’s house to surprise her. Ally got home first since Mindy said she wouldn’t be able to see her until later that evening. Mindy followed her again but this time she went to the door and rang it. Ginny answered and was shocked to see Mindy standing at the doorway. She let her inside.

“Ally, you have a guest,” Ginny called out to her daughter. Ally came down and for a minute stood speechless seeing her rich friend in her house.

“I knew where you live for a long time, Ally,” Mindy said. “It makes no difference to me.” Ally led her to a chair. It wasn’t in the best shape but she was able to sit down on it. Mindy handed Ally her birthday present. “Happy Birthday Ally,” Mindy said to her best friend. “Open it.”

As instructed, Ally did as she was told and after ripping off all the packaging, she could see the gift that lay there. It was the clown, Mindy’s favourite stuffed toy. Ally started to cry. “I can’t take this from you,” she told Mindy.

Mindy responded, “I want you to have it. I love you Ally.” Both girls hugged and Ginny cried too. There was one more thing that Mindy knew she had to do. She explained to Ginny her part in her dad breaking up with her. Ginny understood.

“Come back to my house with me,” Mindy told Ginny. “My dad would love to see you.” Ginny had missed Mindy’s dad with all her heart so she went. When Mindy’s dad opened the door and saw Ginny there, he smiled broadly and then his smile faded when he realized he would have to send her away again. Then he saw Mindy there, smiling.

“Dad, I love you and I want you to be happy,” Mindy began. “Ally’s mom would love to see you again. I explained everything to her.”

“That’s quite a daughter you have. You should be very proud,” Ginny said to Mindy’s dad.

“I am,” he replied. In the months that followed, Mindy’s dad and Ginny saw each other constantly until one day they set Mindy and Ally down for a talk.

“We’re getting married. Ginny and I are in love,” Mindy’s dad announced. Mindy and Ally hugged both of them and were thrilled. Then they hugged each other.

The wedding was a joyous celebration of love. Ally and her mom moved into the mansion and Ally and Mindy decided to share Mindy’s new favourite room. It was called the Sister’s Room. “Goodnight Sis,” Mindy said to her new sister. Her sister nodded and drifted off to sleep.

When you are in one of YOUR horny moods, call me.

Angel
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SHARE YOUR FANTASIES

2006-05-02T11:34:00.000-04:00

Fantasies are great. Some of us, I would say most of us, have fantasies we wouldn't dare or couldn't live out. Only in our imaginations are we free to express our desires, without worrying about the consequences of our actions.

I wrote from a male's perspective, in some of my erotic stories. Last time I checked I am 100% woman so when you read Gangbang - Women In Heat - A Cameraman's Perspective http://english.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=196307 keep that in mind. lol I just wanted to imagine what a cameraman must feel like when he is behind the lens of a porn flick. For the record, I have never been a cameraman either. lol

Share some of your fantasies. I think it would be fun to hear what interesting things are on your minds.

Angel
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GETTING TO KNOW YOU

2006-04-18T19:25:00.000-04:00

I had a phone call recently that I loved. The guy was 26 and had a sexy voice but that isn't what made it special. Unlike many guys his age or even older men, he wanted to get to know me better before engaging in sexual activities on the telephone. He wasn't one to just have me get down to things, if you know what I mean. He wanted to know what I like to do for fun, what type of movies I enjoy, music, things like that. He told me about himself so I could get a true feel for what he is about. It was a very pleasant conversation for both of us. In fact, he called me again later that day and the next and since.

Contact me if you would like a stimulating intelligent conversation. I would love to get to know you better.

Angel
1-877-857-8837

MEN, ARE YOU A FILF? READ AND FIND OUT

2006-04-03T22:42:00.000-04:00

There is so much injustice in the world today. Think about it. Men are put down for keeping the toilet seat up, yet women could keep it down and nobody attacks them for it (sorry gals). Women who are older and sexy (like moi) are called MILFs. Men who are older and sexy are just called older and sexy. Well no longer. From now on you will be called a FILF.

FILF, yes I am inventing that acronym now. It's time that handsome older men step up to the plate. Are you a FATHER I WOULD LIKE TO FUCK??? When I think of men like Pierce Brosnan or Michael Douglas, I get aroused. They are mature and experienced and they are hot, hot, hot.

I remember being a student and I had a major crush on one of my sexy teachers. He was soooooooo boring but it didn't matter. I never skipped any of his classes. I didn't listen much to what he was saying but I sure noticed how he smiled and every move his body made. Thinking back I realize, I was one horny girl. If you are a FILF that younger women would love to be with or know someone who is, tell me about it.

I love young guys who think I am a MILF. I love older guys who should be called a FILF. Whatever you are, call me.

Angel
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CALL ME

2006-03-09T22:23:00.000-05:00

There has been some changes recently and in the process I have lost my yahoo account. I miss all you guys so write me at redhot_angel4u using Yahoo Messenger. Hope you are ready for this redheaded MILF. I'm ready to have some funnnnnnnn. Call me.

Angel
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LOVE NEVER DIES - PART 1

2006-02-17T21:28:00.000-05:00

Valentine's Day got me in a romantic state of mind so I wrote a story I thought I would share. Let me know what you think. Due to the length, as I did last time, I will put it in installments. As with all my stories, all rights are reserved.

LOVE NEVER DIES - PART 1

I held his picture close to my heart. I could feel the pounding in my chest as I waited for his return. Knowing he was asking her for a divorce so we could be together, would take its toll. We hadn’t planned for it to happen. It was one of those unforeseen events that took us both by surprise. I read about it but never expected it to happen to me. If the truth be told, I never quite believed it ever happened to anyone.

We were at a dinner party, 5 couples including Alejandro and his wife and me and my boyfriend and 3 other pairs. Alejandro was seated next to me and when he passed me the bowl of peas, he looked me straight in the eyes and smiled. I knew at that moment I was smitten. When we got to know each other better, Alejandro admitted he had felt the same. It was as if a burst of energy zapped both of us and rendered us helpless to fight it off.

I went outside for a breath of fresh air after dinner, enjoying the crispness of the cool breeze as it gently brushed my hair. I didn’t hear him approach until a hand lightly touched my shoulder. I jumped a bit and he said, “I didn’t mean to startle you. You look so lovely in the moonlight.” I am sure I blushed, but hopefully he didn’t notice in the darkness of the night, with only a shimmering light nearby.

“Thanks,” I managed to reply. Alejandro’s slightly greyish hair looked distinguished, I couldn’t help noticing during dinner. I knew I was older than him, I was 65 and he couldn’t be a day over 50, but that didn’t seem to have any bearing on either of us. I kept myself in good shape, working out at the local gym several times a week. I dyed my hair back to its youthful red color and had always been quite proficient at wearing makeup.

We took a stroll along the pathway adjacent to the patio. The affluent host had many acres of land beautifully landscaped. We got to know each other better as we walked. Alejandro was a police chief; he planned to retire in the next few years. He and his wife had a good marriage early on, blessed with 2 children, one son and one daughter and a dog. The picture perfect family or so it seemed.

Candace, his wife, was too devoted to their kids. It always seemed to end up that she had to take sides, her kids or her husband. Guess who lost out? Alejandro started working later hours and Candace was exhausted from her work as secretary and tending to her kids at night. Sex had been minimal for a long time but he was devoted to his family nonetheless. He had remained faithful despite the little loving he had during their 26 years of marriage.

My story was quite the opposite. I married my husband at a very young age, I was 18 and he was 20. Despite our parent’s protests that we were too young, we lived happily married for 42 years until he died from cancer 5 years earlier. It wasn’t easy to move on or date but my 3 kids encouraged me to do so after I hadn’t dated for years. I met my boyfriend through a mutual friend last year and even though there weren’t sparks like with my deceased husband, I enjoyed the companionship.

Look out for more installments in subsequent posts.

If you want to feel some sparks of excitement, call me.

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THE LOVE DOCTOR - CONCLUSION

2006-01-31T23:06:00.000-05:00

THE LOVE DOCTOR - CONCLUSION

I continued sucking them with tender loving care then turned my attention to his prick. My tongue licked every inch of his cock, from the base of his shaft to the swollen head. One of my hands squeezed his balls while I started sucking on his long pulsating pole. I knew it wouldn’t be long until he burst and when he emptied a huge load of his hot cum into my yielding mouth, I blissfully swallowed all of it. His sticky cum filled me up and I knew I would want to taste him whenever I could.

I got off of Dean and together we snuggled on his queen-sized bed, working around his limited flexibility. We fell asleep and when we both woke up, we reached out for another passionate kiss. Still hot for each other, I rubbed his limp manhood that didn’t take long to regain its full stature. He managed to finger my cunt, which heightened my desires. Putting his soaked fingers to my lips, I tasted my juices then he did.

Moving my dripping pussy over his throbbing prick, I easily mounted him. I loved the feel of Dean’s member deep within me and I rode it slowly, moving up and down as he watched my tits bounce near his face. He reached out to touch my breasts and I bent over as he took one then the other of my firm nipples between his lips.

We were both moaning loudly. My intense climax generously coated his dick just as his cock erupted into my soaked pussy. Further bursts of cum shot out until we were both satiated. I spread my cunt over his face to taste our mixed juices as I leaned over to his cock, in my favorite 69 position, to lick his hot instrument clean with my tongue. From that night on, we slept in that bed together, making love whenever we could.

Dean was beginning to lose hope that he would get the feeling back in his legs. I was worried too but I didn’t let on. I had started a new routine of massaging his legs daily to keep the blood flowing. I wasn’t sure it would help but I knew it couldn’t hurt.

One day, during an amazing lovemaking session, I wasn’t thinking straight. He had just finished drinking up our juices and I had licked up his cum soaked prick. I got off the bed and went to his feet. I began licking them and sucking on his toes. I wanted my tongue and mouth to experience every part of him. “Hey you’re tickling me,” Dean laughed.

“Sorry Dean,” I replied, when the weight of what had just happened hit home. Dean felt my tongue, he actually FELT me tickle him. We both wept, tears streaming down our faces. I went over to him and we kissed with overwhelming emotions, swept up in the knowledge that he would be whole again. To me he always was.

With time and therapy, Dean regained full use of his legs. Standing by the altar at our wedding months later, I soon joined him to say our vows. No couple was ever happier.

When the minister pronounced, “What God hath joined together, let no man put asunder.” in front of Dean’s children and the rest of our families and friends, we knew nobody would or could ever separate us.

Let me know what you thought of my story. It made me cry when I wrote it, I must admit. On the bright side it showed that good things can happen. Hope you call me and tell me your opinion. Besides that, let's have some phone funnnnnnnnnn.

Angel
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THE LOVE DOCTOR - PART 3

2006-01-28T18:53:00.000-05:00

THE LOVE DOCTOR - PART 3

“It’s me, Erica,” I answered. I saw a smile on his face for a second before a worried look crossed over it. “Ann told me what happened Dean. I came as soon as I heard.”

“She shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t want you to see me like this. I may never walk again. You better go. Sorry you made the trip for nothing,” Dean said. “Please leave.” I started walking but instead of to the door, I walked to where he lay.

“I’m not going anywhere. I care about you Dean and whether you walk again or not, doesn’t change that.” I took his hand in mine and I could tell he was choked up by my words. “By the way, my real name is Elaine. Nice to meet you Dean.” and with that we both laughed.

I was able to do my work using Dean’s computer. During the day, I set some time aside for my column but made sure that Dean was well cared for. His daughter returned to her job despite her protests that I didn’t have to put myself out. I insisted that her dad was in good hands with either of us but that I wanted to care for him.

Dean and I got to know each other better. As the weeks passed by, Dean grew stronger but he still couldn’t walk. He had no feelings from his lower legs down.

Leaning over to put some food on his bed tray one morning, he reached for me and we shared our first kiss. Our tongues danced together as our hunger for each other intensified. “I love you Elaine,” Dean said, after we pulled apart.

Finally hearing him say the words I hoped he would one day tell me, filled the void in my heart. “I love you too,” I replied. We kissed again, with the urgency of two people in love who wanted to explore each other’s bodies.

“I can’t show you how much I love you Elaine. I wish I could but……” I silenced him the best way I could think of. Gently I lifted myself on his bed and straddled my bushy red-haired pussy over his face. Bending over to his cock, which hadn’t lost any sensations, my hands began softly stroking it.

“Eat my pussy my love. Please eat me now,” I begged. Stretching out his tongue into my hungry cunt, he twirled it, giving me stirrings I had never felt from the sex I had with others. This was what lovemaking was as opposed to sex. I never understood that before. It wasn’t that his technique was unique though it certainly felt wonderful. What made it different was the love we shared. Every gentle lick of my pussy, every stroke of his throbbing prick, had a special warmth to it.

Lapping up my pussy juices from my gushing slit, made Dean moan. He had missed the taste of a woman and as he smelled my aroma, he quenched his thirst by drinking every bit of my outpouring. My body shuddered as I had orgasm after orgasm in rapid succession. I screamed out as my cum kept shooting into his hungry mouth.

My wet tongue massaged his balls; they were ripe for its touch. “Oh honey. MMMMMMM,” Dean moaned. I continued to lick his balls while stroking his shaft. I opened my mouth to take his heavy balls in. Sucking them deeply, Dean said “OMG Elaine. That feels soooooooo good.”

Read the conclusion to my story next time. In the meantime, if you want YOUR balls taken care of, call me for some hot phone fun.

Angel
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THE LOVE DOCTOR - PART 2

2006-01-24T13:26:00.000-05:00

And so it continues...

THE LOVE DOCTOR - PART 2

I didn’t post any of Dean’s messages after that first one; I let him know that whatever he told me after the initial e-mail would not go public. The formality of our salutations to each other belied the closeness I felt for him as time went on. It was just our ritual and so it continued.

He encouraged me to talk about myself, which I did to a degree. I didn’t let on how he had affected me and how much I looked forward to his e-mails.

I confided in him how many men had hurt me since I had a tendency to fall for men who were looking for sex only. Married men I had affairs with gave me a safety net. I knew they were attached so I didn’t fall deeply in love with them. This defense mechanism saved me from further pain.

As my feelings for Dean deepened, I found the strength to stop seeing those men and in fact was concentrating on my work. Hearing he found someone he liked saddened me. I knew I should be happy for him and I was but there was the longing inside me to be with him.

I expected to hear back from Dean, even if it was a goodbye note; I grew upset that he didn’t reply as the days went by. Thinking he was too busy with the new lady in his life to write me, I tried unsuccessfully to block him from my mind. Three months passed without a word. Then one day I received a new message from Dean_from_Detroit. Nervously I started reading it.

“Dear Erica:” it began. “This is Ann, Dean’s daughter. I hope I am doing the right thing by writing you but my dad had a car accident May 11. He was in the hospital and just got released a few weeks ago. Erica, my dad told us about you. He told us he was going to let you know how he felt, right before the accident. Now he doesn’t want you to know since he is unsure if he will walk again.”

May 11 was the day I wrote him the e-mail, I remembered. “Give me his address. I will be there later today,” I told Ann. As I drove to Detroit from Chicago where I resided, I thought about Dean and how attracted I was to the picture that he forwarded me. I realized though that what made him most appealing was how wonderful a man he is. I knew that no matter what the accident did to his face or body, it wouldn’t make a difference in how I felt about him.

I rang the bell to his house and his daughter Ann introduced herself. She let me know that he was upstairs in his bedroom and led me to him. She told me to wait outside and then she walked in and spoke to him. “There’s someone here to see you,” Ann told him, not giving him the chance to respond.

Ann left the room and I stepped in. Seeing him lying on the bed, he looked tired and a bit scarred but still handsome. “Who are you?” Dean asked me.

Remember to come back again for the next installment of my story. Feedback is welcome. Give me a call and let me know if you are enjoying it.

Angel

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THE LOVE DOCTOR - PART 1

2006-01-23T02:55:00.000-05:00

I thought it might be time to share an erotic story I wrote, with Valentine's Day fast approaching. As before I will post it in installments. Let me know what you think. Here goes:

THE LOVE DOCTOR - PART 1

After I opened up Outlook Express on my computer, I quickly scanned the inbox to see if there was a message from Dean_from_Detroit. My heart pounded rapidly as I saw he wrote me again. “Dear Erica:” it began; Erica was the alias I used for my job as an online advice columnist. “I am starting to feel something for a woman, Erica. How should I approach her?”

“Dear Dean_from_Detroit:” I replied. “Good luck. Just tell her how you feel. I hope things work out for both of you. Keep in touch.” Little did he know that my eyes teared as I typed those words.

Dean was a widower who first wrote me about 6 months ago. His grieving for his deceased wife, who died after valiantly fighting a long illness, was making it hard for him to date. His 2 grown children felt that since it had been 2 years since their mother died, it was time for him to find love again. At the very least, they wanted him to have some joy brought back into his life.

When Dean first wrote me, it was at their prodding. His kids felt he needed encouragement so they urged him to contact me, Erica, “The Love Doctor” after finding out about me from my ads. I had a PhD. in Psychology and after many years of treating patients, I found the internet was a great way to reach a larger audience.

The first e-mail he sent me touched me in a way few others had. His words of love for the wife he missed so terribly but could never have back, his feelings of guilt for contemplating moving on with his life without her.

He explained how he gave up working as a photographer for a major newspaper, traveling constantly all over the globe covering high profile events, to tend to his then-ailing wife. He opened up a photography studio so he could be there for her. They were high school sweethearts and they married young, he was 21 and she was 20. They were married for 26 years and a part of him died with her; he held her in his arms as she drew her last breath.

I sent him my pat answer that life has to go on; that response was posted on my column’s site. What I didn’t expect was Dean to continue corresponding with me. Maintaining my professional distance in my replies, deep down my interest in Dean developed slowly but steadily. I encouraged him to get things off his chest; in time he started telling me more intimate details of the life he had shared with her.

Sexually they were conservative. He had been with some women prior to their being together but hadn’t sowed his wild oats that much. She did go down on him on rare occasions but it wasn’t something she really enjoyed doing. Her soft lips on his growing cock and the way she licked and sucked his balls, gave him immense pleasure. Sadly, it was a chore to her.

He liked licking her wet pussy when she let him. During those times, her legs opened wide and he would lick up and down her moist slit. He watched her face reacting. She would moan and he would probe further inside her while she squirmed. She seemed embarrassed by how intense her orgasms were as she came all over his face. Her wild shaking and loss of control was something that made her uncomfortable.

Stay tuned for the next part. I encourage feedback once the entire story has been posted. Anyone have any personal stories they would like to share, feel free to make comments here or during a phone call with me. Stimulating conversation can be just as enjoyable as sex. Did I just write that? lol Seriously though, intelligent men turn me on. Hope to hear from you!!!

Angel
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I'M PROUD TO BE A MILF

2006-01-05T22:34:00.000-05:00

What is a MILF? There seems to be confusion about the acronym which stands for Mothers I'd Like To Fuck. Taken literally, if you have no kids, you can't be a MILF. By the same token, if you are 18 and had a kid, guess what? You are now a MILF.

Well I did a survey of sorts and you know what I found out? Men DON'T care if you had kids or not. To them a MILF isn't 18 either. MILFs are women like me so I've been told. We are hot, desirable, MATURE women of experience that younger guys want to fuck. Pardon the self praise. So, I celebrate being a MILF. I welcome the younger guys that find me a sexy babe. Why not?

If you want phone sex with a redheaded BBW MILF, call me, Angel. I will teach you boys the lessons you won't learn in school.

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IT IS THE BEST OF TIMES, IT IS THE WORST OF TIMES.

2005-12-24T00:47:00.000-05:00

I can't believe another year is ending. Seems the years go by so quickly. When I was younger, they seemed to pass so slowly. Oh well.

The holiday season can be the happiest time or the loneliest. Depending on what's happening in my life, it has been both extremes. So far, I am feeling kind of lonely. I date but for some reason it depresses me that there isn't THE ONE special guy in my life. I decided I would stay home and take calls from men who want hot phone sex or guys that just want someone to talk to so we could both be alone together.

So,whether you are feeling wonderful or a bit sad, call me and together we'll have some pleasure during this holiday season.

Merry Christmas/Happy Chanukah and my warmest wishes for a prosperous and healthy New Year!

Angel
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HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

2005-11-24T18:15:00.000-05:00

Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate it. I have been amazed at how many people don't realize Canadians celebrate Thanksgiving in Oct. Someone asked me why we have it earlier and I have no idea. Anybody want to call me so next year I will be the expert??? If you don't know the answer, why not call me anyhow? lol

Angel
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RAPE: FANTASY OR REALITY?

2005-11-09T14:00:00.000-05:00

RAPE, not a subject to be taken lightly. Yesterday I had my first and last rape call, at least I won't do any more that involves raping someone else. I had been told I may get such callers but I had falsely assumed they would want to fantasize about it happening to me. Since I have fantasies about being raped, one that is shared by most women, I felt it would be fine. My theory was since he can't reach me, nobody would be in danger. It was only later I found out the guy who called, wanted us to play out scenarios raping others including an ex girlfriend and a young girl.

Do I want to find out later that he actually raped them and I could have prevented it? NO. I handled that call as I felt was appropriate both before and after it ended BUT I don't want to be in this position again. Some of the women at PHONESEXMANIA do rape calls and they are fine with it. Each girl has the right to decide if they are comfortable.

I would like to add that I have nothing against ANY fantasies. It is just that in the case of rape against specific others (not me) how could I be sure he doesn't intend to really go out and do it? I personally don't want to take that chance.

I would like feedback on this issue. Tell me what your opinions are.

Angel
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BABE IN TOYLAND

2005-10-26T12:12:00.000-04:00

Do you like sex toys? Well I LOVVVVVVE them. I have my 10 speed vibrating egg, my 10 inch dildo, mini-tongue and more. When I use them on or in my pussy, they give me that extra stimulation that adds, not detracts, from sexual enjoyment with a lover.

Some men are threatened by these toys. They feel like they are inadequate if I want to use a toy. That is silly guys, sorry but it is. If there is a toy that makes a tongue move at speeds a human can't possibly keep up to, why not use it? I wouldn't mind if you had one that licks your cock. In fact, I did try my egg on a couple of men that wanted to experience it. They said they liked when I put it on their balls or in their holes but both said they preferred my tongue. Well ok, it was nice and surprising that both men said the same thing. I do enjoy sucking and licking cocks.

The point though is, I actually enjoyed using it on them and feeling them react to the extra stimulation they were getting. So men, next time your gf or wife or date says they would like to use a toy, get them one or use one on them and ENJOY hearing their moans of pleasure. It isn't about what you aren't providing for them. It is the EXTRA stimulation their toys could give them that will enhance your sexual encounter. It will make them want you more.

If anyone wants to increase MY sexual pleasure, go to http://www.arentwenaughty.com/detail.asp?product_id=9410 and buy me the Eclipse Omega Vibe. Send it to ANGEL, address is at PHONESEXMANIA. To reward you, I will use it when you call me.

Until next time guys, have fun. I hope to hear from you soon.

Angel
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TWO COCKS ARE BETTER THAN ONE

2005-10-16T20:00:00.000-04:00

Guys, have you ever thought about sucking a cock or having your prick devoured by another man? What about having a male fuck your ass or you fucking his? If you have had any of those fantasies, you are not alone and you're very normal. Just like most women have fantasies about licking another woman's pussy or having her cunt eaten by a female, men often imagine same-sex scenarios that excite them. I discuss that during phone sex with some guys and in fact I find it very arousing.

I hope you tell me what YOU have been fantasizing about. I'd love to hear it.

Angel
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BE GOOD TO YOURSELF

2005-10-12T11:03:00.000-04:00

I have really been enjoying my job. What's not to like? I hear men's fantasies or they hear mine. I get to pleasure them with my wet tongue and feel their pricks go inside my mouth etc. They get to hear me moaning when they excite me and I get to hear them cum. Can YOU say that you love your job? Do YOU look forward to finding out what the day will bring (in my case night too)? Sadly most people don't have fun at work. I am one of the lucky ones.

YOU work hard and you deserve something that makes you feel good. Take a nice soothing bath or treat yourself to a nice dinner out or call me, Angel, and I will give you a massage like you've never had before. You'll sleep like a baby afterwards, so relaxed.

Hope to get a chance to pamper you soon.

Angel
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HOT NIGHT WITH MY SON'S FRIEND ALEX - CONCLUSION

2005-10-06T14:27:00.000-04:00

Read the conclusion of my story, if you want to know how it ends:

HOT NIGHT WITH MY SON'S FRIEND ALEX - CONCLUSION

Moving his tongue up my body, I finally got to have it deep in my mouth. He swirled it inside and the feel of our tongues dancing together and our juices mixing was exhilarating. This was the point where I knew I would get to watch him sleep while I yearned for more… or so I thought.

Alex instead got off the couch and pulled me towards him. “Lean over and spread your legs Baby” he said while motioning me to the edge of one side. I did as he asked, hungry for more chances to have his immense prick inside me. I was insatiable and he knew it.

My firm round ass facing him, he stuck a finger inside my asshole after lubricating it with my pussy juices. I rubbed my clit hard as he opened my ass up more to get it ready to accept the enormity of what was to come. He gently pushed his cock into my anus while I screamed out by the pleasure and small amount of pain it caused. “Fill me up. Give it to me. Give me your big cock NOW.” I heard myself shout out as he rammed more inches than I had ever thought my tight asshole could accomodate.

“Oh God, fuck me harder, faster.” I pleaded. Alex didn’t need coaxing. He held onto my ass cheeks and he pushed in and out of me, grunting audibly. When his sperm shot inside me I realized he hadn’t put on a condom but it felt soooooooooo good, I didn’t care. Never had a man made me feel so complete, so fulfilled. I shuddered and came yet again and my legs were drenched from the night’s activities.

Reality sunk in as we lay in each other’s arms. Reluctantly I said that Alex should leave so that we wouldn’t get caught by my returning son. “Yes Mrs. Sommers” he said, this time winking at me. He put on his jeans and I was sorry to see his cock slip away from view. Moments later he was gone but the memories would linger on.

The next morning at breakfast, my son asked me if Alex had come over the previous night. “Yes, Alex came.” I replied. Many times over, I thought to myself.

Let me know if you enjoyed my story. Call me at 1-877-857-8837.

Angel

HOT NIGHT WITH MY SON'S FRIEND ALEX - PART 4

2005-10-02T14:44:00.000-04:00

Hope you have been enjoying this story. If you haven't, well you won't like today's post so come back and check me out another time. For those who have been reading it, CALL me to let me know. Oh yes, now what was Alex up to last? He was about to....

HOT NIGHT WITH MY SON'S FRIEND ALEX - PART 4

Swiftly he removed his jeans and briefs, moved his 19-year-old cock into position and grabbed a rubber from his pocket, covering his penis with it. I was impressed that despite his young age he was mature enough to be responsible. I didn’t have long to think about it as I quickly felt his dick entering my wanting cunt. He held up my legs to get in deeper and I looked at his black cock moving in and out of my very fair skinned pussy. The redhair on my mound added to the visual delight.

His thrusts were powerful and each left me wanting for more. His enthralled face looking at me during his movements in and out of my hot wet pussy, heightened my arousal. When our bursts of ecstasy exploded, his condom was the lucky recipient of his outpouring. I covered his safe prick with my sweet nectar.

He pulled out of my juicy cunt and spilled the contents of his protection all over my ripe tits. His warm tongue generously licked my upright left nipple while I eagerly used my mouth to suck my firm right nipple, all the while tasting the gift he had left me.

Speaking of gifts........... well, a gift certificate sent to redheaded_angel_4u@yahoo.ca from www.webcertificate.com would be nice. lol What would be even nicer would be to hear from you guys. Feedback is important to an author. Good or bad, tell me what you think.

Until next installment,

Angel
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HOT NIGHT WITH MY SON'S FRIEND ALEX - PART 3

2005-09-30T11:50:00.000-04:00

Want to find out how Alex pleased her? Read on.

HOT NIGHT WITH MY SON'S FRIEND ALEX - PART 3

He slowly unbuttoned my low cut blouse, helped remove it from my body and flung it to the floor. Unhooking my bra, he kissed my exposed tits, one at a time. The heap piled up on the ground.

I gently rubbed his cock with my left high heel as he stood in front of me. He removed my left high heel and began massaging my left foot, then the same to the right shoe and foot. His hands slowly moved up my shimmering willowy legs. Upon reaching just below my waist, he peeled my nylons off.

Putting my big toe in his mouth he began gently sucking on it and then licked between each toe. I softly moaned . My black lacy thong along with my short red frilly skirt was all that remained on my body. He didn’t let them get in the way of what he wanted, what we BOTH wanted him to do.

He squatted on his knees and opened my legs wide, lifting my skirt and moving my thong to the side with his fingers. As his tongue licked up and down my wet slit, he slipped in a finger and then a second into my hole. I could feel another orgasm building up. His nose smelled my aroma and he sucked on my swollen clit until I lost control.

His face got soaked with my pussy juices and he lapped it up like a happy puppy, with his prick springing to life once again in lieu of a wagging tail. He helped take off my wet thong, licking my fresh nectar that was on it. My skirt was removed with little effort and he was set for action.

If you're ready for some phone action, see my webpage at PHONESEXMANIA and call me at 1-877-857-8837.

Angel

HOT NIGHT WITH MY SON'S FRIEND ALEX - PART 2

2005-09-27T12:31:00.000-04:00

And so it continues. Read part 1 of my story, if you haven't already.

HOT NIGHT WITH MY SON'S FRIEND ALEX - PART 2

With a wide grin on his face, Alex responded “Mind if I come in, Mrs. Sommers”. Embarrassed I let him in and closed the door shut behind him. He took my hand and placed it back on his aroused cock. Falling to my knees, I looked at his uncircumcised dark instrument that had to be a good 10 inches long and thick. I could feel my pussy moisten and my hunger for having his cock in my mouth build.

“Suck me baby” Alex moaned as I stroked his hardening prick. My wet tongue licked every inch of his shaft, more fervently than usual. I ached to devour his black dick. When my lips finally covered his erect throbbing cock, my head began bobbing up and down while I looked up at his piercing dark eyes.

Alex moaned and shot his huge load into my mouth. His hot sticky cum went down my throat, some dripped down my chin. I couldn’t believe it but I came at that very moment. I could feel my release dripping down my pantyhose covered legs. I had never orgasmed before just from sucking a man.

Alex suddenly moved my mouth away from his hot rod and lifted me from the floor. My tongue reached out and licked as much of his cum as it could. He tasted wonderful. Alex carried me over to the sectional sofa and lay me down on its soft inviting leather. It was his turn to pleasure me and he didn’t waste any time.

Want to know how Alex pleasured me, oops her? Stay tuned.

If you want to know how I could pleasure YOU, check me out at PHONESEXMANIA and call me at 1-877-857-8837.

Angel

HOT NIGHT WITH MY SON'S FRIEND ALEX - PART 1

2005-09-25T02:20:00.000-04:00

I have had writer's block for the past 5 months. Strange, especially since I am not a writer. lol Seriously though, the other day I had an idea so I wrote a new story. I thought it would be fun to post some of it here and continue it in later blogs. Hope you enjoy it. Comments welcome. Here it is:

HOT NIGHT WITH MY SON'S FRIEND ALEX

My son used to bring Alex over to our house when he was younger. Even at 14 years old, his toothy grin and cheerful disposition made everyone around him feel good. We passed each other in the hall during his sleepovers at our house and when I made breakfast for all the kids the next morning, I used to wink at him when he smiled at me. As the years passed, I saw less of Alex. My son made friends with other kids in the new neighbourhood after we moved to a nearby town.

After my divorce, I had dated quite a few guys but I found that none my age could fully satisfy my unyielding unquenchable lust. I was 47-years-old, a redhead with 40DD tits and a nice round ass that men loved to fuck. The problem was they came during our encounters and fell asleep. I was ready to go at it again and instead had to settle for hearing them snore for hours on end afterwards. I thought about having a gangbang but though I hungered for more men, I wasn’t yet ready to make such a leap.

One day, out of the blue, my son told me that Alex would be coming over and dropping off some DVDs. He asked me to answer the door since he would be out for the evening. I said sure.

Alex knocked at the door and after I opened it, I bent down to pick up something that I had in my hand that had fallen to the ground. I could see his eyes staring at my bountiful bosom and his cock bulging, reacting to what his mind had conjured up. I stared at that boyish face that was more handsome than I had remembered. Without thinking, I expertly and fastidiously unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, reached in and grabbed his exquisite black meat.

What will happen next? Stay tuned. Same blog, same author. Wish I had that old Batman music. Oh well.

This is Angel from PHONESEXMANIA
signing off. Call me at 1-877-857-8837 and I will do what she will do to Alex next (oops am I giving it away? lol) only better.

Black IS Beautiful

2005-09-19T12:04:00.000-04:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Yes, today I turned 47. I can't believe it myself. The years are just flying by.

Ever do something spontaneous? Well, I was feeling down in the dumps over my birthday. I get a bit depressed sometimes on THE day. I was speaking to a guy on the phone, not a client, and he said I should come over for a drink to cheer up. Well, off I went. In the middle of the night, no less.

What can I say? He was tall (ok, not really that tall) dark and handsome (that he was, black and cute). He promised he wouldn't touch me and of course he did. When he passionately kissed me, I responded. I am human after all. I finally got to suck on a black cock which I always wanted and boy did I enjoy my lips on his thick black cock. When he finally fucked me hard and fast, I came big time, as did he.

Looking forward to my next birthday!

Cum celebrate with me. 1-877-857-8837.

Angel

A WOMAN FOR ALL SEXES

2005-09-13T18:50:00.000-04:00

Well it FINALLY happened. I had my first WOMAN phone sex client. Want the details? I won't give out her name of course but may be persuaded to tell you how she enjoyed sucking my clit or licking my pussy. That was only a small part of her half hour of sizzling fun with this fiery redhead.

If you want the same personalized attention to every part of YOUR body, Angel is my name and pleasing males/FEMALES is my game. Check me out at PHONESEXMANIA. 1-877-857-8837.

THE MORE THE MERRIER

2005-09-11T13:35:00.000-04:00

GANGBANG, the word itself makes my pussy wet. Images of 10 guys with big cocks all ready for their turns to fuck me, one by one. Two men holding my legs wide apart, holes all filled......

Another favorite fantasy of mine is a wife/gf being satisfied by a huge pricked guy while her husband/bf watches. In fact, if he helps her get undressed to get her ready for the event, all the better.

Fantasies are just that, fantasies. Innocent, well not so innocent, thoughts that excite us, arouse us, get us off. Any harm in them? NO. Whatever fantasies you would like to share with me, I would love to listen and help act them out with you. Nothing is too far fetched.

Call me, Angel, at PHONESEXMANIA. 1-877-857-8837. Your friends are welcome to join us. lol

FROM HEAD TO TOE

2005-08-26T00:36:00.000-04:00

Fetish, definition according to Wordweb: "Excessive or irrational devotion to some activity". Quite a few men have called me with "foot fetishes" and I decided to read up on it. Know what I discovered? Millions of men and yes, even some women, have this fascination with feet.

Think about it, according to this definiton, almost all men have "sex fetishes". Heterosexual men have "breast fetishes" or "pussy fetishes" while gay men have "cock fetishes". Does anyone make fun of a guy for loving tits or pussy? NO.

We should embrace those things that arouse us that makes us different from each other. What a boring world it would be if we all liked the same things. Ok, I must confess I may have a bit of a foot fetish myself. I have licked and sucked some toes in my day. Sometimes I like to give foot massages. SO??? I do these things to pleasure whatever man I am with and I don't regret it one bit. The moans emitted from those who felt my mouth sucking on their toes was clear indication that they loved it. That, and the fact they told me they did. lol

Hope to hear from all you men who appreciate any part of a woman's body, from her head right down to the bottom of her cute toes.

Angel
1-877-857-8837

YOU'LL NEVER FORGET YOUR FIRST TIME

2005-08-22T19:32:00.000-04:00

I was just thinking about a call I had taken yesterday in my job as a Phonesexmania phone sex operator. The guy was almost 60 and he never had phone sex before. He was a bit reluctant to try it but decided to bite the bullet. When he came, he came hard. He was shocked and happy he experienced it. He said he would call again and I have no doubt that he will.

I was honored to be his first and when I heard how much pleasure it was giving him as I licked parts of his body that perhaps hadn't been given its fair share recently, I felt wonderful. Yes I know, he was the one paying so does it matter what I felt? Technically no but when a woman senses the man's pleasure, at least in my case, it makes me want to satisfy him all the more. Like that well known phrase "if you look good, we look good..." for me it's "if you feel good, I feel good".

If you never had phone sex before, try it. You may be surprised by how much excitement it gives you. If you have had it, is it time to have it again? I hope to hear from you soon so we could share an intimate time together.

Call me day or night at 1-877-857-8837.

Angel

SEXIEST VOICE CONTEST

2005-08-13T09:39:00.000-04:00

Just finished rereading my story Gangbang - Women in Heat - Cameraman Perspective and I am horny, horny, horny. Did I say horny? Imagine being the cameraman and watching a woman getting her pussy eaten and fucked by many men as he lusts for her??? Don't just imagine him, BE HIM as you read the story.

Aussies, Brits, Southern gents and guys with all those other great accents, I'm making it official. Starting today, I am holding my first "SEXIEST VOICE" contest. Who knows, a guy without an accent may win. Not likely mate since I am the one and only judge but you never know. Actually, there are some great voices out there with/without accents that really turn me on. The winner will be announced here. I haven't decided how long I will hold the contest so be sure to call as soon as possible. The winner gets ME. OK, not quite, though I will think about what is befitting such a hot man.

Keep those calls coming in guys. A wet pussy is a shame to waste and I want to make you cum hard. 1-877-857-8837.

Angel

IT'S HOT DOWN UNDER

2005-08-02T10:37:00.000-04:00

It has been such a hectic time for me lately. New computer and new monitor. Headaches galore. Glad that is done. Even got a new external hard drive. Talking about hard, I did manage to squeeze in some play time. I see my ex, John, from time to time but not this time. New blood was needed and the guy I met sure delivered the goods. mmmmmmmmmm Just thinking about our hot date makes me horny.

I love the phone sex I have been having with callers from Phonesexmania but I have to admit a weakness for men with accents. When I hear a Brit or Aussie on the line, I get very aroused. Other accents have the same effect. Just the sound of their voices gets me hot and bothered.

Anyhow, that's all for now. Call me at 1-877-857-8837 and if you have one of those wonderful accents, get ready to hear a lady moan, loudly. I just can't help myself.

Angel

ANGEL NEEDS YOU

2005-07-17T13:27:00.000-04:00

Boy have I been having a hard time lately. My computer died. The bios isn't recognizing my dvd or cd burner so I can't reboot it. I was told to open it up and check my connections but I can't get the casing off. Oh, I wish I had a strong man around.

Yesterday I was soooooooooo horny it was unbelievable. Some hot phone sex helped but wasn't enough. I reached for my vibrating 10 speed egg. That was good but not enough to satisfy my sexual appetite. Then I used my 10 inch vibrating dildo and it helped but there are times only a real cock will do in my hot wet pussy. I wanted to feel a hot prick inside me, thrusting in and out over and over again. I wanted hot sticky cum filling me up and I wanted mmmmmmmmmm ok I guess I am still horny today. Help me out guys. Call me at 1-877-857-8837.

Until next time.

Angel

AFTERNOON DELIGHT

2005-07-07T13:57:00.000-04:00

Another day in the life of a phone sex operator. Making men cum. Hard job but someone has to do it. lol

My ex bf, John, called me earlier today. I read him my story called Dominique's Novel Approach and boy did he cum hard. For those of you interested in purchasing it, be prepared, it is hot: Dominique and her assistant Angelica, give Dominique's fans a reading of her new erotic story, one they will never forget.

http://www.niteflirt.com/Mail/Action.aspx?mailId=4151&cd=fPEjhopwKNPvkJd4yNultg%3d%3d

Even though we are no longer a couple, John and I get together every now and then for some sexual encounters. That is, when I can fit him into my very tight schedule. Speaking about tight, my wet tight pussy could sure use some action soon. I have been so busy talking about sex that I forgot to have some. lol

I would like to hear more fantasies guys. Check out my webpage:

http://www.phonesexmania.com/girlspages/angel.htm

Call me at 1-877-857-8837 so I could make you explode.

Angel

REACH OUT AND TOUCH YOURSELF

2005-07-04T16:16:00.000-04:00

I had been sitting here all day soooooo horny, waiting for the phone to ring. Started surfing and came across some porn that I just HAD to watch. Short ones with hot mature women and younger men. Wonder why that would turn me on so much. lol

Next thing you know, I was on my bed imagining one (Ok, 2) of those young studs doing it with me, when wouldn't you know it? The phone rings. Here I am, vibrating 10 speed egg in one hand, controller in the other. Rubbed it all along my pussy. Started at speed 4 and worked up to 10. MMMMMMMMMM I was feeling reallllllllllly good. Then that damn phone rang.

I got up to get it, thankful that at least a call for my services was forthcoming when................. it was a telephone company asking if I wanted to switch services.

Wish I was living in the US. I wouldn't have been called on July 4th. lol Oh well, Happy July 4th to all the readers in the US. For all of you readers dying to know, YES I finished what I started. I came hard.

For those of you wanting that same result, call me at 1-877-857-8837. Bye for now!

WHET APPETITES

2005-07-03T17:40:00.000-04:00

I write erotic stories and I just made one of them available for purchase. The title is Whet Appetites Of Virtual Strangers: Lucky woman gets her pussy licked under a restaurant booth and sizzling hot group sex with 3 gorgeous men in the washroom.

http://www.niteflirt.com/Mail/Action.aspx?mailId=3932&cd=Ik3EHctSa0D%2bN7%2ftMz7rCA%3d%3d

Hope you enjoy reading it. The others will be up shortly.

I am hot and horny. Hope to hear from someone soon. Rubbing my pussy now. MMMMMMMMMM feels nice and wet.

Reach me at: http://www.phonesexmania.com/girlspages/angel.htm

MY FIRST BLOG

2005-06-26T23:15:00.000-04:00

Let's see. There was my first kiss, my first love, and now my first blog. lol

I have been really lucky to join the Phonesexmania team. Cassie and the other women here, have been welcoming and wonderful. With their help, I hope to become a valuable member of the group.

I have always loved having phone sex and I look forward to speaking to men of diverse backgrounds and cultures. It should be an interesting experience.

Hope to be hearing your fantasies soon. Contact me at http://www.phonesexmania.com/girlspages/angel.htm so we could have some fun. Bye for now!