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Frivolity: An Angie & Ella Weblog
by Angie & Ella & Guests
Angie & Ella and their friends share
excerpts from emails, silliness for its own sake, assorted rants
and raves, idle whirls of thought; they trade gossip, advertise
preferences, proffer advice, praise and chide and tease. Angie &
Ella are second year associates at a midtown Manhattan law firm.
Updated randomly.
Lyric/Narrative
Poetry
Phytophilia
by Paul Stevens
"I
feel it rising in my sap -- / a hot and heady power, / the urge
to be the force that through / the green fuse drives the flower."
The
Scrolling of the Letters in Your Name
by Kimberly Duncan
"They say the devil planted one foot in me.
/ They say with demons I have been possessed. / They say that Lucifer
is my new suitor / And I succumb again to your caress."
Peccadilloes
by
Paul Stevens
"'What
lusts and cravings thrill the female mind / that I can write a sonnet
from?' he asks; / 'Can I compose a woman, whose behind / is pumped
chock full of phallus, till she basks..."
Aimee
Undressing
by Robert Scott Leyse
"Aimee knows
how to dress, and it's for undressing -- / To see the engaging sight's
truly a blessing: / First, she squirms free of her fur -- a movement
replete / With abundant smiling pauses, teasingly sweet."
Two
Sisters
by Brent Futo
"I
came across two sisters, / Their names were Day and Night. / The
one it seems was wholly wrong, / The other holy right."
Judy's
Joy Locket
by Robert
Scott Leyse
"Judy was bored at work, staring
at the wall, / Ready to scamper screaming down the hall; / But now
she's quite content: why is that? / Seems she's pinkie-probing her
pussy cat."
We
Are
Sexual Beings by Nature
by
Michael Battram
"A passing glance, a New Year’s kiss, / Becomes
a lurid incident, / A turning point, a fall from grace"
As
Long as She's a Bitch!
by
Robert Scott Leyse
"I'm not over finicky, am easy
to please – / Capable of falling for a wide range of tease.
/ Only one condition I count, one little hitch: / A girl's got to
be a strife sowing bitch!"
Tasting You
by Brent Futo
"Your pulse is my passion, / Your passion,
my pleasure. / My tongue will engorge your / Sweet clitoral treasure."
Serenity
Via Strife (Missy's Love)
by Robert Scott
Leyse
"My
understanding blurs and sight dissolves; / About Missy's behind
the room revolves: / Where's the ceiling? Where are the walls? /
I'm lapping with tongue, making wildcat calls!"
Roman
Emperors & Empresses
Romans
Homepage
Reviews
A
Review of the Anthology
"Best Lesbian Erotica 2004"
by Lisabet Sarai
"Much
of this collection, though, seems to focus almost exclusively on
the physical. I also found it surprising (though I suspect that
this reveals my ignorance of lesbian sexual conventions) how many
of the encounters seemed to play out stereotyped straight scenarios:
butches fucking femmes with strap-ons, femmes giving blow jobs to
silicon cocks, deeper and harder and rougher is better..."
Dangerous
Liason:
A Review
of the Novel "3"
by
Lisabet Sarai
"This is no ordinary love; it is diabolical
and all-consuming. Nor is the sex in '3' of the ordinary variety.
An edginess pervades the sex scenes, even the most vanilla. The
characters are constantly pushing boundaries, and pleasure is always
tainted: by fear, by shame, by insecurity."
A
Review of the Novel "3"
by Kristine Hawes
"This is no mere chronicle about three people fucking
and living happily ever after. Truthfully, it's not a book I would
even classify as typical erotica. While "3" is about sex
and sexual acts, it is a complex story about how obsessions can
become so binding as to choke out the life of their givers. This
book is a dark look at the emotional and mental workings of fetish,
desire, and codependency."
Discovering
Desire: A Review of the Film "Friday Night"
by Lisabet Sarai
"'Friday Night' is simple and true. This is a slice
of Paris life. The director makes it clear that Jean and Laure are
ordinary people, caught for a moment, a night, in something extraordinary..."
Hightower's
Antics
1)
Sextasy in the Cathedral
(I)
"At
length I found myself facing a life-sized marble statue of an attractive
female Saint: she was on her back on the ground, arms and legs flung
out at her sides, wavy hair streaming in every direction; her head
was tossed back, her eyes were half closed, an expression of rapture
suffused her face. The beauty of her face, slender symmetry of her
body, commenced to have an effect on me..."
2)
Sextasy in the Cathedral
(II)
"I
shoved myself harder against her and her body eagerly returned the
pressure, insistently quivered; a rapid series of deep sigh-like
breaths continued to pass in and out of her mouth; her sable coat
-- as if by magic -- slid backwards, revealing the full length of
her left thigh; in another moment I was kneading its soft nakedness
(she wasn't wearing stockings) with both hands and her coat was
flung over all, a concealing veil."
3)
Kinky Kicks on Company Time
(I)
"Where
have I not had sex at the firm? and what sexual practices have I
failed to indulge in at the firm? and when have I not been able
to laugh at conceited disciplinary idiots at the firm, on account
of all the fun I was having in the immediate vicinity? That incomparably
cute full-figured Catholic girl first comes to mind -- so sexily
clothed in a conservative manner -- cashmere turtleneck sweaters,
pleated skirts of a respectable length, everything stylish but simple..."
4)
Kinky Kicks on Company Time
(II)
"Yes,
a steady buildup of anticipation -- impatient desire -- followed
by the consummation of it! The inner dips and rolls, awashings of
the soul! The Catholic lovely and I became connoisseurs of the difference
between hunger and the surrender to it; we invented a diversion,
which we labeled The Sharp Contrast Game."
5)
Kinky
Kicks on Company Time (III), or Cubicles and the Cutsie Club
"Listen:
in any workplace there are unhappy, depressed, stupid people whose
only pleasure in life is killing the happiness of others, and seeking
to have things run according to the dictates of their dismal personalities;
so you've got to -- I repeat, got to! -- counterbalance their unhealthy
influence by having sex under their noses at work as much as possible!"
Pawtawnee Chronicles
Chronicle
No. 1
Appearance and disposition of Messalina
Saph, businesswoman. "Sir, feel free to reach up and masturbate
the slut: that's what she's paid for!"
Chronicle
No. 2
Reverend Themsley discovers the wilder
side of pleasure. "Give me pink love-flowers, slippery flesh-petals,
moist bushes! Permit me, please, to water those bushes! -- to part
wide the petals, thrust deep with tongue, lap up all the nectar!"
Chronicle
No. 3
Judge
Naughton
begs to differ with the stern pronouncements of his wife.
"Oh, shit! I don't believe it! My death-in-life fun-hating prude
bitch of a wife's on the butcher's front steps! Quick, Chastity,
get down! -- crouch in the ditch, my life depends on it!" |
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Newest
Epigrams
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Old
hat, this trick, Aimee: the affronted toss-back
Of head, stomp down 1st Avenue: I'm not to slack –
Am expected to hurry after, sink to knees,
Regain your regard with profuse apologies.
I have a different approach: I'll call your bluff,
Laugh at your theatrical scamper-away huff,
Hope you won't come calling, bawling, crawling:
Get it, Aimee? I've had more than enough!
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One
strains for a word of sincerity,
A
single sentence framed in clarity;
But
there's only smirking vagueness, smug hints,
Self-referential
mumblings, verbal lint:
Oswhore,
we all know you aim to be dark,
Deep,
mysterious; but you've not a spark
Of
imagination, a single thought
Uncolored
by shallow posing: you're naught
But
the wish, in vain, to know how to feign –
Yes,
a sorry fact: you can't even act!
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Asking
For It by
Beth Friedland
(Short Story)
Bad
Back by
Tom Hathaway
(Short
Story)
Meet
Your Match on Craigslist
--by a Victorious Veteran
by Prof. Barbara Foster
(Short
Story)
Collisions
by
Russell Bittner
(Short Story)
22nd
Frivolity
(On maturity, or the lack thereof.)
by
Angie & Ella & Steven
(Weblog Entry)
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And here's
where the editor indulges in some shameless self-promotion by mentioning
that links to excerpts from his forthcoming Angie & Ella epistolary
novel may be found by clicking: HERE
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Fiction
Asking
For It
by
Beth Friedland
"The
spongy tape and the soft rope are tools of his benevolent cruelty. The
devices and his use of them in specific times serve to keep me sufficiently
restrained without endangering me excessively. I am fully confined, even
with some discomfort smoldering in my limbs, but the danger is minimal,
and the pain insignificant so he can rest without having to monitor my
breathing and safety every moment."
Bad
Back
by
Tom Hathaway
"I had a hard-on almost the whole time I was massaging her. Afterwards,
I had lover's nuts -- my balls would ache and there'd be a cramp at the
base of my cock, the whole thing sore from being hard for so long. I'd
jerk off thinking about mom, what her hidden parts looked like, what it
would be like to be in her. I'd had lots of girls, was what the counselors
and magazines call a "sexually active teen," but I wanted mom
more than any of them."
Collisions
by
Russell Bittner
"She loved the “W” as no one should rightfully love a
subway line. She loved it for its obscurity and for the sound of its name.
Most of all, she loved it for its possibilities. The “W” was
long-haul – like a Mack or a Maersk, cross-country or trans-oceanic.
The long-hauls had the time and patience to get into a rhythm –
to settle down onto the tracks or into the waves and go the distance.
With time, patience and distance, there was always the possibility of
romance, and she lived daily in that hope."
Meet
Your Match on Craigslist--by a Victorious Veteran
by Prof. Barbara
Foster
"Eager beavers from twenty to seventy responded to the ad I posted
for an “attractive, mature, sophisticated man unafraid to show his
feelings in a long term relationship with potential for growth on both
sides.” Since the majority of my in the flesh meetings with wannabe
lovers had headed south, imagine my delight when age appropriate Desmond
materialized."
Alert
by
Laurence Klavan
"Was he kidding, this kid? He didn’t seem to be—and he
wasn’t flirting, either, not in the usual way, which is what Allie
had figured at first. A weak wind made her belly feel cool and she remembered
that her shirt was sweated through, he could clearly see the flower pattern
on her bra; but the boy didn’t look there, didn’t direct one
guilty glance, engaged her eyes the whole time, which was a first since
she was fifteen with men and boys of any age."
Nervous
by Amelia Beamer
"The silence lasted only a moment. Long enough. She wished she’d
had one more drink at the bar. That she was a little thinner or funnier.
That this didn’t mean as much as it did. She wanted him still, wondered
if she should make the first move. How delicate this moment was, she thought.
How easily the tenderness might boil away."
Laela
by Roger Bonner
"Marriage and domesticity with its concessions and petty squabbles
had never held much appeal for him. He preferred a carefree life with
the thrill of acquiring a fresh lover at least once or twice a year. However,
this was at a price. The wooing and bedding of a new woman had become
more arduous, not to mention the dumping process. His relationships always
ended hysterically, with the women shedding copious tears or even physically
attacking him, like Ginger."
Batman's
Cabin
by Sarah Elmendorf
"Guts likes slim whores with long straight hair, any color, and the
ability to balance a checkbook. Right now he's seeing an elementary school
teacher named Jeanette. She likes cheap cigarettes, Portuguese fados,
and the Beastie Boys. She sings country western karaoke, and wears stud
seed pearl earrings, tiny horn rim glasses, and pink satin girl boxers
that peek out of the waistband of her Levi's when she's bent over picking
up kid toys or scouring the ring out of the bathtub."
Chocolate
Girl
by Sam Jayne
"Despite her love of candy, she somehow maintained a perfect figure;
slim but still shapely. Her breasts bulged in the confinements of her
black T-Shirt, which sported the cheeky slogan, “Bite Me!”,
emblazoned across her chest in pink lettering. She was in her mid twenties,
enigmatic and seemingly wise to the world. I wanted her badly."
Sparklewheel
by Kris Saknussemm
"Then we start to get really hot…touching each other…kissing…and
then we think what it would be like to fuck while on the wheel, flying
around this haunted fairground. You’ve got this flimsy mint julep
dress on with no panties and I’m wearing microfiber cargo pants.
You’re wet and ready. It’s easy for me to pull it out and
slide into you. You can ride me while we speed higher and harder around
and around."
Child’s
Position
by Dawn Ryan
"She was no Lama, I knew that. It wasn’t possible that she
could have reached enlightenment in such a short period of time, and how
does one willfully go from finger-fucking in the bathroom stall of some
dive to meditating under the Boddhi tree? And how does it become a for-profit
enterprise? I hadn’t even spoken to her and I was angry with her
already. A master of what? A healer of what? The magic that had lived
inside of me and kept me believing and hopeful, the image of Lily that
had meant so much to me, The Virgin Mother herself, all her greatness
and glory, was demolished the second I learned that she called herself
a master, a healer, a missionary, a nun."
The
Other Woman
by Ed Aymar and Gwen Wilson
"Thomas knew that he had no reason to be truthful or, for that matter,
to believe anything told to him. For all he knew, Lilac69 was a thirteen-year
old boy from Pennsylvania, a transvestite from Texas, maybe a college
student in Taiwan. Or she could be what she said she was: a 39-year old
Baltimore woman contemplating divorce from a man who had, she was relatively
certain, spent the last year screwing one of their neighbors."
Workplace
Surprise
by
Sarah Elmendorf
"She smelled sick, a poison sick coming from her pores and her breath.
Otis was reminded of the deathbed stink of his younger brother Johnie,
who sold cane liquor from the trunk of his blocked up El Dorado in the
front yard of his his kudzu vined palace in Yoayus, Tennessee. Johnie
drank the liquor, too, plenty of it, and turned sick from it, really sick
because he had contracted hep from all the other stuff he did."
Naked
Physics
by
Kelly Jameson
"I feel aroused as I think of lying across the top of the piano,
getting fucked over the guts and strings of one of the great symbols of
civility, my legs spread ignobly, my body tuned to the physical sensations
of sound and movement, moisture and masculinity. I wonder why I haven’t
done it before, on top of the modern incarnation of the invention of a
man who was a harpsichord maker for a Florentine duke, a man who knew
in the late 1600s and early 1700s, even though he couldn’t yet see
it yet, that there was more to the world of sound than strings that had
to be plucked and coerced to give up their sounds."
Tallulah
Tantrum, or Hot Butter
by
Robert Scott Leyse
"I
thought I was seeking to avoid BratCats, put a stop to the nonstop parade
of feisty felines that raise hell in my apartment? What idiocy! With a
wildcat one needn't worry about dying for some drama: the ocean will cease
to crash breakers on the shoreline before a temperamental cutie will fail
to become an outlet for the forces of primal nature! There's nothing like
a fresh, vibrant, convulsive plunge into the headwaters of an unbalanced
beauty's unleashed discontent!"
White
Hot Lies
by
Matthew Proujansky
"'I'm being stalked by the last man I interviewed. He's scary as
hell. He's been in and out of jail since he was a juvenile, but he never
spent more than three years inside for any one crime. That was for assault.
Then he raped a woman. He was looking at twenty-five years, but she couldn’t
bring herself to testify, and he got off. I know her, and I know what
he did to her. And the way he looks at me I know he wants to do the same
to me.'"
When
Mothers’ Backs Are Turned
by
Chester Jones
"'Not that there’s anything wrong with being seen as a sex
object by your boyfriend,' adds Victoria. 'Quite the contrary, in fact.
It would be a fine state of affairs if he preferred doing the gardening
to watching you undress. There’s only a problem if he only sees
you as a sex object. But I don’t see how we are contributing to
any such attitude. I’d certainly never put up with it in any man
I dated – any more than I’d put up with him not getting an
erection when I take off my bra.'"
Glitter
(Excerpt
from the novel, THE NAKED SHOPPER)
by Karen Moulding
"Corey took off his shoes. I sat on my sofa to do the same and just
as I began to worry about getting us past the ice-breaking part of this
endeavor, Mick sat down right next to me, and put his hand on my neck
in a way that was quite pleasing. I caught my breath and started to open
my mouth to espouse a theory about this moment. Mick clamped his mouth
over mine before I could talk."
Spin
Dry
by Sam Jayne
"Kay, who had been thrown to the kitchen floor, stared at the mess
as she sat in a puddle of soapy water littered with burnt-out wires and
fowl smelling clothes. She sighed angrily at the thought of the expense
which loomed ahead of her. How much did washing machines cost nowadays
anyway? No doubt they came with all the frills - an inbuilt fax machine,
telephone and internet connection. Perhaps she should just buy a high-powered
vibrator instead."
Relics
by Gary Earl Ross
"Newly single at 44, your only son grown, you find yourself pursuing
the bachelorhood you missed by marrying at 19. You are determined to make
up for the abstinence of the final years of your marriage. You’re
still a good-looking man, with a body toned from years of sublimating
unspent sexual energy into jogging and exercise. With a solid career and
no one to support but yourself, you’re glad you had a vasectomy."
The
Podiaphile
by M. Thomas Gammarino
"I entered this business on a quest to locate the perfect pair: feet
like butter rolls, golden and glossy, not too soft nor too tough, youthful
though mature, darling but by no means precious, unblemished, clipped,
not a hair to speak of, sleek but full, pink heel, toes whose lengths
make sense with respect to one another, arches elegant and neither too
steep nor too flat, feet that bespeak a certain innocence and sensuality
at once[...]"
Soho
Surprise
by Gary Beck
"Donna was getting slightly upset and started to ask what was happening,
when the door opened on a totally dark room. Unseen attendants took them
by the arm and guided them to a dimly lit reception area. It was staffed
by highly attractive young men and women, in very short, revealing togas.
Teddy paid $100 each for their entrance fee and they were given short
togas and a cloth bag to store their things."
The
Slave
by Julia Morizawa
"I often wished that Scott and I were the type of people who could
fall in love. The type of people who weren't afraid to do so. But to him,
I was just a girl, and he was looking for a woman whom he could marry.
And to me, he was just a home away from home. A comfortable set of arms
that held me so much tighter than my boyfriend's."
Sex
is a Trophy your Mother Won Twice
by Joshua David Buczek
"I wasn't sure if Frank was hip to his mother banging his friend.
When I came downstairs I learned otherwise, and after thinking about it,
it was pretty obvious. Frank's mother was a whore, and Little John fucked
most of our mothers, their husbands dead or alive, except mine of course
because, like I said, she was born again."
Pleasure
Chest
by Kelly Marie Johnston
"Gary had been working for the woman for years. Imagine, spending
years of your life working in a basement shop that sells accessories for
kinky sex. Don't get me wrong - I'm no prude and I'd say there's nothing
at all wrong with kinky sex like the Kama Sutra - but this was dirty kinky
sex. To live surrounded by it day in and day out for years, to live and
breathe it non-stop; that is a sickness."
Taboo:
A Memoir, Chapter Three
by
Tom Hathaway
"In the late 1940s and early 1950s, when Diana was a teenager, the
city attracted a stream of rebellious drifters. They were similar to the
high plains drifters of the late 1800s who had made it their base, lone
outcasts, many of them burnt out by the Civil War. The later group emerged
disillusioned from World War Two. They too were restless seekers for ever-new
beginnings on an open frontier, this time a mental one." Sliptongue
is proud to serialize the first three chapters of Tom Hathaway's novel.
Vocabulary
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Vocabulary Guidance
Sliptongue's
own idea of what words mean. Newest definitions will always appear below.
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Cathouse:
institution of higher learning, where many a young man has obtained
a much needed indoctrination into the mysteries of life. As Kirk
puts it: "Before Uncle Tim took me to the cathouse in the swamp
in Mississippi I was an inept, bumbling, pathetic, girl-shy idiot!
I mean, Sylvia-Sue used to torment me without mercy in math class
with those pink panties of hers! Used to sit across from me and
spread until those pink panties were in plain sight; and, try though
I might not to, I'd always go red in the face and get dizzy! Cruel
Sylvia-Sue! She made no bones about laughing at me! She'd start
to giggle right there in class; and all the other girls knew why,
though -- thank God -- none of the guys did! But after I spent that
afternoon with Lascivia in the cathouse and got to see and touch
and taste and fuck first hand the pink that awaits behind all pink
panties… Well, suffice to say that Sylvia-Sue didn't laugh
at me again! How so? Because, now that I'd been shown what's what
and knew what to do, I came to an understanding with Sylvia-Sue
in the parking lot the following Tuesday during lunch hour and had
a fine lunch of pink pussy in the backseat of her car! No longer
unnerved by the sight of her pink panties, I was pulling them down
her sleek legs and tossing them aside: one visit to the cathouse
turned my life around! Sylvia-Sue continued to flash me during math
class, but the sight filled me with thoughts of fun to come; instead
of being paralyzed with confusion, I was rapt with appreciation!"
Defensive
Disrobing:
when a female, sensing that a male is rapidly losing patience with
her bratty behavior and is about to shove her out the door, strips
off every stitch of clothing to prevent him from doing so. Once
the said female is stark naked, she glares defiantly; often, she
makes comments such as: "So, Mr. Smart One, what are you going
to do now?," "As you can see, I'm not leaving
until I want to!," or "You'd better tell me you
love me, and make it mighty convincing!" Adds St. Fond: "And
the minxes are right: what guy is going to toss a naked girl outside?
The moment they strip, they're holding all the cards and they know
it! And don't bother with seeking to dress them against their will,
either: it can't be done! Believe me, I've tried! Doesn't matter
if she's a petite thing: if she doesn't want her clothes on, they're
not going on! The instant you try it, she's a squirming enraged
cat: not a chance of getting her arms inside those sleeves! So,
you're stuck: might as well be tactful and say the things she wants
to hear and cuddle awhile and wait until she puts her clothes on
voluntarily; because, until then, you've got company!"
Hooker-Honking:
game played by New York cab drivers. Occasionally, out-of-town males
request to be taken on a tour of streets frequented by hookers so
that they can stare at the skimpily clad lovelies while persuading
themselves they're acquiring a seamy-side-of-life experience. So
the cab driver, in order to treat them to a far more up close and
personal experience, vigorously honks the horn while gesturing for
the girls to come hither and pointing towards the back seat. The
girls, mindful of making some money, come running and hop in the
back -- something that generally throws the out of town males into
a great deal of consternation. "I'm doing them the favor of
jarring them from observational mode into panic mode," declares
Donny, a driver at the Midland garage. "I mean, panic's a far
more memorable emotion, right? I'm giving them an experience they'll
remember! I'm enriching their lives! Not to mention treating myself
to some fun! The looks on their faces when the girls they were gawking
at in safety are suddenly sitting next to them, aggressively plying
their trade… Well, it's priceless! It's the 'What have we
gotten ourselves into now?' look! It's discomfort rapidly spilling
over into terror! Later on, after they've vigorously protested and
compelled me to ask the girls to leave, I play it innocent and say:
'Sorry, I thought that's what you wanted.' Ha! Ha! Ha!"
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