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Got a call from another publisher…weird!

Hey Angels,

We had a few more kinks that needed a little ironing out on the site but we are like legit back up and running now.

But something weird happened. This NY publisher I knew back in my Wall Street days called me and offered me a bunch of money to basically close my store down and so they could have like the rights to my books, and said I should talk to the other store offers.

Wow. First Amazon doesn’t want me, then this big publisher wants me to close my store…I mean so they can pub me but still.

Alexis Angel doesn’t need some man…ahem yes he’s an acquisitions editor for a big pub…to like swoop in and his words

“take care of everything”

Like I thought he was going to tell me that I didn’t have to worry my pretty little head in a minute.

Didn’t he realize yesterday was international women’s day too like dude bad timing.

anyway I don’t ever want to leave you Angels and give up control of what I publish and talking to my readers. He had a lot of nerve to think I needed him.

We’re doing just fine, aren’t we?

I mean, I know the store is always growing and improving, but the answer isn’t to just let someone else take charge.

We’re a team. I of course told all the Angels and all anyone had to say was, heck noooooo this is our baby!

So yeah I was polite but firm. I’ll stick to my store, my rules.

That’s how it’s gotta be sometimes, ya know?

Happy Moanday Angels!

lol oh and when the conversation was over, about the publishing thing, he asked me what panties I was wearing. I was like, wouldn’t you like to know, and then hung up lol!!!!

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Bar Car

Hey Angels!

So I know we’ve been gone for a while and Natalie is chomping at the bit to talk about what she and Jock Sr. have been up to lol. 

Daphne is wanting to talk about this guy she met the night we all got cummed on lol. 

And Lana and I have been getting into some pretty depraved and sticky adventures. I think what’s happened is that I’ve corrupted Lana. Because the other day she was talking about how she used to be this good girl looking for love and now she’s a depraved sex fiend looking to cum lolol. But I was a bit worried and I was like awww babe what’s going on why are you sad and Lana was like back in the day she was going on dates and stuff looking to settle down. 

“And now things are going great and I’m definitely having more mind altering sex but at the end of the day, they all leave,” she says to me. “They don’t really stick around if my legs aren’t spread.”

But what about when we both bang a guy together? That’s what I asked. 

“Then they want to date you, but they don’t usually stay with me, because you’re just more glamorous than me.”

I don’t know what to say to that. I mean I think Lana is plenty glamorous but then Lana is like, “I’m more like the girl next door who you’re friends with. You’re the cheerleader guys want to fuck.”

Again, not sure what to say to that at all so I suggested that maybe we go out and have a few drinks and forget about it. 

I mean there’s more to the story of course and I’ll go into it tomorrow but I wanted to stop here because I’m really worried about Lana, Angels. How can I help her?

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And we’re back!

Did you miss us Angels?

We had some system maintenance to do and it was a bit of a doozy. The problem is with as many people visiting the site we have to constantly keep upgrading and sometimes that means we can’t do anything as we upgrade.

Anyways, so I was supposed to write a set of stories but I got done with it so I decided to make it into a complete set and so we put it in Angel Access.

Check out the cover!

More updates on all the Angels will start coming soon!

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Tonight’s the night!

Hey there Angels!

Just wanted to let you all know that tonight is the night that I’m planning on the date with Jock Sr. I got a pretty tasteful dress that’s still sexy and shows some boob and leg hahaha. 

Jock Jr. has been sending a few texts here and there but I haven’t really responded to him because I mean I’m going out with the dad. 

So the plan is that I’m going to meet him at this place for drinks and then we’re going to go get some dinner if things work out but otherwise its just a drink. 

It’s all very grown up and mature and I’m really proud of myself. 

Don’t get me wrong. I still can’t get the idea of both Jock Sr. and Jock Jr. doing me at the same time. But I think it’s just a fantasy that I’m going to have to keep to myself because I mean what kind of man would be comfortable doing that?

Whats the bigger concern is that Jock Jr. is going to be super pissed at his dad for stealing me away and sticking his dick inside of me. 

And what if I’m staying over and he hears us. 

Will he be jerking off to my moans and screams as his dad pounds me? This is assuming that his dad is gonna pound me into submission haha. 

What if I need to pee in the middle of the night and I’m naked and I run into Jock Jr. Is he going to want to fuck?

And what if he’s super gorgeous and I’m like okay lets do it. I’m not in a relationship with Jock Sr. so I don’t really owe him anything at this point except to make sure that we don’t get pregnant. 

All these thoughts. 

Some of these thoughts are pretty much useless ramblings of someone who hasn’t been out on a date in a while. 

Also just news about the Angels. 

Daphne and Alexis and Lana have been getting up to some trouble recently. I think you’re gonna want to find out what happens but I decided to take today’s spot to write about Jock Sr. 

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Object of Affection

Hey Angels! I have a new series coming out and I wanted to show you what it looked like with the first chapter! Enjoy

Chapter 1


As I go for my morning ride with Becket, my horse, I can’t help but admire the beauty of the sunrise across the horizon, illuminating the lush wide planes of our ranch. I grew up to this breathtaking scenery, but it never gets old. This ranch is my home.

Although my mom and I were not originally from the United States, I love it here. We moved here when I was still a baby.  Suffice to say, I have no recollection of where I came from. 

I’ve had my curiosities. I mean, who doesn’t want to know about their roots? But Mom, she never talks about home, or why we left. I’ve tried to pry answers from her, but her lips are sealed tighter than a bull’s ass on-the-fly season. 

I eventually gave up and settled for not knowing anything about my home country. It helps that we’ve made a life for ourselves in the United States. As soon as we landed in the United States, Mom bought a piece of property just outside of town and turned it into the successful horse ranch it is today.

I, myself, don’t even look foreign. I’d like to think that with my copper-brown hair and green eyes, I look just like any other red-blooded American. Although, sometimes, my accent, the same accent of my mother’s, slips out. 

An accent of European royalty. 

I love my mom despite all the secrecy that surrounds her. She never dated or talked to any men, always being a full-time mother to me. She attends different events, such as Bingo Night, with her female friends from town, which I’m glad for.  

She could use the break and social interaction. But I can tell that even with her friends, she never once shared about her past.

I get back to the ranch house, checking for mail in our mailbox. To my surprise, there’s a formal-looking letter inside, and it’s addressed to my mom. I stare at it curiously, itching to just open the damn thing myself, but that won’t be very gentlemanly of me. 

“Ma! I’m back!” I call. 

She comes out from the kitchen with the usual warm smile on her face. 

“I’ve made us some pancakes,” she says in her accent. 

I nod, placing a kiss on her cheek.  

“Thanks, Mom. Oh, by the way, you’ve got mail,” I tell her, handing over the envelope that has piqued my interest.

Her face pales at the sight of the letter.  

“I need to sit down,” she says, walking over to the couch.

She opens the letter, glancing through whatever’s written on it, and her face gets even paler.

“Mom, are you okay?” I ask worriedly. 

“Alexander, my son. Would you be a dear and fetch me some water?” she asks.

I nod.  

“Anything you need, Ma,” I say, handing her a glass of water.

“Oh, dear,” she keeps repeating as though she’s in some kind of trance.

“Ma! What’s wrong?” I say, grabbing on gently to her shoulders to literally shake her back to her senses.

She snaps out of it, sighing deeply.  

“You’ll find out later, son. Just give me a moment to wrap my head around this,” she says, getting up to go to the kitchen.

“What? I get that you can be secretive, but you’re making me worry, Ma.” I tell her, following her to the kitchen.

“Let’s at least have some breakfast, Alexander. I’ll tell you everything you need to know later,” she says, gesturing for me to take the seat opposite from her.

We eat together in silence. Mom has that faraway look on her face again, and it’s killing me not knowing what’s making her that way.

The sound of our doorbell breaks the silence. Mom stands immediately and walks towards the front door in a hurry.

Who could that be?  I wonder.

I follow my mom and notice that she’s talking to two men in black suits. 

Are we in debt?! I worry.

I walk closer to the two men, not letting my nervousness show. 

“Anything I can do for you, gentlemen?” I ask. 

They look at me appraisingly, and it creeps me out. I glance over to my mother, who has a look of quiet resignation on her face.

She opens the door wider and invites the two strangers to come in.

My mouth hangs open at how easily my mom can trust these two strangers.

“Alexander, please sit. We have a lot to talk about,” she says, motioning for me to sit down beside her.

“Ma! You can be honest with me. Are we in debt?!” I ask, feeling frantic.

She chuckles, shaking her head.

“We aren’t in debt, Son. Now please, sit,” she says.

I plop myself down on the couch right beside her; the two men sit in front of us.

“Our mother country is a place called Gransylvia,” she starts. 

I feel this burst of excitement. Finally, after all these years of wondering, Mom’s opening up about our home country.

“My husband, your father, Nicholi, whom I married as part of an arrangement between our two families, was a very abusive man. He was a monster. I put up with him for years, but the moment I gave birth to you, I knew that I couldn’t let you grow up with that monster as your father.  

So, one night, when Nicholi was asleep, I packed a few of our belongings and fled from Gransylvia with you in my arms,” she continues, tears streaming down her face.

I take hold of her hand and squeeze it gently, urging her to continue.

“It would be so much simpler if Nicholi was just an ordinary man, but he was not. He was the son of the king of Gransylvia. He was the prince that was first in line for the throne, my son,” she goes on.

My father was a prince?!  My mind shouts. What in the fucking hell is happening? I grew up as a cowboy, and now I find out that my father’s a prince. Wait, doesn’t that make me a prince too?

“These two are your father’s advisors, Volkov, and Ischek,” she says, gesturing towards the men in black.

“When your mother left with you, your father ascended to the throne. Now that he’s dead, the throne is vacant. You are next in line, Alexander. We implore you to take your rightful place among your people. Your cousin, Stephan, who is next in line if you choose to abdicate your rights to the throne, is an evil man. He will make the people of Gransylvia suffer,” one of the men, who I believe is Volkov, explains. 

“And the only way for you to claim your rightful place is for you to be married,” the other one, Ischek, continues.

“What?!” I exclaim. I don’t even have a girlfriend. Being king is a big thing, but it’s something that I’m willing to handle, if only for the sake of my people. But a wife?! Where am I supposed to get a wife?!

“Ma, how am I supposed to find a wife?!” I voice out.

She looks thoughtful for a minute before a mischievous smile graces her features. “What about Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth.  She’s my childhood best friend. 

“That isn’t going to work, Ma. We’re just friends,” I say.

“You can always just dissolve the marriage after a few years. You can even get married right away since you two already know each other,” Ma says.

“Please, your highness. It is of the utmost importance that Stephan does not become king,” Volkov pleads.

I sigh deeply, deciding to give Elizabeth a call, asking her to come over. 

I can’t believe I let myself get talked into this.

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Very Naughty Angels

Hey there Angels!

Just letting you know if you have stories you want shared please email Alexis at

So a bit about my update with Jock and his Dad, who I am going to call Jock Sr.

So you angels are super naughty. I think I got 28 people who emailed or commented saying fuck the dad and the son both at the same time haha.

And once you put it in my head, it’s so hard to get out.

But that’s the fantasy. Right now I just want to fuck the dad.

The only progress so far is that we’re going on a date on Wednesday. Jock Sr. is going to pick me up and we’re going to go to a tapas bar and then a jazz club.

Basically I got him to ask me out by calling them at home. I called with no real agenda but just to talk to him. And he seemed surprised at first but after I laughed at all his jokes and asked him questions he seemed to get the hint and asked me out.

Here’s a little secret. I was literally fingering myself as I was talking to him on the phone haha. I don’t know if that’s immature, or if that’s just gross but after I got off the phone I came so fucking hard.

So now I need to get help from the girls to pick out something slutty for tomorrow. I don’t know if I actually want to fuck him tomorrow, but I definitely want to leave him wanting it. So that when he does put it inside me he goes on like a jackhammer.

I’m so excited. I’ll keep you posted!

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Natasha – Fin

Hey Angels!

Just to recap, Natasha, whose name we have changed has just had her tryst with Adrian!

The final lines were:

…We knew we couldn’t have sex. But I took down his phone number and he took mine down too. This is back in the days of AOL Instant Messenger so we even traded AIM names. Then I drove him down to where his car was parked.

We promised to stay in touch. But I never saw him again after that. Still, it was an amazing experience. I have never told anyone I work with and am a very well respected Calculus teacher now in a different school district. But every so often at the end of the day, I still think back to that encounter.

So here’s the question. Who would like to see a Filthy Fantasy be written about Natasha and Adrian?

If you would like that, please email or comment and we’ll start working on it!

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Natasha Part 3

Hey Angels!

Part Three of Natasha’s illicit encounter today!

…”Can I give you a ride?” I think I asked.

He told me he had his car parked across the street. I told him that was no problem, I could give him a ride over to it. He shrugged and said sure he’d like to ride.

I blushed again. Hard this time. He kept smiling.

He got in the car and we drove out of the school. He never even gave me any more directions. I just kept driving for a bit, heading to my apartment.

I had just recently moved in and I lived by myself.

When we got into my apartment complex I looked at him. I didn’t know anything about him, but I felt safe with him.

He asked me if we were going to my place.

I told him we were.

I parked the car and quickly got out. I don’t know why but him looking at me just got me so hot and bothered that I lost all train of thought.

Luckily my apartment was on the ground floor and I opened my door.

I looked at Adrian. He looked back at me.

“Did you want me to  come inside?” he asked me.

I remember nodding.

He smiled and came inside.

I was trembling. This was so crazy. I could get fired for this. I would never work again. To be honest I was only teaching so I’d have a steady schedule with plenty of time to take care of children when I had kids but I didn’t want to end my career before it began!

But then Adrian touched me and I forgot everything.

I literally threw my arms around him and kissed him.

I kissed him so hard and began rubbing my body all over his. Up and down.

He kissed back and his hands were all over me.

This guy…he’d definitely been around the block because he took my blouse off so fast. And my skirt. The next thing I knew I was just in my bra and thong.

“Turn around,” he commanded me.

I turned around and bent over, showing him my butt.

He slowly pulled down my thong and began to use his fingers on my pussy.

I couldn’t believe it. I exploded right there. That’s all it took.

After that, I needed him to hold me a bit longer while my knees stopped shaking before I got on my knees and took off his belt.

I blew him with all the skills I learned in college and he was wet and hard by the time he was out of my mouth.

We didn’t have a condom (I hadn’t planned the whole thing out) so instead I lay back down on my couch and he crawled over and stuck his tongue in me. He used his tongue to play with my pussy until I was thrashing and screaming.

I must have had three or four orgasms back to back. I sort of blacked out or I guess let the pleasure just take me away because the next thing I knew he was getting up on his feet.

I wanted to have sex. But we couldn’t because I didn’t want to get pregnant.

So I got back on my knees and began to use my hand and my mouth to get him off.

I looked up at him as I blew him and then told him to cum down my throat.

That did it. He unloaded all his cum inside me.

I guzzled and guzzled and tried to save a bit to keep on my tongue and show him afterwards.

The final part is coming tomorrow!!

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Natasha’s Story Part 2

 Hey Angels!

Sorry I left you on a cliffhanger yesterday. Without further ado, here is the rest of the letter! If you haven’t read the beginning go to yesterdays’ blog post!

…I couldn’t get over his eyes. They seemed to drill into me. I didn’t know if I could move. I tried to tell them that class was over and I must have done something like that because the last of the students started to go through the door.

Except this guy.

He told me his name was Adrian and he was a senior in the local college. I realized he had repeated himself after I had asked him again and I blushed.

Not for nothing, but I realized that my skirt was rather short and maybe I had a button more than I should have undone.

But I couldn’t do anything. I was frozen. It was like all I wanted to do was run my hands over Adrian’s body and then run my lips on him.

I think he sensed this too because he asked me if he could help me do anything to close up for the day. I told him he could close the door and he nodded.

But then I realized that he was going to close the door with him inside.

All sorts of thoughts ran through my head. I didn’t know the district’s procedures about checking in after I was done and I knew I had to turn in some paperwork to get my day counted. But I couldn’t think straight so I came up with something else. The fastest thing I could think of.

“You can help me take some things to my car,” I said.

Adrian looked me over and gave me a smirk. I looked at his body highlighted by the shirt he was wearing and I knew that I was going to do something stupid. But what?

I had all my paperwork and books in a rollable mobile office and wheeled it out to my car after locking up. Adrian walked next to me, talking and answering questions. He asked me some. I really to this day can’t remember what we talked about.

My knees were shaking. I was walking unsteadily on my heels. My panties were wet and I could feel my inner thighs dripping. It was like he had pushed a button inside me.

He was 22. As a senior, he had to be. I was 30.

I knew I was in the clear. But what about his friends who he would talk to?

Adrian opened the back seat of my car door for me and I got a side view of his ass and all of a sudden, I didn’t care.

That’s all for this entry Angels! Come see what Natasha has to say in her letter tomorrow!