I spend a surprising amount of my time as a phone sex operator, not having phone sex–at least not the kind you’re probably envisioning. While the majority of my callers call me to cum, I’m often more of a facilitator than a playmate.
I spend a surprising amount of my time as a phone sex operator, not having phone sex–at least not the kind you’re probably envisioning. While the majority of my callers call me to cum, I’m often more of a facilitator than a playmate. The men I talk to have highly specific, usually atypical, needs which aren’t being met…
Fetish callers want detailed “object” focused narratives. Lonely, needy men are seeking a girlfriend they can whisper sweet-nothings to. Sissy-boys want to be degraded and pushed around.
None of these callers want screaming orgasm “phone sex” from me, and even those men who want to hear me get off, usually cum so quickly, I’m just getting started.
and then there’s Top…
Continue reading “Over-the-Top”
I still get a jolt when my work phone rings. In the 30 seconds before the caller will be connected I go through a quick (now ritualistic) mental prep-list, which begins with a deep breath, and ends as I give my perfected, sex-kitten “hello”. The anticipation is a rush, and I am, admittedly, a little disappointed if the caller is someone I’ve talked to previously.
New callers bring real challenges, and I enjoy figuring out the puzzle of what each one likes and wants.
Continue reading “Confession”
I wrote the following paragraph (and as a result, this post) in response to an interaction I had with a guy in his early twenties. I was irritated by his disdain and lack of understanding, for the men who use my services as a phone sex operator. Continue reading “PSO – S.O.S”
“Are you ticklish Chloe?” his voice was nice, soft, and smooth.
“Not really, sir. I’m sensitive to touch, but not really ticklish,” I replied.
“Chloe, how can you be sensitive to touch and not be ticklish?” his tone was almost condescending.
Continue reading “The Tickler”
Obviously, I can’t write about every call I take as a phone sex operator. It would take too long and become redundant. It feels necessary, however, to write about my first few callers. These were especially difficult because of my inexperience. Phone sex is completely new to me. Only two weeks separated the time between thinking,
“Do they still have phone sex operators?” and the first night I took calls. Continue reading “This is phone sex? When do I get to cum?”
When my work phone rings……
there is a second of trepidation. I yell out “I love big cocks,” and it works to chase the feeling away. I answer; my voice triggers the computer to engage. A strangely-sexy, computerized female voice tells me it’s my company calling, and to enter my code. After I enter it, the voice states the receipt number for the call. As I write the number in my log book, my hands are shaking a little. I take one last deep breath to calm myself. The operator then tells me the caller has paid for 15 minutes–the minimum, and has also prepaid a tip. The computer connects the call. Then silence…
. . . and this is where the shit gets weird Continue reading “Ambiguous”
My plan was to record my “call me” messages, and after approval, I would begin taking calls. I really wanted to get the first call out of the way. On some level, I still questioned whether or not, I was capable of being a phone sex operator. I worried about giggling at the wrong moment, not being believable or my nerves getting to me (stage fright). I knew, however, these were only nervous doubts of my abilities, and insecurities.
I only had one real fear going into this job. . .
Continue reading “The Pervert and the Professor- First Night as a Phone Sex Operator-“