Over-the-Top

Worth Crowing About 1954

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…

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Ambiguous

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…

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