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 don’t know if it was obvious to those of you that listened to my interview on the CMQshow but I had never done anything like that before.
Even though I was nervous, it felt strangely serendipitous. Continue reading “Cumming on the CMQshow”
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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”
After sorting through the information I had collected on the Phone Sex industry, a clearer picture emerged. I checked out dozens of companies, and came away with a list of four which fit all my major requirements. One in particular stood out to me; a smaller company with an excellent reputation. It not only fit my criteria, it also had several additional things I liked, and lucky for me they were hiring. I cleared my head, and analyzed my decision a little more. I wanted to do this. I was as ready to put in an application.
I went to my newly designed, soundproof guest/phone sex room, and shut the door. I’m not prude, by any means, but I recognize taking a job as a phone actress, with no experience, could potentially be a big deal. Anxious, but excited, I re-read the company’s hiring section, and filled out the online application. Pushing send was nerve racking; I kept staring at the box I had checked for bi-sexual, giggling. I had to spend five minutes or so just calming myself down. I pushed send and…
Continue reading “The Interview – Becoming a Phone Sex Operator”