It has been a shitty night. I've been clawing my way to an acceptable call time average and these assholes are not cooperating. I finally got my average high enough and then got a string of bad callers. Son of a bitch. All that work for nothing. Sometimes, this is the way it goes.
Highlights of the evening: being told I have a sexy, spooky voice by a guy who is seriously into his pedophile fantasy. He is a semi-regular who likes to masturbate while I'm giving him a detailed description of a prepubescent schoolgirl. It sounds absolutely horrible but, believe it or not, he's fun to talk to. He's in a good mood when he calls. He doesn't get frustrated when I focus on the wrong thing. I get so into describing the girl, I forget that part of what he is into is hearing me say that it's alright to masturbate to the image I'm creating for him. He likes to talk about every day things after he's done instead of just hanging up and he always says goodbye before he does. Most callers don't bother. He knows that his fantasy is completely unacceptable and says that he has never acted on it and has no desire to. I believe him because he has a strong understanding of what phone sex is. Proof of that is the fact that he knows that the operators are not allowed to state an underage girl's age. We're allowed to give a physical description and say something like what school grade she is but, we are not allowed to tell a caller she's 9 years old, for example. Unlike a lot of callers, he doesn't push or get pissy about it. I once had a caller tell me that he had permission from the company and that I should have gotten a memo concerning this exception. When I refused, he called me a fucking, frigid, bitch and hung up.
The other reason I am reasonably convinced that this man is not a pedophile is a report published by the F.B.I. When phone sex started to take off as an industry, some bright-eyed ambitious little Feeb suggested that the agency 'stake out' phone sex companies to try to snag pedophiles . Instead of jumping in with both feet, the agency commissioned a study of the behavior of pedophiles from a group of experts. The experts concluded that real pedophiles are too goddamned paranoid to call a phone sex line. It seems the perverts figured out before the Feebs did that they could be tracked by their billing information so they aren't calling. The only perverts I talk to are fake. Works for me.
The low point, watching my call time average getting demolished by the same perverts. Goddammit.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Hiatus
Just after Xmas, we had a temporary power outage and the power supply on the computer fried. I could have used my roommate's laptop but, I didn't. I find it uncomfortable to type on and it felt inappropriate to bitch about callers on the computer she carries around with her at school. Completely stupid but, there it is. So, after a month of not blogging about the insanity of being a phone sex operator, I'm back. Thank all that is unholy.
I've got a lot to bitch about. There are some good things. I talked to a submissive transvestite in AZ who was so much fun, I told one of the trainers about the call when I talked to her. (I was just talking to her on the phone and finally confessed the existence of this blog) I love talking to a good submissive. I have FUN talking to them and get really energized and creative. (A bad submissive make me want to pull out my hair and toss the lazy, little, fuckwit out of my imaginary dungeon). The submissive transvestite kept getting texts from his ex-wife about their daughter's plans for the weekend while we were talking. He would beg me to wait, explain what was going on, text his ex-wife and return the conversation with an apology. He was sweet, charming, interesting, and into the same things I'm into. The type of caller every phone sex operator loves to talk to.
Here is how I tell the difference, in case you're curious: a good caller is polite and introduces himself before launching into his fantasy. He also explains his fantasy enough so that I can use those details to craft an erotic story for him that turns him on. It doesn't even have to be something that I am into, something the bad callers don't seem to realize or don't believe. I can think of 2 different calls where the caller gave me the details of his fantasy and those details certainly did not excite me but, I was able to craft a story that excited them.
One of the calls involved the caller being observed masturbating while his mother watched without his knowledge. He wanted the fantasy told from her point of view. Typically, I absolutely loathe incest calls but, this one was too low key to gross me out. He liked what I said so much, he called back twice that day to finish the fantasy. Truthfully, I enjoyed talking to him despite having zero interest in 'good old family loving'. He was well mannered, appreciative, and let me stretch my legs, creatively.
The second one involved an inflation fantasy, something I had never heard of before. I looked it up after I was done with my shift. The caller explained it well enough for me to craft a fantasy for him but, I was still curious. We started talking and I started picturing a spa setting from the height of the quack medicine era in the United States crossed with a horror theme and a whole lot of steampunk. Think The Road To Wellness crossed with Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. The caller got turned on while I was asking him to confirm he liked the direction I was going in and I ran with it. We maxed out on time and it was past my shift end time so I was done for the evening. Again, the caller was well mannered, appreciative, and let me stretch my legs, creatively. Pretty good way to end the day.
A bad caller is a man going on a fishing expedition. He calls girl after girl after girl desperately trying to find the one who looks the way he wants her to look or, when asked one of several really dumb questions, she responds in the way that turns him on. Stupid. Beyond stupid, and I have several examples to prove my point. The first thing is I lie to callers ALL THE TIME. The entirety of the 'relationship' I have with a caller is based on lies from beginning to end. That is simply the nature of the business. I am not being paid to masturbate on command (even though a lot of these idiots really think so). I am being paid to tell them a story, an erotic story crafted, on the spot, just for them to suit what turns them on. What really pisses me off about this kind of caller is that they completely discount the value of what I do. Think about it. I am making up a fantasy with bare bones details for a person I know nothing about and telling it to him, trying to turn him on and acting like it turns me on, too. I have to do this, no matter what the fantasy is, for several hours a night. That is what phone sex is and it is really goddamned hard work. Most professional writers could not do this. Nor could many professional actors. Improv is hard work. Phone sex operators do both on a daily basis with every call. We are some truly, goddamned, talented women.
These idiots completely ignore that fact. They are unaware of it. If they knew that the barely legal nymphomaniac they were talking to was actually a 30-something woman with bills to pay, they would feel cheated and probably demand their money back. One of the verbal cues a caller gives me so I know he's one of Those Assholes is following up a question about what I look like or what I'm into with "Now, don't lie to me, sweetie. I'll know if you lie."
No, you won't, dumb-ass. I imagine talking to a parent when I was a teenager or getting a lecture from a high school guidance counselor. Those idiots didn't know when I was lying, either. I have while working adopted one persona with these idiots, gotten hung up on, talked to them again and changed the details enough to be tailored to their particular kink to keep them on the line. They didn't know the difference or didn't care. Sometimes, I do the exact opposite. I know the caller's kink and say the opposite just to get rid of him. Either I am not in the mood to deal with him (rare) or he's likely to abruptly hang up on me if I stray in a direction he doesn't like. Deadly to my average call time and to be avoided like a land mine.
There is a guy I drive away so consistently I am probably hurting his feelings. I think of him as one of those officious little pricks I regularly lied to when I was a teenager. His kink is pretending that he is having a conversation with a girl, instead of a fantasy but, if I talk about something that isn't completely in line with his fantasy, he hangs up without warning. (All of these assholes hang up without warning. It's one of the many reasons I hate them.) Anyway, Officious Little Prick is into hearing about men getting fucked by women with strap-ons at sex toy parties. According to his fantasy, his wife sells sex toys the way some women sell Tupperware and she demonstrates how to use a strap-on by fucking her husband with one in front of an audience. Nice try, asshole but, I saw the same episode of Real Sex on HBO. There is a woman doing this in California but, she and her husband don't do the demonstration performance. She hires professional adult performers and the audience isn't women only, its couples at a swingers club. He wants to talk about men getting 'dildo-ed', a phrase only he uses and one I hate. He will listen for 2 or 3 minutes and hang up if he loses interest. Officious Little Prick.
Actually, his thing seems to be pretending to have a conversation with an 18 year old girl about a number of sexual topics. Again, if he doesn't like her response, he just hangs up. I managed to confront him about it once and he told me that it is just not as 'fun' talking to an older woman. I managed to catch him when he had been tearing up the line where the persona guidelines say are that we are 20-somethings. He was trying to find new teenage girls, having ripped through all the operators pretending to be 18, already. The thing is ITS THE SAME WOMEN. The company doesn't staff teenage girls on one line and older women on the others. Its's pretty much all one pool of operators. This idiot can't tell the difference. Most of the callers can't.
Anyway, Officious Little Prick's conversation gambit that Saturday was to ask some variation of "Don't you feel personally responsible for all of the sexually based crimes in the United States because you are encouraging perverts by talking to them?". I am paraphrasing. I honestly don't remember exactly what he was asking that day but, the way he was cycling through operators made me pretty sure that his question wasn't getting a lot of play with other operators, either. I can't even begin to imagine where he though he was going with that one. I got him several times and my answers started with a scoffing "No" and degenerated to "go fuck yourself". The reason I got so mad at him wasn't for asking the question. I would have been willing to talk to him about my take on the ethics of phone sex but, when I tried, he hung up on me. He didn't want to know what I thought, he wanted to find the girl who confessed that she felt bad about being a phone sex operator. It appeared that none of us were willing to play along. He changes his 'topic' and kept calling all weekend long.
In fact, I spoke to him briefly last night. I say 'briefly' because he is a complete downer and I don't want to talk to him so I try to get rid of him as fast as I can. To get rid of him quickly, I use the name 'Julie' and call him by the name he uses. It works because, he remembers that I am not an operator good at playing his game and he doesn't want to talk to me either until he starts to get desperate. He starts cycling through faster when he can't find operators willing or able to feed his fantasy. I consider my inability to deal with him a personal failure but, fuck him if he thinks I'm going to let him drag down my average.
It's ALL about the money, honey. I'm not doing this so I can get off.
I've got a lot to bitch about. There are some good things. I talked to a submissive transvestite in AZ who was so much fun, I told one of the trainers about the call when I talked to her. (I was just talking to her on the phone and finally confessed the existence of this blog) I love talking to a good submissive. I have FUN talking to them and get really energized and creative. (A bad submissive make me want to pull out my hair and toss the lazy, little, fuckwit out of my imaginary dungeon). The submissive transvestite kept getting texts from his ex-wife about their daughter's plans for the weekend while we were talking. He would beg me to wait, explain what was going on, text his ex-wife and return the conversation with an apology. He was sweet, charming, interesting, and into the same things I'm into. The type of caller every phone sex operator loves to talk to.
Here is how I tell the difference, in case you're curious: a good caller is polite and introduces himself before launching into his fantasy. He also explains his fantasy enough so that I can use those details to craft an erotic story for him that turns him on. It doesn't even have to be something that I am into, something the bad callers don't seem to realize or don't believe. I can think of 2 different calls where the caller gave me the details of his fantasy and those details certainly did not excite me but, I was able to craft a story that excited them.
One of the calls involved the caller being observed masturbating while his mother watched without his knowledge. He wanted the fantasy told from her point of view. Typically, I absolutely loathe incest calls but, this one was too low key to gross me out. He liked what I said so much, he called back twice that day to finish the fantasy. Truthfully, I enjoyed talking to him despite having zero interest in 'good old family loving'. He was well mannered, appreciative, and let me stretch my legs, creatively.
The second one involved an inflation fantasy, something I had never heard of before. I looked it up after I was done with my shift. The caller explained it well enough for me to craft a fantasy for him but, I was still curious. We started talking and I started picturing a spa setting from the height of the quack medicine era in the United States crossed with a horror theme and a whole lot of steampunk. Think The Road To Wellness crossed with Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. The caller got turned on while I was asking him to confirm he liked the direction I was going in and I ran with it. We maxed out on time and it was past my shift end time so I was done for the evening. Again, the caller was well mannered, appreciative, and let me stretch my legs, creatively. Pretty good way to end the day.
A bad caller is a man going on a fishing expedition. He calls girl after girl after girl desperately trying to find the one who looks the way he wants her to look or, when asked one of several really dumb questions, she responds in the way that turns him on. Stupid. Beyond stupid, and I have several examples to prove my point. The first thing is I lie to callers ALL THE TIME. The entirety of the 'relationship' I have with a caller is based on lies from beginning to end. That is simply the nature of the business. I am not being paid to masturbate on command (even though a lot of these idiots really think so). I am being paid to tell them a story, an erotic story crafted, on the spot, just for them to suit what turns them on. What really pisses me off about this kind of caller is that they completely discount the value of what I do. Think about it. I am making up a fantasy with bare bones details for a person I know nothing about and telling it to him, trying to turn him on and acting like it turns me on, too. I have to do this, no matter what the fantasy is, for several hours a night. That is what phone sex is and it is really goddamned hard work. Most professional writers could not do this. Nor could many professional actors. Improv is hard work. Phone sex operators do both on a daily basis with every call. We are some truly, goddamned, talented women.
These idiots completely ignore that fact. They are unaware of it. If they knew that the barely legal nymphomaniac they were talking to was actually a 30-something woman with bills to pay, they would feel cheated and probably demand their money back. One of the verbal cues a caller gives me so I know he's one of Those Assholes is following up a question about what I look like or what I'm into with "Now, don't lie to me, sweetie. I'll know if you lie."
No, you won't, dumb-ass. I imagine talking to a parent when I was a teenager or getting a lecture from a high school guidance counselor. Those idiots didn't know when I was lying, either. I have while working adopted one persona with these idiots, gotten hung up on, talked to them again and changed the details enough to be tailored to their particular kink to keep them on the line. They didn't know the difference or didn't care. Sometimes, I do the exact opposite. I know the caller's kink and say the opposite just to get rid of him. Either I am not in the mood to deal with him (rare) or he's likely to abruptly hang up on me if I stray in a direction he doesn't like. Deadly to my average call time and to be avoided like a land mine.
There is a guy I drive away so consistently I am probably hurting his feelings. I think of him as one of those officious little pricks I regularly lied to when I was a teenager. His kink is pretending that he is having a conversation with a girl, instead of a fantasy but, if I talk about something that isn't completely in line with his fantasy, he hangs up without warning. (All of these assholes hang up without warning. It's one of the many reasons I hate them.) Anyway, Officious Little Prick is into hearing about men getting fucked by women with strap-ons at sex toy parties. According to his fantasy, his wife sells sex toys the way some women sell Tupperware and she demonstrates how to use a strap-on by fucking her husband with one in front of an audience. Nice try, asshole but, I saw the same episode of Real Sex on HBO. There is a woman doing this in California but, she and her husband don't do the demonstration performance. She hires professional adult performers and the audience isn't women only, its couples at a swingers club. He wants to talk about men getting 'dildo-ed', a phrase only he uses and one I hate. He will listen for 2 or 3 minutes and hang up if he loses interest. Officious Little Prick.
Actually, his thing seems to be pretending to have a conversation with an 18 year old girl about a number of sexual topics. Again, if he doesn't like her response, he just hangs up. I managed to confront him about it once and he told me that it is just not as 'fun' talking to an older woman. I managed to catch him when he had been tearing up the line where the persona guidelines say are that we are 20-somethings. He was trying to find new teenage girls, having ripped through all the operators pretending to be 18, already. The thing is ITS THE SAME WOMEN. The company doesn't staff teenage girls on one line and older women on the others. Its's pretty much all one pool of operators. This idiot can't tell the difference. Most of the callers can't.
Anyway, Officious Little Prick's conversation gambit that Saturday was to ask some variation of "Don't you feel personally responsible for all of the sexually based crimes in the United States because you are encouraging perverts by talking to them?". I am paraphrasing. I honestly don't remember exactly what he was asking that day but, the way he was cycling through operators made me pretty sure that his question wasn't getting a lot of play with other operators, either. I can't even begin to imagine where he though he was going with that one. I got him several times and my answers started with a scoffing "No" and degenerated to "go fuck yourself". The reason I got so mad at him wasn't for asking the question. I would have been willing to talk to him about my take on the ethics of phone sex but, when I tried, he hung up on me. He didn't want to know what I thought, he wanted to find the girl who confessed that she felt bad about being a phone sex operator. It appeared that none of us were willing to play along. He changes his 'topic' and kept calling all weekend long.
In fact, I spoke to him briefly last night. I say 'briefly' because he is a complete downer and I don't want to talk to him so I try to get rid of him as fast as I can. To get rid of him quickly, I use the name 'Julie' and call him by the name he uses. It works because, he remembers that I am not an operator good at playing his game and he doesn't want to talk to me either until he starts to get desperate. He starts cycling through faster when he can't find operators willing or able to feed his fantasy. I consider my inability to deal with him a personal failure but, fuck him if he thinks I'm going to let him drag down my average.
It's ALL about the money, honey. I'm not doing this so I can get off.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Oops
I realize that I spent I great deal of time bitching about the callers and my job in general. Believe it or not, I actually am good at my job most of the time. I'm not counting the pre-holiday slump, goddamnit.
I created this blog so that I could bitch without annoying my friends with a constant running monologue about my adventures as a phone sex operator. I could entertain you with my experience about impressing the hell out of a caller with a demanding lingerie fantasy. He is seriously into stockings. A HUGE number of men are seriously into stockings. Knowing that has definitely altered how I think about what is sexy in clothing.
The caller was actually looking for a different operator. The system I'm on does not give operators their own extensions. I asked him what he usually talks about with her and he told me about how much he loves lingerie. Unlike most callers, the color of my lingerie was really important to him. Most callers are oblivious to color unless it is pink, red or black. When he asked me if if I liked purple and I answered with a breathy sigh and told him that I LOVED purple, especially a deep, amethyst so dark it looked like black until I moved closer to the light, he was enthralled and told me so. His manner was funny and sarcastic and his fantasy involved being tied up WITH stockings. I enjoyed talking to him.
I created this blog so that I could bitch without annoying my friends with a constant running monologue about my adventures as a phone sex operator. I could entertain you with my experience about impressing the hell out of a caller with a demanding lingerie fantasy. He is seriously into stockings. A HUGE number of men are seriously into stockings. Knowing that has definitely altered how I think about what is sexy in clothing.
The caller was actually looking for a different operator. The system I'm on does not give operators their own extensions. I asked him what he usually talks about with her and he told me about how much he loves lingerie. Unlike most callers, the color of my lingerie was really important to him. Most callers are oblivious to color unless it is pink, red or black. When he asked me if if I liked purple and I answered with a breathy sigh and told him that I LOVED purple, especially a deep, amethyst so dark it looked like black until I moved closer to the light, he was enthralled and told me so. His manner was funny and sarcastic and his fantasy involved being tied up WITH stockings. I enjoyed talking to him.
A Very Difficult Subject
The line I work on is an "Anthing Goes" line. That means that NO subject is taboo as long as it is for the purpose of fantasy. That includes incest, pedophilia, bestiality ( zoophilia ) or necrophilia. Despite what many people think, it is not illegal to discuss any of these topics in the context of fantasy. Fantasy is a healthy expression of sexuality, children. Everyone has fantasies and some of those fantasies can get downright bizarre.
On the other hand, no one wants to enact every fantasy they have. Most are physically impossible, they involve doing things a person doesn't really want to do or the act would have a devastating affect on their life. Think infidelity, among other things. People have the right to fantasize about anything thing they want and they have the right to talk about those fantasies. That's part of what freedom of speech means and I believe in it.
As a phone sex operator, I make money by talking about a caller's sexual fantasies. Here's my guilty little secret; sometimes I really enjoy it. Here's the REALLY guilty little secret, it's not the sex that I enjoy, it's the storytelling. That's how I manage to talk about subjects I don't really care for; research and a really good imagination. Sometimes, it works and I can give the caller the impression that I'm just as turned on by the same things he is and sometimes, it just doesn't work.
Let me give you an example of when it just doesn't work. Last Tuesday started out really good. I got a couple of calls with guys who wanted to just talk to a girl who is into talking about fucking. The rest were vanilla sex fantasies and a long string of silent callers until my shift was almost over. Then, it turned into pervert hour. Every goddamned call turned into an incest or pedophilia fantasy. It felt like I was fighting a battle to bite my tongue with every bloody call. Every time a caller suddenly announced he wanted me to be his mother or his sister or wanted to watch me fuck my son, I felt like screaming 'what kind of freak are you?'
I don't understand incest. I don't understand pedophilia, either even though I think that pedophilia is actually encouraged in our society by the sexualization of children, especially girls. The sheer number of callers who want to fantasize about having sex with an underage girl is astonishing. It is also horrifying because those callers are the ones who want to fantasize about having sex with a girl without limits or wants or desires of her own. They want the ultimate submissive: beautiful, doll-like, passive and eager to please.
The incest calls are different. They cover the spectrum from dominant to submissive, sometimes nurturing, sometimes contemptuous. One caller started out fairly vanilla and slightly sumbmissive but, quickly degenerated into making baby noises and calling me 'ma-ma' in a very child-like voice. Lucklily, he ran out of time before I could respond. That call left me shaken and disgusted. Another started out as a standard MILF call until he wanted to bring my (non-existent) teenage son into a threesome fantasy. He kept bringing the son up and I kept ignoring him until he asked me what I would do if my son wanted me to suck his cock. I told him I would tell my son 'to get the fuck out of the room' and the caller laughed. He seemed to amused to discover a phone sex operator who HAS limits.
The last one was a man I have spoken to before. He sounds like a caricature; rural, under-educated and organically stupid. His fantasy is watching his overweight, stupid, passive, and recently divorced sister get gang-banged (or gang raped, her desires are irrelevant) by a group of grossly over-endowed Black men. He tells me about his sister as if we are having a conversation about what a pathetic mooch she is even though he tells me that his house is actually his mother's and his mother supports him. He does not work, nor does he take care of his mother. The hypocrisy of his attitude toward his sister flies over his head. As he sets up this scenario, he expects me to take over and enthusiastically describe what is happening to his sister. Once again, I just can't do it. The last time I talked to this caller, I just kept asking him questions until he ran out of time. This time I turn the tables on him, I ask what he would do if he were surrounded by horny, Black men with huge cocks. He says he wants to know about his sister. I point out that HE is the one with the fascination with Black men and their huge cocks so he MUST want to be the one getting fucked by them. He hangs up and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Pervert hour is over and I am done for the day.
On the other hand, no one wants to enact every fantasy they have. Most are physically impossible, they involve doing things a person doesn't really want to do or the act would have a devastating affect on their life. Think infidelity, among other things. People have the right to fantasize about anything thing they want and they have the right to talk about those fantasies. That's part of what freedom of speech means and I believe in it.
As a phone sex operator, I make money by talking about a caller's sexual fantasies. Here's my guilty little secret; sometimes I really enjoy it. Here's the REALLY guilty little secret, it's not the sex that I enjoy, it's the storytelling. That's how I manage to talk about subjects I don't really care for; research and a really good imagination. Sometimes, it works and I can give the caller the impression that I'm just as turned on by the same things he is and sometimes, it just doesn't work.
Let me give you an example of when it just doesn't work. Last Tuesday started out really good. I got a couple of calls with guys who wanted to just talk to a girl who is into talking about fucking. The rest were vanilla sex fantasies and a long string of silent callers until my shift was almost over. Then, it turned into pervert hour. Every goddamned call turned into an incest or pedophilia fantasy. It felt like I was fighting a battle to bite my tongue with every bloody call. Every time a caller suddenly announced he wanted me to be his mother or his sister or wanted to watch me fuck my son, I felt like screaming 'what kind of freak are you?'
I don't understand incest. I don't understand pedophilia, either even though I think that pedophilia is actually encouraged in our society by the sexualization of children, especially girls. The sheer number of callers who want to fantasize about having sex with an underage girl is astonishing. It is also horrifying because those callers are the ones who want to fantasize about having sex with a girl without limits or wants or desires of her own. They want the ultimate submissive: beautiful, doll-like, passive and eager to please.
The incest calls are different. They cover the spectrum from dominant to submissive, sometimes nurturing, sometimes contemptuous. One caller started out fairly vanilla and slightly sumbmissive but, quickly degenerated into making baby noises and calling me 'ma-ma' in a very child-like voice. Lucklily, he ran out of time before I could respond. That call left me shaken and disgusted. Another started out as a standard MILF call until he wanted to bring my (non-existent) teenage son into a threesome fantasy. He kept bringing the son up and I kept ignoring him until he asked me what I would do if my son wanted me to suck his cock. I told him I would tell my son 'to get the fuck out of the room' and the caller laughed. He seemed to amused to discover a phone sex operator who HAS limits.
The last one was a man I have spoken to before. He sounds like a caricature; rural, under-educated and organically stupid. His fantasy is watching his overweight, stupid, passive, and recently divorced sister get gang-banged (or gang raped, her desires are irrelevant) by a group of grossly over-endowed Black men. He tells me about his sister as if we are having a conversation about what a pathetic mooch she is even though he tells me that his house is actually his mother's and his mother supports him. He does not work, nor does he take care of his mother. The hypocrisy of his attitude toward his sister flies over his head. As he sets up this scenario, he expects me to take over and enthusiastically describe what is happening to his sister. Once again, I just can't do it. The last time I talked to this caller, I just kept asking him questions until he ran out of time. This time I turn the tables on him, I ask what he would do if he were surrounded by horny, Black men with huge cocks. He says he wants to know about his sister. I point out that HE is the one with the fascination with Black men and their huge cocks so he MUST want to be the one getting fucked by them. He hangs up and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Pervert hour is over and I am done for the day.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Silent Callers and the Lost Story
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Sunday, December 18, 2011
Just not feeling it
I ended the day with a 15 minute average. That's really good but, it won't make up for the money I lost to the pre-holiday slump. Fucking perverts. Never around when you want them.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Things to remember
I want to tell you about the guy who's fantasy is shopping for a mistress and what I have learned about men from being a phone sex operator but it will have to wait for another day.
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