So, I recently suffered a debilitating injury that has been having devastating effects on my phone sex ( Read more... )

I am just so very pleased with myself right now. I just had one of my infrequent "Asian" calls, wherein I have to assume my Japanese persona, Akiko. I almost never get these calls anymore, but one pops up every now and then. I described my Asian body to this guy, and then never really did another Asian thing until about ten minutes into the call ( Read more... )

The gullibility of people never fails to amaze me. This last customer wanted me to finger myself to orgasm for him. I get started, and immediately he says, "Louder." So I go a little louder. "Louder!" I crank it up. "Louder! Louder! Louder! LOUDER! LOUDER!" So here I am in my bedroom, screaming into my phone, muffling myself with a ( Read more... )

Now, then. If I'm to save my job, it's obvious I must approach it in some new fashion, to become more alluring and seductive for the clients. I think I've found some good advice in the classics. Perhaps I should do as Ovid suggests ( Read more... )

A call I had the other day ( Read more... )

Yesterday was something of a red letter day for me. For the first time in three months of phone sexing, I got a request for the missionary position! No one ever asks for that. In my experience, the most requested position is doggy style, with me riding his cock coming in second. There's also a healthy demand for me on my back with my legs on ( Read more... )

I have to say, I really don't have the strongest work ethic when it comes to job I don't like. Take today, for instance. I got the Passive Aggressive Lesbian again. God, she bugs me! And she started her whole famous-people role-playing-thing. I just don't get that. Why do you want to be someone else during sex? "Okay, you be Ralph, our ( Read more... )

Today was just a day of minor irritants. First, there was the guy who called up with music blaring in the background. I support loud music as much as the next person, but I certainly don't expect to be able to hear jack shit (jackshit? one word or two?) on the phone if I've elected to crank it up. Imagine my disgust, listening to this twerp ( Read more... )

I am a bad person. I can hedge that as much as I want, but I can't escape it. I am a bad person. No, not because I do phone sex. I do something that's way, way worse than that ( Read more... )

So, I've been getting more and more calls lately from men begging me to mock their small penes and, frankly, I don't have the vocabulary to keep up with the demand -- especially when I get the same guy twice in one day, since he just looooved how I ridiculed his dick ( Read more... )