I just made my Amazon Wish List private until I get a PO Box, because I found out that some 3rd party vendors (not Amazon) send your shipping address in their confirmation emails, even if your Amazon settings specify to keep your address private. Comments solicited on this issue, please! Assuming I get a PO Box: Is it worth it to list specific items on a Wish List and risk having a caller know your PO Box? My husband could check it once a week on his way elsewhere, but would I worry about it? Or should I only list specific items on my Wish List if I’ve checked with the vendor first to ensure they respect Amazon’s privacy settings? Or only have one item on [read more...]
It’s really not the length of the call. It really is what you do with it. I’ve had 7-minute calls bore me, and 7-minute calls where I couldn’t wait for them to call back. I’ve had long calls (30 minutes or more) where I hoped they liked the sound of my breathing because I couldn’t think of anything else to say, and very long calls (60 minutes or more) where I thought of more to discuss the instant the call was over. (P.S. If you’re reading this, you won’t be a boring call, because you’re interested, which suggests intellectual curiosity, which means you won’t be boring. Trust me.) I described a fantasy today, set in a hot tub, that I haven’t ever done or heard [read more...]
My biggest challenge… well… should I say it? It makes me sound like a whiner… My biggest challenge so far is how to manage when I’m busy. Like… how to make sure I grab time to go to the bathroom and remember to eat. I’ll go three hours and not get a call, and then suddenly, I get back-to-back-to-back for three hours. Really seriously amazingly nice problem to have, and I know that. I absolutely understand that I’m very fortunate to have this problem ever. But I gotta learn better how to take little breaks, even during busy times, or I end up feeling wrung out. And then I need to take a much bigger break, which isn’t good for anybody. Plus, if I lose [read more...]
I had a long-distance lover for two years. Another continent long-distance. We only met in person twice, but we played a few times a week over the phone. I’ve always had an active visual imagination. In middle school, if I was reading a book, my siblings amused themselves by yelling at me (things like “the house is on fire!”) until I heard them – and sometimes they would give up before I noticed. To this day, I can’t converse at restaurants where televisions are playing unless I’m facing away from them. Madeline L’Engle wrote a book about being an artist, and said something like this, although I can’t find the exact quote: If I’m writing or praying, and I’m interrupted, the world I’m dragged into seems [read more...]
Helpful tip if you’re calling a phone sex line: identify yourself by a memorable compound name which is likely to be unique. So, for example, “Mark” doesn’t help me much because I’ve talked with seven guys named Mark in the past month (my most popular name). But if you call yourself “Mark from New York” or “Mark the Sissy Slut in Training” or “Mark the Spanker” then I’m much much much more likely to be able to recall the details from our last call(s). Or, call yourself by your user name “wanker123″, which is actually easiest for me, since you show up on my transaction log and emails and feedback list as that name. What I don’t want is to guess wrong… Oh, Peter? Fantastic! [read more...]
I do have a favorite, I admit it. My favorite kind of call is when I’m a little sleepy, thinking about logging out and calling it a night, and then someone calls and wants to hear me have a nice luxurious big fat orgasm to help put both of us to sleep. Fuckin’ yummy. G’night.
While writing my last blog post, I finally figured out what to call people who utilize my phone sex operator services: a phone partner! “Client” sounds too professional, too detached. “Customer” sounds like I get nothing out of the exchange. And sure, some calls are client calls, or customer calls, but the ones that fascinate me are the ones where we are creating together, as partners in the fantasy. I’m aware that I’m the one getting paid. It’s not a completely equal exchange – I’m in it to please more than to be pleased. But when both can happen when both of us can thoroughly enjoy ourselves as partners over the phone… why not do that?
The best thing so far about being a PSO (phone sex operator) (and yes, I know I probably don’t have to keep repeating that PSO=”phone sex operator” since it’s in the header of my blog, but the first time you use an acronym in an article you’re supposed to spell it out, and I CAN’T HELP IT)… what was I saying? Oh, right. The best thing so far about being a PSO (which now I don’t have to spell out) is figuring out how to articulate what I do. Not what phone sex is, but what I, specifically, do when doing this work. It took me a while to explain, even to myself. Remember the buzzards in Dumbo who all asked each other “What do you [read more...]
Today Is a series of firsts: first time to get a mani/pedi in the same day when I wasn’t prepping for a wedding, first time ever to mami/pedi/wax on one day, and first time ever to have it all paid for by someone I’ve never met in person. Oh, yes, and my first time to take pictures with the intention of selling them. I had a bunch of pictures before I started being a PSO, mostly from a 3-hour romp in the studio of Vivian Ronnelle, erotic photographer extraordinaire. And from my phone-cam, being naughty in random moments. I was stunned when picture packs I put together as an experiment started selling. Like… I’ve been making about $1 on pics for every $10-$20 of calls! [read more...]
The first thing I learned being a PSO is that I’m not good at being mean. I mean, I knew I wasn’t mean very often, but I kind of assumed that if I tried to be mean to someone who was asking for me to be mean to them, I’d manage to do okay at it. Not so much. The best I can do is kind of echo back phrases that people feed me, with minor variations. If I try to think of mean things to say, they just kind of bounce around in my head, unwilling to come out of my mouth. So when I’m asked to play Mean Mistress, I can do things like “Tell me what you want” and then whatever they [read more...]