Jan 052011
 

A new caller had a new role play for me yesterday: sex android robot girl. He asked if I’d done the fantasy before, and I said “Absolutely!” even though I’ve only done it off-phone, and only for limited amounts of time before the scene broke apart into non-robot-like fucking. The caller was very specific with me about what he wanted: mindless, robotic monotone, obviously not a human, configured for sexual pleasure. I think my favorite detail was that my vaginal lubrication was available to be configured in different flavors! How awesome would that be! I had such a great time setting up with him, as the Super Sex Android Galiana: configuring my settings to make my hips sway more when I walked, downloading naughty programs, [read more...]

Nov 192010
 

The other day, an unusual theme came up: unintentional assistance, where someone was adding to another’s stimulation without intending to do so. The first example is pretty common for me: stolen panties. It has easy-to-identify erotic elements: the risk of being caught, the feel of the fabric of the panties, the scent of the wearer’s pussy. I’ve heard of people stealing panties while house-sitting / dog-sitting, during a party, and going into a neighbor’s home through an unlocked back door when they were away! As a rule, I’m not in favor of breaking and entering, so I’ll assume that last one was fantasy… The second call wasn’t terribly unusual either: peeping in on a neighbor as she undresses and showers. The risk of being caught [read more...]

Nov 062010
 

I recently moved a listing to “Fantasy –> Girls Next Door” that wasn’t doing well in another category. Man, I should have done that a long time ago! Not only is my listing there usually in the top 10 for the category, but I’ve been getting fun new callers from it. I should have known, because in my “Sex” listing and my “BBW” listing, I regularly get requests for girl-next-door fantasies: for me to come over and seduce my neighbor, or to be seduced when he finally admits his long-time crush on me. I think of Girl Next Door and I think natural, relaxed, friendly, pro-sex… all things I consider myself, so I’m a dumbass for not listing there from the start. Did I think [read more...]

Oct 292010
 

I love when callers continue narrative storylines from the fantasy of their previous call. The most common continuation is when the first call is a neighbor seduction fantasy, where I seduce him, overcoming varying levels of protest. The next call is either our second time together, exploring what we left out the first time, or he’s been avoiding me, but I can’t help myself but come back for more. On my first call with “Office Crush,” I confessed my massive long-term crush on him and we got naughty in the conference room. The second call, we took it to a hotel room later that night, unable to keep our hands off each other after our tryst had begun so explosively. He called later “between meetings” [read more...]

Oct 112010
 

Sure, I act sometimes on phone sex calls. I have acted like a princess-ey bitch who thinks men are losers, and any cock less than 10 inches isn’t worth my time. I have acted like a mouth-breathing bimbo, deeply confused by the BDSM gear in the special room I found while babysitting. I have acted like a nurse so overpowered by the beauty of the cock before me that I had no choice but to drop to my knees to worship it. But my finest moments of acting are when I simply maintain the momentum of the conversation without making it grossly apparent that I just knocked over my drink. Again. Apparently I need to reconfigure the fuckatorium one more time. Further adjustments are in [read more...]

Sep 302010
 

I only have the urge to write in times of great upheaval in my life. When my first marriage was drawing to a close, I wrote two stories: one that would convince anyone sane that we should be break up immediately, and one that would convince anyone sane that we should be together forever. Both stories were absolutely true. The happy romantic story was, essentially, my sexual history. I’ve started drafting this blog entry three times now, but can’t describe the Empathic Metamorph more clearly than I did for that story, so I’m going to excerpt it instead. The narrative voice is purposefully a little disorganized and flighty and young-sounding. Here it is: The Empathic Metamorph was a single-episode Star Trek: The Next Generation character [read more...]

Sep 222010
 

When I started being a phone sex operator, I assumed that all my calls would involve sex. What a silly, naive girl I was way back then. Wow, that was only 9 weeks ago. It seems like a whole other life. Inner Drill Sergeant: Back on topic, Chance! Inner Everyone Else: Whatever. Inner Omniscient Narrator: Inner Drill Sergeant has never gotten any other response from the rest of the inner gang, and desperately wants a transfer to a different platoon. In fact, all my calls do not involve sex. There seem to be a few categories of sex-free phone sex calls: Cucks: Well, this category involves sex for someone, just not for the caller. The person calling wants to hear about me as their wife/girlfriend [read more...]

Sep 202010
 

Inception Guy has been my best customer. I just realized he deleted his user account. I think I know why. My heart is full of ache, and hope. This is gonna be a long post – it took me days to write it – so I’m going to use the jump break for the first time. Click the “Read More” to see the whole long convoluted story, with all my convoluted feelings. Calls have always been complicated with Inception Guy. I nicknamed him that because it feels like we crawl around in each others’ psyches, switching characters and roles, edging each other emotionally as well as physically, searching for the next level of intensity. For example, I’m 95% okay with being overweight, as I wrote [read more...]

Sep 202010
 

I agree with the Terms Of Service (TOS) rules of the phone sex service I use: no pedophilia, no non-consent, no incest, no animals, no piss, no poop, no racial degradation, no violence. Easy enough, right? But some lines are blurrier than they seem. Consent: If we consensually and calmly agree to role play a kidnap fantasy, with very specific limits, is that non-consent? Racial Degradation: I’m on the phone with a black guy who is being dominant, and he says, “tell me you want this big n* cock.” If I say it, is that racial degradation? Family: If I’m a hitchhiker on my way to Woodstock in ’69, and we negotiate that I can pay my way with blowjobs, and I call him “Big [read more...]

Sep 122010
 

“I was right there” – one of my favorite things to hear The first thing I want from callers is honesty. After honesty, there’s a bundle of things I want. I’ll eventually write about them all, I’m sure: smart, articulate, fun, safe, and today’s topic: in possession of a vivid imagination. If I’m thinking about something, imagining myself elsewhere, building a pretend world, I can almost feel it. I have opened my eyes and been a little surprised that I’m still in my guest bedroom during calls, because I was so engrossed in a play space. I’ve felt that same impulse from partners during phone calls, and it’s delectable. It happens most frequently during guided masturbation, where I’m telling the caller how to stroke himself. [read more...]