tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63307172011-04-30T19:17:24.556-04:00the musings of a phone sluttarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1087502209817914932004-06-17T15:56:00.000-04:002004-06-17T15:56:49.816-04:00

Awoke to a parking ticket for parking in front of my house this morning - $25 for not having a pass yet, despite the fact that my neighbor tried to get a pass last week and was informed that we need one on our street, only the one that adjoins. Fuckers. I wrote a letter and attached a copy of my pay stub showing that the address on the ticket matches mine. Was also late for my day job because

tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1080759280371308502004-03-31T13:54:00.000-05:002004-03-31T13:58:17.263-05:00

when i first started taking calls i had no restrictions. i honestly felt that i could disconnect enough in almost any situation and not let it effect me, but i don't think i feel that way now. the receptionist sends me a caller - his notes say something about him being into underage girls, which generally means you'll do some kind of role play scenario where you're 15 or 16. she also told me

tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1079628193370552152004-03-18T11:43:00.000-05:002004-03-18T11:46:32.466-05:00

holidays are always unpredictable, as far as work flow goes. sometimes it can be super busy because everyone is out, getting drunk, getting horny, getting depressed, and wanting to get off. other times i guess it's difficult for guys to sneak off, get away from the family for a minute for some alone time, which i guess is why we get so many calls from guys about to drop the signal on their

tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1077655635221601982004-02-24T15:47:00.000-05:002004-02-24T15:50:02.936-05:00

[borrowed from nakedloftparty] As a sex writer I've been granted access to a lot of state-of-the-art porn, the balance of it overwhelmingly anal. But assholes are bullshit: mere assfucking ain't enough anymore. Ready at any moment to plunge into rectal prolapse, the asshole now has to gape to proportions that would make a proctologist blush. Our barely-legal starlet is routinely expected to suck

tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1076955722695283902004-02-16T13:22:00.000-05:002004-02-16T13:24:39.640-05:00

1. guys who are into panties are real into them, and end up knowing way more about them than i do. french cut, bikini, brazillian, string... if i wouldn't have spent xmas 2000 working at a bikini store, i'd probably know jack shit besides color and fabric. 2. i got the be a prison bitch the other day. i'm aware that this fantasy exists, but in the nine months that i've been taking calls, i've

tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1076527768080280062004-02-11T14:29:00.000-05:002004-02-11T14:31:58.060-05:00

i was scheduled for a training session this weekend to improve my dominatrix skills, but mostly my trainer and i talked about current events and things happening in our daily lives. she said she felt confident, after listening to samples of my calls, that i know what i'm doing. i told her that i felt fairly comfortable with the dom stuff, with the exception of the romantic, sensual dom calls. i

tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1075414858175793042004-01-29T17:20:00.000-05:002004-02-24T15:50:39.983-05:00

last night i had two calls with one of my favorite odd callers. he likes to make up hypothetical situations and asks lots of follow-up questions regarding my responses. i've never been one of those people who is good at thinking up questions for other people, but i love when someone fires them off at me. i'm not sure why this is, it's not as though i enjoy getting the third degree, i guess it

tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1075236455602108492004-01-27T15:47:00.000-05:002004-01-27T15:49:44.780-05:00

on saturday night i had to put a caller on my "don't do" list. there are fewer than a handful on the list, but this man, this fucking wack-job, is now at the top of it. because i have no general restrictions on calls i take, there is always a chance that one may make me uncomfortable. i can deal with many things, i remain fairly open-minded regarding most callers with the hope that, by acting

tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1074716364136989632004-01-21T15:19:00.000-05:002004-01-21T15:21:25.420-05:00

it never fails to amuse me when a caller says something like, "you MUST be hot because you sound too damn good not to be!". while i'm certainly not the cliche of an overweight middle aged housewife, there are girls with my company who are, and they have been fooling these guys with their beautiful voices and amazingly tolerant personalities for years. amazingly tolerant with customers, anyway. i

tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1074546997828585832004-01-19T16:16:00.000-05:002004-01-19T16:18:36.466-05:00

i tried to explain the disconnect to my last boyfriend type person, but i don't think he ever really got it. he did not quite understand where my phone personna ended and i began, and how those individuals could be such drastically different people. i mean, we are, but we aren't. when i made the decision to be mostly "out" about being a phone sex worker, i knew that certain people would never

tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1074277812898027132004-01-16T13:30:00.000-05:002004-01-16T13:32:07.200-05:00

my callers all hated me last night. i dont get hung up on often [well, except for the guys who just hang up when finished] and im usually aware that i did a pretty good job on a call, but something last night was just off. it was a slow night to begin with, and having three guys hang up on me less than 4 minutes into our "conversation" just leaves me feeling a bit inadequate somehow. generally,

tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1074188731622387282004-01-15T12:45:00.000-05:002004-01-15T12:47:24.200-05:00

it occurred to me last night that i am no good with the sensual, romantic callers. i can play an angry nurse diapering the ass of a grown man pretending to be a toddler, but i cannot pretend to give a fuck. i can freely dish out contempt and hostility, fire off a round of naughty words or pretend to be a frightened little girl. i can describe a blowjob and recite my description while writing,

tarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06353138796433279811noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330717.post-1074115390769128992004-01-14T16:23:00.000-05:002004-01-14T16:25:02.576-05:00

for a while i had this regular caller who wanted me to humiliate him, make him my personal whore and tell him how i would make him service all of my large, black, male friends. he would squeal with delight and fuck himself on command with a large dildo covered in ben gay, oinking and fucking himself like a happy little piggy until the heat became unbearable, and then he would hang up. these

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