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Alright, so a night or so ago was my first night. I logged about an hour total of talk time, I think. I already discussed how awful I was! (Read the last post.) I was laughing mostly at myself at the time.

Well now, I’m experiencing what apparently all new PSO’s experience– dread. I just plain do not want to log in, and I’m digging in my heels. They say it goes away after a week or two, so I’m going to keep pushing. My company requires a minimum of 10 hours a week, which is what I’m going to hit. I’m not going to lose my contract over beginner’s jitters!

I just feel so silly, flirting with these men and lying to them while they manhandle their manmeat. Yeah, I know it’s the job! But I’m not really great at seperating myself and my character. I definitely have a character– she sounds really sweet and innocent, but (OBVIOUSLY) has a bit of a naughty side. Nothing too extreme, it’s my first time haha.

It’s just that while this girl’s voice is coming out of my mouth all frilly and pink, there’s a sarcastic and very realistic ME in the back of my brain, speperated only by a very fragile curtain. And when the young and exceptionally inexperienced girl in control of my mouth does her thing the real ME sits behind that curtain, brain buzzing at twice the normal rate, even when the dimwit running my mouth freezes.

I’m one of the best procrastinators in the world, but I refuse to show off my skills for this! I do better when I have a set goal so I can say in my head “Just do this much more, and you can quit for the rest of the day!” so I’ve figured out that if I log in for an hour and a half each day, I’ll have 10 hours and 30 minutes at the end of the week. And I don’t even have to work an hour and a half all at once! Even though the first time flew by, I might log in for 45 minutes, log out to take a break, and then log another 45. It’s just a matter of staying motivated and knowing that the carrot in front of my nose in within reach.

I really believe that after I get the swing of it, I might actually like this. Or at least be good at it, because I know I can be. I’m creative, I’m already doing well with not talking too fast (I AM Southern, after all), and I’ve had sex before haha. And I can talk a little about something I’m not really into, although I do need to do some more reading on licking somone’s asshole. There’s something I’ve never done, and then when some guy switched from fucking me in the ass to telling me to lick his asshole I was a little perplexed.

Do not go thinking this job is easy! I mean, I saw other people saying that but being the cocky little shit I am I didn’t really think I had TOO much to fear. Serious lapse of judgement on my part. But I think that if you put effort into it and don’t take it too seriously, you CAN be good at it, and that’s what I’m aiming for. Please, wish me luck. And when you’re in need of jerky converstion filled with awkward pauses, please just call



I just was logged in for over an hour, and it went so fast! I had several calls, all of which were quite short. They say that three beeps means they ran out of time, and one long one means they pretty much hated you. I’m starting to think three beeps actually means they hated you! According to the beeps, every one of them ran out of time pretty quickly.

My gosh! This was my first time logging in and such. They approved my recordings, but my profile hasn’t been approved yet so I wasn’t sure I’d get calls. I did though! And let me tell you, I’m jumping on a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. I thought I’d be nervous, but I wasn’t! However, there were several times where I just froze and sat here making awkward grimacing faces because I thought I sounded stupid or couldn’t think of anything to say.

Kill me now! I expected it to be like this, I was prepared. I tried to think of all the different things I could say or ask so I’d be prepared. Yowza! Stop and go. Like the way new drivers drive in movies. VROOM! SCREECH! VROOM!  SCREECH! I know you just have to stick with it and keep trying, and that the only way to get better is to practice, so I’m going to sign back in after a little break. It’s hot in my bedroom, I’m thirsty, and my dog needs to go out.

One of my other difficulties is hearing. First of all, even in person, I have trouble understanding people. My hearing is perfect, but sometimes, between my brain and my ear something gets lost, so I stand there and go “Huh?” like an idiot. You can’t do that on the phone! You have to be cute and say “I’m sorry?” or “Could you repeat that?”. Well, maybe you don’t have to, but I do. I sound like a 12 year old, honest to God, so I’m in a cute 18’s category. Anyway. First of all, they speak sort of softly because your voice naturally lowers when you’re turned on. Second, their voices are muffled somewhat because they’re breathing funny or beating it. Third, they’re British. So far the accents haven’t been awful at all, but it’s one more factor.

It’s hilarious in a way though. I tell them that I’m just wearing my underwear, which is currently a lacy pink bra and panty set, because it’s so early here. I told one guy I had woken up after a dirty dream and couldn’t sleep. In actuality… I’m wearing a black tee shirt that’s covered in pet hair, with my 38DD tits flopping loose underneath. (This is known, like when guys go without underwear, as “Free ballin’ “) I tell them I’m a 36D, because these things are just too big, ESPECIALLY for a supposed 18 year old with the voice of a 6th grader. Below that, I’m wearing Metallica ‘Ride the Lightning’ men’s pajama pants, which are blue with electric chairs, lightning, and the Metallica logo all over. They’re baggy and oversized and come complete with a button fly. Fo realz. Underneath that I’m wearing some very unsexy bikini cut cobalt blue cotton undies because as I like to say “The red tide is coming.”

Off topic. I think the whole “Red Tide” thing is a hilarious way of saying I’m bleeding out of my vag. The red tide is where all of this plankton breeds and goes crazy, and the population skyrockets, which kills all the fish and makes the water where the plankton is look red. You’re not supposed to eat shellfish (i.e. CLAMS) at this time. TELL ME that’s not funny. Sorry, I have a crude and twisted sense of humor.

Also, my hair (which is not honey blonde, but naturally reddish blonde, currently dyed black) is tangled and pulled back into a very messy bun. My toenails are painted red, not pink. Pink is sweet, girly, and sort of virginal. It’s innocent. Clearly, I’m not, since I’m doing this job. Red is my favorite color, and it’s a sinful one. Red is a color of vitality, strength, and power. It’s very passionate– it represents love, sex, and anger. Bad good girl 18 year olds that sound like they’re only allowed to watch PG movies are not ‘red’ girls.

Anyway. I realize this particular blog entry is completely random and insane, but it happens. I just want to say that I’m really glad that I work for a no taboo company! So far the worst I’ve gotten was someone wanting to put it in my ass. I’ve done anal, and if I’m horny enough I like it. But I just think it’s rude to want to stick it in my butt without paying any attention to my clit, my pussy, or my orgasm first! 😀

So there you go. A not very detailed account of my first hour, and way too much info on what the real Me is doing, thinking, and feeling. I wonder if it would freak them out to know that behind the sweet, naughty girl they talk to is a crass bad girl with a brain more inflated than their engorged cocks that laughs and rolls her eyes at the whole exchange? (When she’s not cringing and floundering for something to say.) Don’t get me wrong! I don’t think I’m better than them. I don’t look down on them. But I feel like a fool after saying certain things. And honestly, saying ‘wow’ after they tell me they’re about six inches is dumb. Maybe, for the most part, everything IS bigger in Texas.   

I’ll write more soon, you can count on that. I haven’t posted very frequently, but that’s because there was nothing to post! Now I’m in business, so you can exepct to hear a lot from me!

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