It’s been a little while. I’ve been logging in and all of that. I’ve been getting voice messages since I started from a super sub named Anthony. He mumbles a lot and calls me princess. And he has a really creepy giggle. Last night, I exchanged many voice messages with a really cool guy named Edward. He was so nice, and easy to talk to. He told me that he just got out of a relationship and was hoping to regain his confidence after being cheated on. We talked about our lives, nothing explicit at all. I made sure to compliment him to help him regain his confidence. He had a slight lisp, but he was a really great guy. I really enjoyed our exchanges because of this, and we’ve made plans to talk to each other again tonight.
Last week I had a guy call me claiming to be Steve Coogan. You know, British actor, played Octavius in Night at the Museum? Yeah. It may well have been. His voice sounded similar, and he wasn’t the typical wanker. (Wanker=guy who calls and talks for 2-3 minutes. I get a lot of them.) I enjoyed talking to him, whether he is who he says he is or not. We had conversation, and then whe it turned sexual it wasn’t as rude as it is with other people. Our talk went back and forth from sexual to normal, and it was interesting. He really had a thing for anal though, but I guess there’s weirder fetishes. We spent a whopping 1 hour and 30 something minutes on the phone, so I made good money. Honestly, I just don’t care if he’s Steve Coogan or Steve the Taxi Driver. It was a good conversation and I made good money. A huge relief from the wankers that command me to moan before they even learn my name!
I do much better with the accents, but I still have trouble if they’re MUMBLING. When I get a mumbler I just sort of guess or say yes or moan or something. Then I start surfing the internet. I hate the callers that just want me to moan! The very first moan is actually a huge converted sigh. Then I make really stupid, bored faces as I make all those stupid sounds and divert my attention to the internet. The worst thing about them is that if I do it for several minutes I get lightheaded. I swear, someday I’ll pass out. Oh! And I have HUGE trouble with Scottish/ Irish accents. They’re a lot harder than British accents.
This job is just so interesting. Most people are calling for a quick wank, or to explore their fantasies. But some people will talk to you because they’re lonely. Maybe because they’ve had rough luck with girls and need a boost of confidence. Some guys will fall in love with you, and totally lose it when you can’t be what you want them to. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to say “I love you” in the middle of a perfectly boring strictly sex call. It sort of makes me sad that these guys have to call me, a sex operator, and pay to talk to a beautiful girl, or hear someone express some sort of affection for them.
But in some cases, like Edward, I genuinely enjoy th conversation and that I’m helping someone. The entire time we talked, I had a warm, genuine smile on my face. I developed a sincere affection for Edward. I’m not in love with him, but I genuinely hope that he will be happy and that life will go well for him. I realize I’m a sex operator and not a soup kitchen worker, but I really enjoy when I can help someone to feel better about themselves or be less lonely. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. And that’s something I never expected.
One Girl's Journey into the World of Phone Sex 