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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.

I was logged in for 3 hours yesterday, and it was SLOW. I only had a little over 80 minutes of talk time. Got some weird calls, too.

First up, we have a super vanilla call. I can’t even remember the guy’s name. Basically we made small talk for several minutes, then he asked me how big my bed is. He wanted me to pretend he was in bed with me. He asked if I would like it if he kissed my forehead, my left cheek, my right cheek, the tip of my nose, my chin… then he wanted me to take off my shirt and shorts, and he kissed my toes and worked his way up. He jumped from inner thighs to belly button, then asked me if I wanted him to hold my hand or my breast. Which breast? (This guy was very into left and right haha) Anyway we kissed and stuff and made tender love and that was about it. Thank you, goodbye.

Then… I had a 10 minute call. We talked for maybe two minutes. He wanted me to make noise for him. So for the remainder of the call, I’m making stupid noises into the phone and wondering if I should ask if he’s still there, etc. Occasionally I can hear a small noise. Anyway, the call ends like this: *Stupid noises from me* — *Toilet flushing* — CLICK. That made me crack up laughing.

Then… I got a call from a guy named Thomas. He was ridiculous. He wanted me to deep throat my dildo. (I don’t have a dildo, I have a vibrator. If I want penetration, I find a man.) So anyway, I grab a dry erase marker off my computer desk, because he wants to hear it. I make a few sucking sounds, do a couple pretend gags, and talk with my mouth partially closed for that ‘mouthful of cock’ effect. He digs it, who knows why. Then he tells me to rape myself. How do you propose I do that? He wants me to shove my whole hand and arm into my vag. Riiiiiiiiiiiight. So, I do. And he says ‘Harder.’ Honestly, a large part of our phone call went down like this:

Me: Unh! *Also known as ‘stupid noise’*
Thomas: Harder.
Repeat. 20,000 times.

And he’d have me stop when he thought I was gonna come and I’d go back to dildo deep throating. And somewhere in all of this, he tells me to tell him I love him. I love you! “No, tell me you love me!” I love you Thomas! Repeat about 12 times. “Now say you’re a prostitute” I’m a prostitute! “Say it.” I’m a prostitute! “Again” I’m a prostitute! “Again” You get the idea. Then– “Say it five times.” So I do. “Five times again” and I do it again. Thomas is refreshingly silent. Then he asks if I enjoyed that, and promises to call me back.

I had two short and straight to the point calls. The first called and first thing he said was ‘Make some noises for me.’ So I obliged. After that was a guy who said “Tell me how you’d suck my cock” first thing. I give a few details, then it’s over.

Sunday, bloody Sunday. Arg.    

I really feel sorry for the ones who call me and just want to act out a typical scenario between a girlfriend and boyfriend. They must be so lonely! I’m always nice to them. It seems like the biggest losers are the ones who call me and want me to say both I love you, and something along the lies of me being a dirty slut or a prostitute. They’re all mumblers and mouth breathers.  

Anyway, we’ll see what happens when I log in later today! Until then enjoy.