On the other end of the wire
There is a mutual self-deception agreement between the operator of the phone sex service and the client. The caller assumes that he is talking to his most secret fantasy — and the operator willingly plays this role.
The operator of phone sex should be able to understand what the client wants. But more importantly, he must decipher the unspoken desires. Those things that are too ridiculous, too scandalous or insulting to articulate them clearly. The operator must weave the indistinct mutterings of the client into a precisely detailed fantasy. This requires a vivid imagination, the ability to make decisions quickly, and above all, a deep understanding of human desires. What do we crave? Which words will bring the greatest effect? Which tone will most effectively penetrate under a person's underwear?
Phone sex is theater. A fake game of passions in real time, controlled by a skillful director, a game with only one possible ending.
1. I never thought that I would work in "phone sex". For years before, during customer service, they noticed my sexy voice. I thought he was professional, not sexy. This job is the same service. Only customers leave something other than just a smile.
2. My premiere was on Saturday at midnight. It was a gentleman who called himself Bob. He told me about his first sexual experience. He explained that he didn't have anyone he felt comfortable with, and I felt a strange closeness between us. I think it's easier to release repressed desires with a fictional person because there won't be any consequences in the real world.
3. I am a strong man who talks to women. They want me. They want me to talk to them and take them to another world. I can do it. A man for women. I'm talking to young women. I talk to older women. I speak both Spanish and English. They want me to meet and start living with them, but I only do phone conversations.
4. I came to "phone sex" because I thought: "Why not get paid for dirty talk, especially since I'm already doing it." It raises my self-esteem, knowledgeable guys look at my photos and want to talk to me.
5. I am 60 years old, I have a bachelor's degree in Cultural Anthropology, Columbia University, I have been married for the last 25 years. Men call me for a lot of reasons. I call it "operational stress relief." It's not sex — it's a coquetry of testosterone fueled by a penchant for pornography, loneliness and the need to hear a woman's voice. I earn twice as much as I did in the corporate world. I work from home, money transfers come to my bank account daily.
6. Harry was watching the show "The Strongest Man" and saw a woman lifting a motorcycle. I suggested:
"I can do this." He held his breath. "Can you?" "Yes. How much do you weigh?" "160 pounds" "I can handle two people like you." "Oh my God. I want to see how you lift my friend's car" "What's her car like?" "Mazda Miata" "Yes, I can. And I want to." "God. I want the girl to be inside" "It's simple. I lift the car, spin it around my head and your girlfriend screams in the front seat."
I can even refuse to earn money sometimes, so these conversations turn me on.
7. One of the most memorable calls was also one of the rudest. The fetishist called. He loved shit. Most of the time I avoid this topic, but that night I felt playful. So I got involved in the topic and taught him a lesson. To begin with, I'm a vegan. We had a little chat and he politely asked me to start. He wanted to hear the shit coming out of me. Then he wanted to eat it and lick me. During the story, what color it is and how soft, I mentioned that I came across a piece of asparagus that I didn't chew properly. I asked him to get and clean this piece for me. I made him laugh. He laughed so hard that he had to hang up the phone because he couldn't stay in captivity of his fantasy any longer.
8. For the client, when I just answer the call, I am an inanimate Barbie. They have no idea what I look like, who I am, or how I feel. They can only imagine. It's my job to indulge their fantasies, to convince them that I'm not a doll. I am their dream turned into reality. If they ask if I'm blonde, I become blonde. If they ask how wet I am, I tell them my panties are wet. I respond to every sound the client makes, I encourage them, I breathe life into their fantasies, I remove the doll from the flesh.
9. Just last night I received perhaps the most terrible call in a long time. The visitor shot himself during the conversation. It was definitely a shot, accompanied by the sound of a body falling with a thud to the floor. These things always scare me. My current track record reaches one confession of incestuous sexual abuse, a request to perform fellatio on my younger brother, and two other suicides.
10. There was a guy who wanted to be my puppy. He called me almost every week and we talked for over an hour, but I never knew what to say to him. I was talking about walking him and taking him to the vet. I don't even know if he liked it, because he was always silent.