Sex at the office

Fortunately at the moment my office is my apartment, more to the point hanging out in my bed. Reading, working on my laptop etc. Unfortunately I was so geared up for me to do absolutely nothing and see absolutely no one for the foreseeable future that when I sent in my schedule it very much reflected that. I pretty much work every night, all night and into the morning.

I was not thinking at all of a lovely man that lives out of town that I see every so often when he does come into town, but it is never planned more than a, “hey are we both free tonight,” message. I saw he was in town and was hoping he still would be for my night off the next day, but he was leaving and only had that night.

His text to me, “Hey. How about some phone sex… minus the phone.” Perfect. He is one of my favorite people to see. He’s fascinating and I always love whatever we end up talking about and spending time with him.

It was pretty slow that night anyway…

Oh, well I said yes, under the caveat that he is more than welcome but if I happen to get  a call that would make me ashamed to look at him I was going to go and take it in the bathroom while he plugged his ears! Luckily I only got 2 calls that night and they were both perfectly acceptable for the other ears in the room.

He certainly helped the time go by faster until we could fall asleep as the sun was coming up and provided some great inspiration. In short, I recommend visitors. Phone sex is a way better job with another lovely real life person in the room with you.

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The fictional play is based on a blog I wrote while working as a phone sex operator and I did that job over 15 years ago.

The blog you’re looking now.

Even then friends thought phone sex was kind of light and fluffy – how can there be any money in that? It already seemed old fashioned. A friend told me, he assumed I must have been lying and just didn’t want to admit that I was camming. I think that says more about what he was googling than where the money is in online sex work. 

I wasn’t lying and it wasn’t light and fluffy. You might assume now – 15 years later – phone sex… NOW it must be old fashioned. It must be a thing of the past like your  landline – the things that people wanted to talk about then they still want to talk about now. They are the things that often (hopefully) the closest you get to them are only in your mind. 

The blog was bad. It is bad… I’m cringing while rereading it now.

It was anonymous. My daily views were like zero to two. I sent it to a couple of friends who just expressed their concern for me and how they read some of it, but they weren’t able to keep reading it. 

One day, my phone was going a little berserk, and I was getting notification after notification. I freaked out. I went online and I saw that a more popular blog had found mine and reblogged it and in less than 24 hours it had been viewed like over 10K times. I logged on and I made it private so that no one could look at it. I know 10K doesn’t seem viral by today’s standards… I mean, I posted my mom on Tiktok and she got over 8 million – but it was different then and at the time, 10K in a day was way too much. Why put something online, if all you do once people look at it is hide it? I wrote quickly and badly. And I was writing honestly… and honestly… I…