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Gotta Pay The Bills Right? / What The Hell is K9?

The only answer for, “What is K9?” seems to be, yes it is exactly what you think it is. I had a call from a guy that started with us chatting online. He was telling me that he was scared to call because he was from France and didn’t speak much English (don’t they have their own Phone Sex lines in France?). Well I reassured him that it would be fine, we got most of the information down while we were chatting online cause he could type English just fine by me. He wanted to make sure I would be okay with K9. And bring on the frantic Googling…. nothing, I can’t find anything. I log on to Fet Life (FetLife is a FREE Social Network for the BDSM & fetish community. Similar to Facebook and mySpace but run by kinky people for kinky people. fetlife.com) ad search for this fetish and still nothing, apparently no one on Fet Life is into k9. Well, he cleared things up for me when he was adding to the description of his fantasy. Okay, bestiality.

Bestiality: Sexual relations between a human and an animal.

And yes K9 is specifically… with dogs. Sex with dogs.

In Mr France and mine experience even more specifically German Sheparts (when growing up my family always had a german shepherd, hence this was the first dog to come to mind. And no, I have done some gross thing but not gross like this, me and the dogs have never been anything more than great chums).

So, this was my first bestiality call and for that matter my first bestiality experience of any kind, big day for me. Sadly on top of that, his English was really bad. All he could say, or perhaps all he was willing to say was, “ohhhh yes, magnifique!” (insert parisian accent). It was basically a monologue. Phone Sex monologues are not fun, it’s at least easier to play off someone, but when you are trying to come up with things to say about a subject that you know little of (dog fucking), it’s even harder if you aren’t getting anything back.

Whatever, lovely man, interesting time and a good challenge and I’m happy to say that Mr. France did have a very good time and had no clue that he was actually popping my k9 cherry. A cherry I would have been fine to never pop, but regardless after some of the other phone calls I have had so far it’s kind of like…. as long as you don’t want to fuck some one or watch someone be fucked that is younger than 13 years old your fucking VANILLA.

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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…