Well Yes… I do Like Taking Walks On The Beach

My phone rings and it’s the dispatcher putting me through to a gentleman, she tells me, “He’s sweet, he’s like 36 and lives at home with his Mom.”

So, he orders 10 minutes.

He asks me if I like taking walks on the beach. We talk about how if he was my boyfriend he would love to take me for walks on the beach.

Now, I wasn’t really in the mood to be taking this call. He was totally harmless, but the general rule is to chat for as long as you can before you start getting hot and heavy to make the calls last longer and get more money.  Cause even if they just order 10 minutes, if you don’t start really getting into things until 6 or so minutes along they will probably order more time so that they can finish.

I was more in the mood to finish at 10 minutes. So I ask him, “yeah, I would love to go for walks on the beach with you, what would you like to do to me on the beach?”

But he was still to sweet, “I would kiss you.”

“Oh yeah, where would you kiss me?”

“I would give you a kiss on your cheek…. and then maybe on your mouth. Do you like flowers?”

And then he went into telling me all about how he would bring a picnic to the beach for me and he would bring me a red rose too.

He was sweet in a way that made me feel so sad for him. He sounded lonely.

Well we finally got going, it was tender, vanilla, boyfriends and girlfriend sex on this beach by our picnic, but I was getting my job done and it would soon be over.

Two minutes to go, “Are you gonna cum for me? Where do you wanna cum?”

Then I hear my computer, I’ve gotten an instant message from the dispatcher.

“I wanna cum inside of you.”

“Yeah, you wanna cum inside of me,” I read my instant message and, “Your gonna cum right inside of… me…. Oh, I’m sorry… your card has been declined. I have to let you go.”

Yup… well, that was an awkward moment.

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  1. PERFECT! Pitch perfect.

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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…