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Wow, You have a lot of ‘girlfriends’

I wonder if you can have a fetish for telling one type of sex worker about your escapades with other form of sex work.

I didn’t get too many words in chatting with todays caller (totally fine by me). All he seemed interested in doing was telling me about sex he would pay for. Well, he called all of these woman his girlfriends but they were clearly all stories about sex workers he just called them his girlfriends and left off the part at the end that goes, “And then I paid her and she left.

He would ask me all of these question like, have you even given someone head in a car? I would respond with a yes and then he would go into a story about how he met one of his girlfriends when he was driving down the street, he saw her there and pulled over and she just came in the car and started sucking him off.

Or, do you like getting spanked? I would respond with a yes and he would launch into another story about one of his girlfriends and how she loves to be spanked.

It went on like this for 20 minutes. Until he finished and other one of his stories and I said to him, “Wow, your a lucky guy with all those ladies after you.”

“Yeah, they just love me. Just like you do right sweetheart.”

Yes, just as much as they do I’m sure.

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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…