Family Fun Phone Sex

November 28, 2009

I hate this! I was starting to think that it was getting to be all horrible calls all the time. When he asked me if I was into incest I think I’ve been trained to think, “oh that means you want to talk about me being a mommy fucking my toddlers”

Cause when I started the first guy to ask me if I was into incest wanted that and I made the mistake of feeling relieved. Like, of I was scared of pedo stuff, so incest, okay that’s easy. When I thought of incest I thought of Daddy/Daughter roll play, or Brother/Sister. I thought of ADULT family members. And yes, gross and wrong, totally. Though I don’t judge anyone who wants to act out that fantasy. And well, every call since that last one when guys have wanted to talk about incest it always involved a kid(s). That to me is like giving someone a heads up that your apartment is really really messy and failing to mention the biting dog that you house there as well.

Anyway, Finally I get a family fun call that I can handle. He wanted to be brother and sister. I was to be thirteen (hmmmm, iffy) and he was gonna be seventeen (that somehow made it better).

Just like any other phone sex conversation except I added big brother to everything, “Oh I love my big brothers big hard cock,” “Mmmm big brother! I want my big brothers cum all over my face,” “Cum all over you little sisters face Brother.”

It’s like we didn’t have names, he would respond to everything with, “Oh yes little sister!”

It seems kind of like a funny fetish to roll play, cause especially when done over the phone all you have to keep you in it is calling the other one by their relation to you and maybe adding in a few, “Oh, I hope Mom doesn’t catch us!” in there.

Anyway, this call was a bit of a relief, two adults pretending to be teen siblings having sex, seems like nothing in comparison.

Little Sister.MP3

I just thought of this song. Not that I’ve ever suspected Rufus and Martha of incest…. I’m mean come on… Rufus is the gay messiah.

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Sara Amateur

Apr 28, 2011

Like father, like son.

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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…