My Life as Phone Sex Operator - Part 3
By Kelly Taylor. Posted on .
I remember vividly, one rainy, lonely Friday night, several years ago. It seemed the relationship with my real-life boyfriend was on the fast-track to destruction, for many reasons. When I was working and on the phone with callers, I was all fun; meanwhile, our relationship at home felt empty and devoid of any connection. I started to realize that we had no fantasies, no passion, and being together just wasn’t fun anymore.
You like to think you can separate life from fantasy, but a person remains who they inherently are even when you do this type of work. Men, as well as women, like to be flirted with, teased, and excited, whether it is a brand-new, or many-year, relationship. I believe that when that connection is lost, people can start to separate, move on, or have affairs. Sometimes they isolate themselves from their partner, and start to have a secret, private side that no one except for me, as the phone sex operator who takes their calls, knows about.
I was feeling pretty down and quite alone on this particular night. I decided to pop bottle of wine, take a hot bath and listen to some music as I took calls. My phone rang as I was sipping my glass of wine. It was a man named Jim. He said I sounded like a fun girl, and I perked up right away. Suddenly that loneliness started to fade away. I said of course I am a fun girl! I am having some wine, listening to good music and now, I had him with whom to talk!
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He gave a hearty laugh and said, guess what? I AM having some wine, too, listening to good music and now talking to YOU. He had a very charming, articulate voice, I found his laugh to be enticing and it all of this made it very easy for me to flirt with him. He told me his wife no longer had sexual interest in him and he needed something, anything, even just a connection by telephone. He saw my ad in the newspaper days ago, and he finally had gotten the nerve to call. He asked what I looked like, and I began to describe in slow detail my striking red hair, very green/gold eyes, my lips and clear smooth skin. I began to describe my breasts, light Pink nipples that only get hard from being touched. I described how I keep my little love box nice and trimmed. Jim started to tell me what he looked like; in my mind he was already sexy, sexy, and sexy. He told me that he was tall, had smooth skin, clean shaven, and was well-endowed. He began to tell me that he was fantasizing of being right there with me. He described how he would take my beautifully pedicured toes against his lips first.
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