I'm No Slut!

I spoke to Sarah after work Sunday night about what happened with Dan. She claimed that she is in love with him and that they are dating now. It was hard to say too much when we do what we do. I think she just got the fantasy part mixed up with reality. Whatever! I am done with that job as soon as I can find another one. I do want to keep doing what I am doing, but I want to do it from home I think. That way it is a lot safer and I can avoid fucked up situations like what happened between Sarah and Dan. Bad week...

Sucking Dan's Dick

I sit next to a nice but slutty girl - Sarah. I mean she really is slutty, not just for pretend. She will go out and meet a guy in a club and take him home and fuck him. Then she comes back and tells us all about it. I will admit it does turn me on to think about but the safety issues and all keep me from doing anything so wild. Last night about midnight it slowed down and she got up for a break. I was thumbing through a magazine when I heard Dan moaning from the other room. WTF I'm thinking. This perve is jacking off or something while listening to the other girl (there were 3 of us last night). I get up slowly and quietly and peak toward his room and see Sarah on her knees in front of him blowing him. No shut door - nothing! I don't think shit like that happens even in strip clubs. I think he wanted us to see it. I really fucking hope we get set up at home or I'm finding a more reputable sex phone job.

Novelty Item

My job sometimes make me so horny (high five to 80s music) and without a boyfriend it gets tough and “frustrating.” The old finger method is an option, but in the technological world of today I thought I would try out something new, something that I have only heard about. You guessed it – a vibrator. I looked online, but I couldn’t really tell what “worked” well and what didn’t. There were some reviews, but I was sure the vibes that brought the webmasters the most money got the highest reviews. After being disappointed with the Internet I decided to try my neighborhood sex shop. I have been to the Inserection store on Peachtree a couple of times before to buy gag gifts for friends bachelorette parties, but never for a real item for me. When I went into the store I was the only female except for a Goth looking girl at the counter. Most of the guys in there were middle aged men and I immediately felt out of place. I could feel their eyes undressing me as I walked around and looked at the 50 foot long wall of “novelty items.”
You would think that this wouldn’t be odd to me since I do what I do, but remember it is easy to be someone else on the phone. There I was all me. I spent half an hour watching guys go through a dark door in the back of the store to a place that was emanating fucking sounds. Glory hole central back there I guess. Anyway, after a long while the Goth girl came over and asked me if she could help. She really made me feel comfortable so I just told her that I wanted a really good vibe that worked. She knew what I meant and showed me a few of her favorites. After a few more minutes I decided on the jack rabbit. This thing has a giant phallus and ears that vibrate at super sonic speeds. The ears stimulate the little guy on top and the phallus, well, it goes inside.
I took my new toy home and I would like to tell you more but this is a family blog. Anyway, it was a dream comes true. OMG!!!

The Date

I teased you all with a date, but didn’t mention it again so I guess I better do so now (Thanks for the reminder Bab). We started out by going to eat at a bar & grill type place and then going back to the bar were I ran into him the other night. He seemed to know everyone in the place. He was a great gentleman when the date started and I had those thoughts in my head that girls get about how this “thing” could really work out and he just might be the kind of guy I would like to be with for a while. The date went south after about six beers (six for him, and about two for me). He became loud and rude. Then he just wanted to watch the game on the TV and yell with the other guys. The date went ok I guess except that I had to find my own way home and he was more into partying and getting drunk that getting to know me. Normal college guy I guess. I’m not mad because it is just who he is right now, but there won’t be another date. If things had gone better I would probably doing to him for real what I pretend to do on the phone. It is hard to talk dirty all the time with no sexual outlet.

Do Me and Cum on my Face - Not !!!

If a guy walked up to me on the street and asked me if he could stick his dick in my ass and fuck me really hard and them cum on my face I would slap him or report him to the police. But in this really odd imaginary world of phone sex I just giggle and go “ohhh, yeahh baby. I would love that. I love dick in my ass and the taste of cum. Mmmmm.” I’ve never had from the back so I don’t know if I would love it, but I am in no hurry to find out. Also, I don’t like the taste of a man’s release. I don’t know any girls that do. If they did it would be much easier for guys to get head. They would be giving it every day to guys all over the place. I just thought that the separation between reality and fantasy was interesting.

'Bout Time He Called

So, the guy finally calls. How many days has it been since we almost hooked up? Maybe because I didn’t let him do me or blow him he thinks that I’m not worth the extra effort. Or maybe he is playing one of those stupid games where guys will wait a certain number of days before calling. I don’t get it. Anyway, we are going out tonight to see a show band near Virginia Highlands. Sounds like fun. Wish me luck.

Do us Both !!!

Here’s another interesting one. Most guys and the very rare girl call to let out steam and to get off to their most hidden fantasy. I get some crazy calls, but for what they are paying me I play along. I figure I am helping some poor soul play out their fantasy and keeping a few crazies from going over board with their desires. Get it out you know. It is always just one person on the other end until Saturday night when I nice sounding couple called me. They said they were in their early thirties and in good shape and went on describing their features. She was an “unnatural” blond with blue eyes while he was a tall guy in good shape. They sounded very intelligent on the phone. Their fantasy was to pick me up in a bar and take me home where she would kiss me for a long time while we slowly undressed each other. He would watch while masturbating before finally joining in. I was on the speaker and they both talked to me as I talked to them. This was the first call where the other side was actually having sex with another person. I think they really enjoyed the call and they said they would call back. In the end I kinda felt left out.

I Met a Guy

I ran into a guy in a club in Buckhead a couple of nights ago. I was in a class with him last semester and we would make small talk and do the simple flirting thing. It was just one of those things were you liked each others company but figured it wouldn't go anywhere past the class. When I ran into him things changed. It was almost midnight and we both had a few drinks in us which really does make things easier. After a while of talking we started making out. I don't really even remember how it started, but it did and I was so hot. He had his hands on my side and kept moving them slowly from the tops of my things the area beside my breasts. OMG!!!
I wanted to take him back to my apartment and let him do all those crazy things the guys want me to do that call. Of course I didn't, but I wanted to. He asked me to go home with him, but I refused. I did give him my number and now I am waiting for him to call.

Oh, Hi Mom

My job may make you think that I come from a broken family where I was molested or something terrible like that. The truth is that I come from a very normal middle class family with no skeletons (that I know of anyway). We are as average as the bunch you see in the mini-van on your way to work. So... When my mom surprised me last week I was not ready to answer the question, "Where is it that you are working now?"
She looked at me funny when I stumbled over my words and told her had a telemarketing job.
"Oh, that's nice. What are you selling? Do you make people mad when you call them?" She asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"Uh, no mom, I uhh. They call me"
"Oh. What are they calling you for?"
I could have answered by telling her that they call and talk to me about blowjobs, anal sex, toe sucking, interracial sex, orgies, leather boots, etc.; but I decided to skip all of that. "I process new credit cards." Damn good answer!

Telecommuting Sex Phone Girl

Dan has been talking about finding a way for us to work from home. Some of the larger companies do it like that. I think that I would be more comfortable working from my own apartment instead of Dan’s. He can listen in on our calls and I wonder what he is doing in the other room with the door closed while he listens to us talk dirty. It is also odd talking nasty with other girls nearby, but a little bit of a turn on listening to them sometimes. Anyway, wish me luck. I hope I can get out of the tight place soon and work from home. Wouldn’t that be great to telecommute to my college job?

It Isn't Real - you know?

I think that most guys that look at porn, go into a strip club, even flirt with a girl in a restaurant know that it is all a game - it isn't real. Somehow though I am stuck with regulars that seem to be falling in love with me. This would seem to be the most victimless "adult" business ever conceived, but it is not. The victims are not the girls. They are the poor guys that call every night because they don't have anyone else to talk to. There are the guys that never get very dirty, but just want to talk about their day. They talk about the asshole at work, or their bad traffic, or whatever; but rarely talk about sex topics. But since I am the closest thing to a real relationship it does occasionally get sexual, but even then it is the kind of sex that a person has with someone they love. While most guys want to talk about banging me in the ass or hear me make sucking sounds these sad men talk about smelling the perfume and holding my warm skin against their bodies. I imagine they are ugly, or social nerds, but the fact is that they would make some girl a nice friend. I try to encourage them and let them know that they are great to boost their confidence.