Call Emily - Diary of a Phone Sex Girl

Goodbye my Lovers

2006-07-23T04:56:00.000-07:00

I quit this job a few months ago, but out of curiosity I visited it again today. I was surprised to see that so many people found my days as a phone sex girl interesting. The fact now is that I'm getting laid a lot more now in real life and by a great guy. I didn't hook up with any of my callers. I met a great guy while on vacation in key west florida and moved in with him a few weeks later in his key west apartment. He is a web designer and computer geek that just happens to have a great body and a wonderful sense of humor. I'm happy and loving life. Wish me luck.
Em

NO FREE SEX FOR YOU !!!

2005-10-11T09:59:00.000-07:00

I don't know what it is with callers wanting a "freebie" when they call? I don't do this because I get off on it, not really. I have to make a living and I'm sure not going to give away the fantasy for free. Phone sex is not a need, it is only a want. Wants can wait until you have the money. For goodness sake - charge it on your credit card like everyone else!

I'm Back

2005-10-05T12:49:00.000-07:00

I'm back now. Sorry for the delay. I do this sex phone job thing to pay my way through school. The issue now is that school is taking way too much of my time. I'm still managing to get in a few simulated blow jobs a week and ass fuckings, but I am so beat by the end of the night I just want to lay on my bed and veg out to Letterman. My time is being taken up by this super asshole professor that for whatever reason believes that his class is the most important thing to exist in the history of higher education. I was thinking that if I could get him on the phone maybe I could blackmail him for a good grade.
For now I'm so tired that I am tempted to tell my next caller that I have a headache.

I'm Coming to Town - Let's Hook Up

2005-09-21T12:52:00.000-07:00

It doesn't take long to get regulars. I lost my first set of regulars when I switched companies, but I have a new set already. Sometimes they get very attached.
Recent call situation: “Hey, I’m coming to town and figured we could hook up.” I respond with, “yeah, maybe.”. You see, I don’t want him to stop calling because he drops big money on me a couple of times a week. The hope is that he just wants to do a phone fantasy about us meeting up in a hotel. Something with me showing up in a red plaid school girl skirt and a white button up top that is tied tight just below my breast. But I know that he is really wanting to hook up and marry me or something.
He responds with, "Hell yeah. Let me get your address. I'll be there this weekend."
This is where I start to break character. "Uh, I'm uh busy this weekend. I'm sorry... baby."
"Ok, then I'll come next weekend. I got to see you and be with you. Don't you think we have something special?" He responds.
Anyway, I try to wiggle my way out of this, but it doesn't go well when I finally have to tell him that there is no chance of us ever meeting in real life.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!! YOU ARE SO FUCKING LUCKY I CAN'T FIND YOU. YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!! I'LL KILL YOU YOU YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!"
Now, it becomes clear why he doesn't have a real girlfriend and has to call me twice a week.
The reallly fucked up part is he called back later and apologized.

Auditory

2005-09-19T12:46:00.000-07:00

Guys get turned on by sound and much as site. At least that is what I have come to believe. They love to hear me make sucking sounds and the sound of slapping. I know they say that men are all about site, but I have learned that sound works pretty well too. When I finally get laid again I am going to bring in my new skills and send that rocket to the moon. Speaking of getting laid I really need to. I have been rubbing myself a lot recently and using my little bunny a good bit too. It is so mad to do this without an outlet.

Did I Just Say that Outloud?

2005-09-16T11:47:00.000-07:00

I talk dirty, real dirty, several hours a night. I am a huge slut on the phone. I talk to young guys, old guys, couples, and the occasional woman. I let them do my in back, finish on my face, lick me, and whatever else their fantasy wants. I am a phone slut, and that is ok. It is only fantasy and in real life I can't remember the last time I was laid and I have never done much of anything that I talk about to clients on the phone. It is pretend. The problem is that I talk so nasty so much that I am getting to a point where I am having to catch myself from doing it in public or with friends. I was out with some friends the other night and and had to catch myself several times. This was after a few drinks of course, but still.
Update on working from home: It is great working from home. There is no crazy drive to work and I can actually wear anything I want. I went to VS the other day and bought some sexy stuff to wear while I talk on the phone. I think it really makes me sound sexier since I feel sexy. I also have my little rabbit with me to turn on when a client wants that. I have not actually used it while talking to a client, but I will soon.

Working From Home

2005-09-12T05:04:00.000-07:00

I'm finally set up to work from home. I login to an account on my computer when I want to work, and then I wait for calls to be routed to my home phone. It is a pretty sweet deal. I didn't even give a notice to Dan - not that he deserved it.
Last night I started taking calls. I'm not sure what ads they are using to drive calls to me, but I think they must have something to do with young girls that want to have sex with older guys. Most of my calls last night were guys that were over fifty (how do I know this? Because they kept telling me) that wanted to talk dirty. I will give the older guys one thing. They do know what they want. When I talk to younger guys that have probably never been laid they are quiet and I have to lead the conversation. That is not the case with the older guys. They call and in less than a minute I'm on my knees blowing them (not really, but you know what I mean).

Still Talking

2005-09-06T08:52:00.000-07:00

I'm still talking but not for much longer. Not with Dan anyway. I am working with a new company now, a more legit firm, to work from my home. He is a creep and there is no telling what will happen around him. I have not been into my job much lately. I am just a little down after everything that happened on the Gulf. Call dropped the last week anyway. I guess it is a combination of three states being w/o power, the cost of gas rising so much people can't afford luxuries like phone sex, and a general lack of sexual appetite because of all the death and sadness. I'll let you know how the new set-up goes.
Don't forget to donate a to the Red Cross or any other organization that you feel is helpful.

Atlanta Gas Panic

2005-09-01T12:02:00.000-07:00

Yesterday in Atlanta was totally fucked up! The morning started off with the local media talking about a shortage of gasoline. This caused everyone to go out to get gas and by lunch a rush had started. I got gas in the morning so I was ok, but that didn't make it crazy for me. Everywhere I went people were backed out into the streets blocking up the roads and redlights. I counted over 30 cars in line at a Quik Trip. Everyone started emailing and calling each other and this caused a slight panic. The gas stations started raising the prices each hour. There are numerous stories of people sitting in line and watching the attendants change the price on them more than once (sometimes as much as a dollar increase). By night a chunk of the gas stations were closed or at the least had all of their pumps covered in plastic. Last night the same media that had started the panic was almost laughing at everyone that got into lines and "caused" the rush. It was really sick to hear those fucks at WSB Radio and on the TV making it look like everyone had over reacted. They caused it!
Anyway, I know the gas crisis here isn't really that bad when you think about the people on the Gulf coast. It has been very sad watching the news. Go to your local Red Cross website and donate what you can. If everyone in America can give 10 bucks the result would be huge. Stay Safe.

I'm No Slut!

2005-08-30T07:10:00.000-07:00

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

2005-08-26T12:44:00.000-07:00

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

2005-08-24T08:32:00.000-07:00

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

2005-08-19T06:02:00.000-07:00

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 !!!

2005-08-18T06:30:00.000-07:00

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

2005-08-16T12:37:00.000-07:00

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 !!!

2005-08-15T10:31:00.000-07:00

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

2005-08-12T04:45:00.000-07:00

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

2005-08-08T12:49:00.000-07:00

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

2005-08-03T12:10:00.000-07:00

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?

2005-08-01T10:01:00.000-07:00

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.

Regulars

2005-07-26T10:53:00.000-07:00

I have started to get regulars. The other girls told me it would happen and it has. The guys get hooked on you and keep calling back. I have one guy, we can call him Shane, that has a fetish of white girls with black guys. He gets me to tell him how I was gang banged by three black guys. He has called three times now so I had to make up three different stories of me and groups of black guys. A lot of guys like that one I've learned. The thing is that it is only white guys that have that fantasy. Not sure what causes that one, but it is interesting. I have yet to have a black guy call me that asked to hear about the time three white dudes did me.

First Girl Caller

2005-07-22T12:21:00.000-07:00

Last night was a first. I got a call from girl. I can’t count the calls anymore and I have only been working in this business a couple of weeks, but they have always been men - until now. I was shocked at first, but I actually kept my cool. She had a sexy voice and could actually be doing my job if she wanted to. She asked me my name and I told her. She asked me what I looked like and I told her that as well, “5’6” with long auburn hair, brown eyes. I have a dark tan that cover my entire body, and muscular legs.”
“I like that. How old are you?
“twenty-two”
“You are a young sweetie. Mmmmm”
I started thinking oh shit. She really could do this job.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” She asked seductively. No, but I would like to be. I’m not a lesbian, really, but just like every girl I wonder. Why not try it out on the phone? Better to try it out for pretend before hopping in bed and then realizing I’m grossed out. And anyway, I don’t think I ever will really do it with a girl so why not here?
I could go on and tell you more, but that really isn’t the point of this blog. It is more about sharing MY feelings and experiences as a sex phone girl. The call went very well, and it was the first time that I got that “tingle down under” from a call. It was a good night at work. I left turned on and that is something I could never say about waiting on tables.

Monday Monday

2005-07-19T06:19:00.000-07:00

I get a call from Dan asking me to come in on my night off. He offered me a 50 buck bonus to work the extra shift. Even though my first check was nice I am still far from paying off my nasty credit card bills so I am taking whatever I can get. You would think that the weekend, my main shift, would have the freakiest callers, but that would be wrong if last night is any indication of they calls that come in on Mondays. OMG!!! is the only way to describe the freaks that called. After my break last night I put my headphones on when Dan buzzes me and lets me know I have a call. After a break it usually takes a few minutes to get back in the "mode" (mode being that sexy phone sex girl voice). Now usually the guys start off really quiet and a big part of what I do is make them feel comfortable and get them to open up and tell me their fantasy. Not with this guy. He starts off with,"Call me Daddy", "Who's your Daddy?" I think that this has to be a joke. "I'm sorry". "CALL ME DADDY".
"Ok, oh you are my daddy. You are my daddy" I moan
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, who is your daddy bitch? Who is your daddy that is going to do it all over your back and in your hair?"
"You are. You are my daddy. "
This goes on for a few minutes and I can tell he is, well you know, on the other side of the extension. The usual heavy breathing is on the other side as I keep him going talking really slow and almost whispering, "ohhh, dadddyyy, ohhhh". Super cheese I know, but sex is funny if you really think about it.
Finally he pauses and that means that he is "happy" and has completed what he started when he called. I figure the call is over but then he starts talking about his job and his x-wife, etc. This was my first call where I got the perve and the lonely guy.

Work is Work

2005-07-18T08:03:00.000-07:00

Even as crazy and interesting this job is it is still work. I have to be there at a certain time and I usually don't get off when I am supposed to - just like a normal job. I do talk really dirty all weekend, but just like any job it becomes routine. My boss didn't look at me in the eyes all weekend. I think he knows that he screwed up when he touched me. I don't think we will have any more trouble, but if we do I am going to set him straight fast. On break I asked Katie, one of the girls that has been doing this a while, if she ever had any trouble. She turned a little red and knew what I was talking about right away. We went to the Waffle House after work and talked more. She said that when she started he leaned over her once and kissed her on the back of the neck. She is more outgoing than me and she bitched him out. After that they were ok.
I got my first paycheck on Friday and it was more than I could make in a month working the tables.

Screwing Around At Work

2005-07-15T09:57:00.000-07:00

I know you think that just because of my job I am some easy slut or something, but nothing can be farther from the truth. In fact, I have only been with a couple of guys my entire life. That is not bad considering high school and three years in college. I get paid well to talk dirty, but it is just pretend. The guys that call like it and I like the money. So, when my boss asked me to come into his office (his bedroom since we work out of his apt) last night I was surprised when he came onto me. I don't think I gave him any signals that would suggest anything other than a working relationship. Somehow he got the wrong idea I guess. Maybe he figured that since I talked like a slut on the phone all night I was one in real life. When I want into his office/br he asked me to sit down on the edge of the bed. He then came over and sat beside me and put his hand on my bare leg and asked me how I liked the job so far. I got up and walked out. Didn't say a word, just walked out and went back to my desk and put on my headphones. I don't know what will come of all this. I like the job now that I am used to it, but I am not some easy slut.
What should I do?

Saran Wrap

2005-07-14T06:54:00.000-07:00

Saran Wrap Guy
So I get a call from a guy last night. He wants me to talk dirty to him about Saran Wrap. "The stuff used to wrap old food up?" I ask.
"Yep"
"ok"
So I talk about talking all of my clothes off and oiling my naked body up and then wrapping it in Saran Wrap. This goes on for about five minutes (a very long five minutes because what can you really say dirty about plastic). He then tells me that he is going to wrap some of the stuff around his face while he "touches himself" (not his exact words).
"Uh, Ok" - not the sexiest response I know.
So from there I keep talking about wrapping the stuff around my hand as I touch my you know what, etc. etc. I do this for a few more minutes until he lets out a really loud and muffled grunt.
Then he hung up.

So Worn Out

2005-07-12T05:44:00.000-07:00

Crazy Weekend One

I guess when guys are paying 4 bucks a minute they want to get off fast. That is what I found out during my first weekend as a "sex / jack off therapist". Really that's all this job is about. Half of it is giving attention to guys that never get any and the other half is providing guys with an outlet for their fetishes. I heard some wacky stuff too this weekend let me tell you. Everything from guys that want to cum on my black patten leather shoes to those that want to hold me and grind while dressed. Then there were plenty of your mainstream lonely fellows. I was mostly grossed out on Friday night, but by Saturday I was starting to get a little turned on, but only a little. The truth is that it is something of a shock to me right now.
I'm wiped out and just want to sleep for a few days before going back to work.

Call Me

2005-07-08T08:59:00.000-07:00

Hello: My name is Emily and I am a student at Georgia State University. I just got a job as a phone sex operator. Last night was my first night. It was really weird showing up for my first day at work. My boss, the owner, runs it out of his apartment in Buckhead. He has a room set up with four phones at little cubicles. He can listen from the other room and that is how he trained me on my first night yesterday. We "roll played" and if he were hot I probably would have been turned on, but since he isn't - I wasn't. He gave a me a notebook with several different things to say to different things the caller says. The most important thing is to keep the caller on the phone as long as possible. This is done by doing things like talking really slow and making playful sounds when the caller says something funny or "sexy". My boss, Dan, said that there will be a lot of pervs calling, but also some really nice guys that are just lonely. Most of the time it won't even be about sex. It will be just talking to lonely guys.
Wish me luck. My next shift will be with real callers.
Emily the Call Girl - oohh, that didn't come out right:)