Sex-A-Phone
I just did an interview for the “We” channel. This was my first TV appearance since I almost bit the dust at USC Med Center ICU. Actually it was the first time I put on makeup and heels since then. It went fine, I think. I took enough Vicodin so I felt no pain (I could barely feel my feet on the ground). And the subject matter was something I could talk about under anesthesia: Phone Sex.
Yes, “We” want to know about phone sex, since my favorite auditory amore has crept up from the kinky tributaries of human sexual activity into the raging rapids of the Middle American mainstream. Actually, it kind of creeps into your ear through the receiver of your telephone. Then, if it’s any good, wild thoughts start to creep into your mind as delicious feelings creep through your bloodstream. Then, if you’re really getting into it, your own hands begin to creep all over your body, while that voice on the other end of the line is still creeping through the phone into your ear and into your brain, your body’s most active sex organ.
Everybody knows about phone sex. Most adults have probably had it. Even a President of the United States: Remember Bill and Monica? Besides oral sex, they had aural sex. Of course, not everyone has had phone sex (maybe certain current Presidents should). And a lot of people who have never had it (or at least never had really good phone sex), but have seen those sex-appeal-for-the-brain-dead phone sex commercials on late night cable, think they know what it is. Some of these people are talk show hosts.
For instance, when I was a guest on The Leeza Show, the subject was supposed to be phone sex, but we never got to talking about phone sex. Why? Because the thinking-impaired Leeza Gibbons had never had phone sex, or wouldn’t admit it, and couldn’t talk about it in any way except as a disease-of-the-week ~ “phone sex addiction” ~ or as a slimy vehicle for dastardly men to cheat on their innocent victim-wives. I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice it to say I was annoyed, as I always am when uninformed people bloviate about phone sex, then deal with it irresponsibly. And I realized that, since phone sex is such an important part of my Telephone Sex Therapy practice, not to mention my life, it’s critical that I commit bloggamy on what I know about this essentially safe, yet thrillingly naughty, lingual-sexual samba that’s been sashaying across the phone wires of the world ever since old Alexander Graham’s Bell started ringing.
This is an Ode to the Telephone,
that ordinary yet revolutionary instrument that one presses intimately against one’s ear and mouth
and cradles closely between one’s cheek and shoulder. The phone is now as common a sexual aid as the vibrator,
a plastic fantastic lover, a smooth operator, a companion, a confidant, a savior, a friend.
O, how I love thee, Telephone, your push-buttons that beckon invitingly, your mellifluous dial tones, your wiry ways, your voluptuously curling chord, your ever so receptive receiver, your amazing ability to communicate! To sing! To shout! To whisper secrets, confessions, fantasies, intimacies we might never reveal in any face-to-face encounter.
The telephone, like so many lovers, can be demanding. It catches you in the midst of anything, the rogue, ringing for your attention, and you give it, don’t you (almost) always give it? How can you refuse your phone? Its devotion is unconditional. It sees you at your worst but presents you at your best. It connects you intimately across untravellable distances with lovers you can’t see, conveys you their words of passion; it transports your love, the telephone, you touch its tones. It is your uncensorable audio-erotic playground.
Phone sex is the NC-17 version of the AT&T dream, allowing you to “reach out and touch someone” as you touch yourself. It’s practiced by men and women, young and old, lovers and strangers, professional phone sex workers and therapists like me (though, come to think of it, there aren’t any other therapists like me), doctors and lawyers, bankers and schoolteachers, artists and housewives, the straight, the gay, the bi, the curious, the adventurous, the desperate, the lonely, the hot and the hip. The only human classification that’s missing out at this point would be the deaf and the dumb (no offense to the hearing impaired).
Why are all these people pursuing and finding love, lust and relief over their phones–sometimes with their neighbors, often with people halfway around the world? They’re certainly not all dastardly addicts as Leeza would have you believe. They have some very compelling reasons for cruising down the telephonic turnpike of love. And here are ten of them:
1) Phone sex is safe. When it comes to safe sex, the Religious Right blusters about abstinence, while the Religious Left bickers over condoms. What about something in between? Something sexier than abstinence and safer than condoms? That something is phone sex. No exchange of body fluids, no matter how hot it gets. No transmission of disease, no possibility of impregnation. No muss, no fuss. Great for “casual” sex, as a prelude or supplement to in-person lovemaking, or as an ongoing, intensely intimate, telephonic love affair in and of itself.
2) Phone sex is safe, not only as far as the transmission of disease is concerned, but also as far as the spread of insanity is concerned. The phone is a stage upon which to act out wild fantasies, a telephonic erotic Theatre of the Mind, allowing you to safely explore dangerous, taboo desires, like sadomasochism, incest, orgies, animal sex, exhibitionism, bisexuality, cuckolding, sexual harassment, which, if actualized, could be quite hazardous, or at least, politically incorrect. Playing out your darkest fantasies on the phone can be seriously wicked, with no harm done to yourself or innocent bystanders. It’s a kind of “virtual reality,” a form of future sex that you can enjoy right now.
3) Phone sex is verbal. That is, you have to talk. First and foremost, hot or not, phone sex is a conversation. I know I said I wouldn’t bore you with details from The Sleeza Show, but bear with me a sentence or two while I describe one absurdly dramatic interchange: Shortly after I was introduced, a gray-haired man in a C&R suit (whom I recognized, from a past appearance on Oprah, as a professional TV talk show plant) stood and declared that people who engage in phone sex are “animals.” I tried to be polite as I pointed out that though humans do enjoy many kinds of sex that link us to our animal origins, phone sex is not one of them, as it requires that you talk (something animals don’t do) over a telephone (something animals don’t have). Seriously, an important aspect of good sex is communication. Verbal communication. Phone sex can get that ball rolling a lot easier than the usual groping and grunting. Phone sex can be an amazingly edifying School for Seduction, a lesson in the infinite articulations of human emotion and eroticism.
4) Phone sex is romantic. It’s the quintessential courtship venue for the turn of the twenty-first century. There’s something achingly romantic about being so close and yet so far away, communing ever-so-intimately, yet connected by nothing but wire, plastic and the grace of the fiber optic gods. I fell in love with my H over the phone. Actually, our love affair began with a couple of complications. I had a boyfriend. He had a wife (though they were divorcing). So, during the day, we were friends and co-workers–totally platonic, no smooching, no harassing, hardly any touching even! But at night…we’d call each other up and have the most incredible, meaningful, raunchy, orgasmic phone sex. As our voices massaged our brains by way of our ears, our defenses melted, our bodies exploded and our spirits mingled in the telephonic ethers. Eventually, he got divorced and we got together in the flesh, and now we hardly ever have phone sex, except for those times when we are forced to be in different countries when phone sex is a life saver; at least it’s saved the sex life of our marriage. And we’ll never forget the uncanny romance of falling in love on the phone.
5) Phone sex is intimate. At least, it can be. Many people feel shy and awkward about expressing their deepest fantasies and innermost desires face-to-face. Phone sex can expand your capacity for intimacy, because the phone enables you to talk about things you might be too shy to discuss in person. Fear of intimacy is closely linked to fear of rejection. On the phone, you don’t have to *face* rejection. It’s a great liberator; you don’t feel so vulnerable and exposed since your partner can’t see you. My telephone sex therapy clients often tell me that what they’re saying they’ve never told anyone before. Of course, that’s part of what therapy is all about, but I think being on the telephone helps them feel at ease about opening up. The phone can be a confession booth.
6) Phone sex is a great way for couples to keep long-distance love alive and open up their erotic imaginations, which always helps to keep any kind of love alive. Again, this is simply because you have to talk, something too many couples don’t do during regular sex. You have to come up with interesting, arousing things to say, plumbing the depths of your sexual imagination, enhancing your sexual creativity. The deprivation of your senses of sight, touch, smell and taste heightens your sense of sound, amplifying your ability to listen and articulate desire and attraction. I’d even go so far as to say that modern telephone lovers are creating a new, deeper, more expressive language of sex, a language of mood and sensuality, power and surrender, freedom and restraint, screams and silences, lust and love, that didn’t quite exist before the telephone.
7) Phone sex is mysterious. H says, “Don’t think of it as phone sex. Think of it as doing it in the dark.” The mystery of a soft sexy voice in the dark can be a wondrously blood-boiling thing. Also, since so many uninformed people still think there’s something wrong with phone sex, there continues to be a taboo, underground quality to it which adds to the mystery, making it all the more exciting for those of us who dare to partake.
8) Phone sex is great for women. A lot of people who never had phone sex think it’s mainly for men. It’s true that more guys are willing to pay for phone sex, but men tend to be more willing to pay for any kind of sex. In any case, the telephone is an ideal vehicle for women’s sexual expression. It’s safe; you can be as wild as you want without worrying about catching a disease, getting pregnant or being attacked. And if you’re bored or just hate it, you can simply hang up.
Essentially, phone sex equals conversation plus masturbation, which is vital to the positive development of female sexuality. Many women have their first orgasms through masturbation. But it’s not as simple for many women as it is for most men. Men rarely need to learn to masturbate; they do so pretty instinctively. But for reasons having to do with both nature and nurture, many women do need to learn, basically through trial and error, how and where to touch themselves to unlock the pleasure gates. Yet, for millennia, religious doctrine and other institutions have declared masturbation to be “wrong,” condemning billions of women to leading sex-phobic, anorgasmic lives. Now, just about all health professionals agree that masturbation is normal and healthy for women (and men). But few have the courage to come out and advocate masturbation as a positive, salutary activity. So, for many women, self-pleasuring is still a shameful little secret.
I’ve talked to many women who defensively insist that they never masturbate. Some have pretty irrational excuses for not touching themselves “down there.” Others just feel strange about doing it alone. Yet they’re not about to just do it with someone in the room either. Masturbation during phone sex lets a woman explore her body at her own pace accompanied by a lover’s sexual presence (via phone), without the sexual pressure that can go along with an in-person encounter.
Which brings me to another obvious but important plus for women tired of putting on makeup and heels for every potential erotic escapade. With phone sex, you don’t have to worry about what you look like. You can be a phone sex goddess while you’re in your mudpack and mucklucks. Phone sex favors a woman’s intelligence, imagination and creativity, rather than her physical attributes.
And it’s auditory. Studies have shown that, in terms of sex, men tend to be more visual and women more auditory. We just love to have those sweet nothings whispered in our ears. Speaking for myself, sweet nothings go through my ear, straight to my heart and then down, down, down between my hot wet lips.
9) Phone sex is discreet. Phone sex is a relatively prudent expression of what Nathaniel Hawthorne called “lawless passion.” Yes, here’s where we must acknowledge Sleeza’s dastardly husbands (and wives). Well, if you’re going to have an affair, better on the phone than in the flesh. At least, you won’t get AIDS. At best, you’ll get inspiration and ideas to improve your love life with your spouse without entangling your body, not to mention your body fluids, with somebody else’s. In any case, you won’t get lipstick on your zipper, or semen on her dress, or whatever.
Some consider phone sex to be “cheating,” some don’t (some consider having lunch with a colleague of the opposite sex to be cheating, some don’t). In the course of my sex therapy practice, I’ve had phone sex with thousands of people, and I never feel I’m cheating on my husband. After all, he not only knows what I do, he understands it, supports it and even gets aroused by it.
Chances are that if you keep it a secret from your partner, you feel like you’re cheating, and if you feel like you’re cheating, you probably are. Well, cheating isn’t usually a good idea, but it isn’t always a bad one. And if you feel compelled to embark upon an affair, and you’re not sure whether or not it’s a good or bad idea, better to share your lawless passion chaperoned by your telephone.
10) Phone sex is a valuable complement to sex therapy, at least the way I practice sex therapy. I incorporate some form of phone sex into about 50% of my telephone sex therapy practice, according to my applied philosophy of Ethical Hedonism. Many of my fellow sex therapists are dismayed that I do this. Some are downright erotophobic, constantly worried someone will accuse them of being “inappropriate.” All I can say is that if the APA can essentially approve of therapists engaging in torture, they should get off their high horses about phone sex. So, how do I use phone sex in therapy? Let me count the ways…Here are ten:
1) I use phone sex to help clients surmount sexual problems, such as women who are pre-orgasmic or men who have premature ejaculation problems, talking them through a masturbation session to help them overcome deep sexual blocks and fears.
2) I use phone sex as a “mental massage,” to help clients to relax, breathe deep, release stress and frustration, ease the pain of loneliness, get away from the wars, the violence and the madness of the world, and get in touch with their deeper, sexual nature.
3) I use phone sex to help clients explore taboo fantasies or dreams. It’s sexual psychodrama with the phone as the stage. For instance, a female client might be having fantasies of having sex with another woman, something she’s never done before. I might roleplay that fantasy with her over the phone, sharing the experience with her through phone sex. Afterwards, we’ll talk about what the fantasy means in her life, whether she should act on it, just leave it in Theater of the Mind, or integrate it into her life in some other way. Some of my clients have vivid sadomasochistic or incest fantasies they would never act out in real life, and I don’t encourage them to. But the phone provides a safe laboratory for their release and investigation.
Unlike many therapists who earn a living by making people feel bad about their fantasies, dreams and desires, labeling them as “addictions” or “perversions,” or just not letting the client talk much about them during therapy, I encourage clients to verbalize them, to allow their fantasies and desires to educate them, stimulate them, titillate them, celebrate them, and yes, even masturbate them. Their bodies relax, their minds explode, their imagination is released, their sexual sides are honored, their souls are healed…all via the humble telephone.
4) I use phone sex to help clients explore sexual memories. These may be pleasant, as in remembrances of delicious sexual awakenings, or painful, as in evocations of abuse and humiliation, or a combination of pain and pleasure. The telephone can be a time machine.
5) I use phone sex to teach people to use their imaginations to give themselves and their lovers pleasure. For instance, a client might have a fantasy of being dominated that he’d like to act out with his wife, but he doesn’t know how to explain it to her, much less explore it with her. We investigate his fantasy through both phone sex and non-erotic discussion, then tailor an approach for his situation. I may also suggest he take a look at certain books, magazines articles, websites or videos.
6) I use phone sex to help couples deal with sexual problems. For instance, one client I’ll call John, 27 years old, had been impotent for a year. He’d gone to a urologist, so he knew it wasn’t physical. He and his 25-year-old wife Sara had “tried everything,” but he just couldn’t get it up. I could hear his anguish, and my heart went out to this young man who only wanted to make love to his wife. But I could also hear how narrow he was in his approach to sex. Basically, he felt he couldn’t have any sex without an erection. He did say he got excited occasionally. “In fact,” he said, “I’m getting kind of excited right now just talking about this.”
“Why don’t you make love to Sara now?” I suggested. He said something to the effect of “Huh?” Since Sara was there and eager to help, I asked her to lie back and masturbate as I whispered erotic encouragement. I heard some movement and moaning, and John described how she was touching herself. “God, she’s sexy,” he sighed, “I wish I could get hard so I could make love to her.”
“John,” I said, “Stop thinking about your erection. Think about Sara. Make love to her. Use your mouth, your hands, your chest, your arms, your legs, your voice, use a vibrator, use your head, use whatever you’ve got.” After a bit of the old hem-and-haw, John did just that, Sara proceeded to have a highly audible orgasm, and lo and behold, John had himself a hammer-hard erection, and they were still going at it when we said good-bye.
Now, I figure that would have taken weeks of discussion through regular sit-down-in-my-office therapy, if it would have *taken* at all. Over the phone, it took about an hour and a half, and according to follow-up reports from John and Sara, they’re having great sex again; sometimes John has an erection, sometimes he doesn’t. Either way is okay, which takes the pressure off and keeps the pleasure going.
Telephone sex therapy doesn’t always work as quickly and downright miraculously as it did with John and Sara, but it does work…sometimes. And we always have a good time trying.
Phone sex won’t solve all the world’s problems.
It won’t even solve all of your problems.
It just might make you feel a little better, it might make you think a little harder, it might teach you a little something, and as long as you don’t get “addicted,” it won’t hurt you. So, if you’ve never tried it…reach out and touch someone while you touch yourself. Take a drive down the Information Highway to the Pleasure Capitals of your mind and body. Go on, ride with your top down.
And if you need a little guidance, you know you can call the Dr. Susan Block Institute anytime, and speak to me or one of my other telephone sex therapists, each excellent in her or his specialty, at 213.670.0066. We’ll take you where you need to go.
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Kate
07 · 21 · 10 @ 6:22 am
With a twinkle in my eye and a big smile on my face I write and say “Dr. Susan you hit that nail on the perverbial head!” Phone sex therapy is a wonderful thing. Before joining Dr. Susan as one of her phone sex therapists I would occasionally engage in a “call” with a friend over the years. It was my naughty little secret. I loved the thrill it gave me and the naughty feeling of doing something considered taboo. Truth be told I never thought I was doing anything wrong. It was society ( like that Leeza Gibbons etc.) that makes it wrong. Anyways…fast forward to my moving to the City of Angels and my meeting first the amazing Kim Mendoza, then the rest of the team and of course Dr. Susan last December I am very happy to be part of this. I love the creativity, openess and the revealing of what is going on inside not only my client’s mind sexually but mine also. Together we get to explore those horizons and experience incredible pleasure. Even have a nice conversation too. I am proud to say that I have a few regulars that I have a great relationship with. I tingle with pleasure when I hear a regular is asking for me. I also love the first time with a new client. They are like a wonderful present I get to unwrap….and I am their present too!! MMMM….I am wishing now for that phone to ring….
William Patrick Haines
07 · 21 · 10 @ 6:22 am
I am a client, and Dr. Block has given me an opportunity not to discuss not just sexual topics, but politics, culture, family, philosophy, astronomy, soup to nuts. Some of my sexual conversations are admittedly nutty. Well, being raised Roman Catholic in itself usually causes great need of therapy. Talking to Dr. Block, I can pretend to be a lot more free than I usually am. Yes, I have certain areas that I am obsessed with, like extra solar planets. I also like to dress up a bit for the occasion of telephone therapy. That is, I wear things I ordinarily would not wear in public, but would love to, like leather pants. Although I might not agree with all of Dr. Block’s views, I feel that her philosophy of ethical hedoism is certainly a moral philosophy. Sometimes I feel it gets a bit too moral and naive, idealistic and unrealistic. The world is the way it is, not the way it is supposed be. You will always have people that vilify sex and glorify greed, oppression and violence. I certainly feel prostitution ought to be legal, but some Holy Roller will condemn that, while endorcing some the most vile acts of violence, greed and opression. Still, it is great to have someone like Dr. Block to talk to about these things.
Cyn
07 · 21 · 10 @ 6:21 am
When I first heard of phone sex, I was interested, yet confused. I wondered things like “What’s it like?” and “How can you just talk to someone like that without knowing them?”. I thought “I don’t know if I could EVER do that…But I did…and I loved it. I found out first hand what it was like, and just exactly HOW one could commit such a thing; I loved it. The anonymity was so damn sexy, and the fact that it felt so dirty but right, so wrong but sexy made it unbelievably addicting. I feel very fortunate to have been introduced to this arousing little secret by the great Dr. Susan Herself along with the most erotic curator I’ve ever met. These women handled the clients like they were good friends and harmless. So as you can imagine I could only resolve that the act itself was completely harmless. Along with their support and encouragement, I took my first call. Like a sort of improv show, I went at it. Talk about my John and also about myself. Before I know it, it was a few hours later, and I felt myself wondering “Have I said too much?”. I had made a new friend, not only in a sexual way, but in an informative and personal way. I learned so much from one call, that I couldn’t turn back. After a few calls, I found myself with regulars and favorites. I also found that there was almost NO subject that was taboo for me; I thought I was helping the callers, but in reality, we were helping eachother. GO figure. People assume that someone who might be calling for phone sex or “therapy” as I consider it, would be a “sicko” or “perv” but what does that make me? But it just makes you wonder what might be going through that same persons mind. Also it brings to mind what these callers can do for you. I found myself lost in fantasy, touching and rubbing myself. The first REAL clitoral orgasm I had was experienced via my vibrator and one of my regulars. It was so unreal and unexected, but I loved it. I realized then that these John’s were helping me in the same and different ways as I was helping them. I really began to find myself sexually. There were times when I couldn’t get “wet” or couldn’t FEEL aroused. I no longer have either of those issues. All my questions were answered…All my fantasies found inside myself…All of my sexiness brought to life, and all of my confidence brought forth. My views have obviously changed on the subject of “phone sex” and presumably with good reason. It became so easy, and fun, and normal to me that I couldn’t imagine not being able to express myself in many ways. The experiences have opened my mind in many ways and have also helped my sexuality in such ways that it has significantly helped me in my relationship. I can now do things I wouldn’t imagine doing before, without feeling awkward or self conscious. I adore my John’s and am always willing to meet new exciting and excited people. What’s your story?
Mistress Crystal
07 · 21 · 10 @ 6:21 am
I Was a Shameless Phone Slut© 1998, 2006 by Mistress Crystal(Originally published in webzine Postfeminist Playground in February, 1998)Old hookers never die, they just… start doing phone sex. For that matter, young hookers do phone sex. And people who have never gone to bed with another person for money do phone sex. Anybody can do phone sex as long as they sound good and have a fertile imagination. It’s one of the great jobs in the sex industry because it’s perfectly legal and it’s risk-free. Mind you, the money is not as good as prostitution. Most hookers average between $50 and $250 per date, and unless you have a heinous drug habit or live in some place like Tiburon (or both), you can support yourself quite nicely on just a date or two per day. On the other hand, most phone workers only make in the neighborhood of five to ten bucks per call. Of course, a popular girl with a sexy voice who works for more than one agency can pull in a couple hundred on a real good day, but that is a lot of time on the phone. One of the important differences between phone sex and prostitution is the requirements for success with the job. Obviously, in full-contact hooking the younger and prettier girls will be more popular with the guys. However, the woman working the phone is not judged by her appearance. Indeed, she can be an unwashed three hundred pound acne victim in her midforties with toxic halitosis and none of that matters to the customer as long as she sounds like a knockout. It also helps a lot if she has a versatile and filthy mind. Working conditions are great, too. The fact that most agencies allow you to take calls at home means that you can lie around in your underwear and hook bonbons down your throat as you flip channels on the cable box if that is your inclination. You can also study for your midterms, read, do housework or, for that matter, churn out an article for the internet. And, a big plus for many people, you don’t have to go to bed with strangers. Let’s face it, in an age of concern about safe sex and with the local crackdowns on prostitution, phone sex is a viable alternative for both sex workers and clients. There are many advantages for both sellers and buyers in this form of pleasure-for-money. You’re not in violation of any laws. You’re not in danger of contracting any disease, of being assaulted or robbed, or of being photographed in the act. Hell, you don’t even have to leave the comfort and security of your own bedroom. Furthermore, if you work for an agency you are isolated from the clients so that they never know your phone number. And while there is the missing element of person-to-person contact, that is not always a bad thing, especially from the sexworker point of view. I got started when I saw an ad in the back of a local weekly paper. It said “Sexy Voices — Phone Fantasy Makers earn $$$ in your spare time at home.” Intrigued, I gave them a call. The phone was answered by a sweet, young-sounding woman to whom I related my history of sex work. I have a prodigious resume, I must admit. As a hooker who ran her first sex ad in January of ’86, I have talked with more horny men on the phone than most women ever will. But—most of these guys never came. At least, they never came over to my place. Guy after guy made a date with me—swore they were on their way over—and most of them never showed up. After a few weeks of talking to several dozen guys a day and hearing a few of them possibly flogging their lizards, I began to have a sneaking suspicion that most of my callers were masturbating to the sound of my voice. I’ll never forget the call when I finally knew for sure that these guys were just using me: the guy practically came in my ear! I finally understood what had been going on: these guys had been pud-pounding to the sound of my voice as I described what I looked like or what I would do to them . That guy had been the first one blatant enough to get off while I talked to him, or at least loud enough for me to hear it. And I realized he had really done me a favor. I began to be more careful and selective when talking with these guys, and I eventually started doing phone sex as well as hooking. On the basis of that experience, the agency decided I was more than qualified and they hired me. Since then, three months ago, I have been taking several calls a week. (If I weren’t so busy most evenings I’d be taking a lot more calls.) I have clients all over the country—just about every kind of guy imaginable. Just like hooking! And we talk about all kinds of sex, from the vanilla to the kinky. The ease of the call depends directly on the guy. Sometimes they do the equivalent of just lying there, like they’re waiting for it to be over, without participating in the call. Ten minutes seems like an hour with one of these duds. The good ones are the those who get into it, who know their own fantasies, who are not afraid to talk about them, and who help lead me through it all. Generally I’ll ask some thing like “What do you fantasize about?” or “What gets you off?” to get the guy started. From that point the call can go in two directions. Either he can tell me something like “I’m wearing lingeree right now and I want to be your little girl” which gives me plenty of material to work with, or he’ll say “Oh, I don’t know. I’ve never done this before” and that leaves me cold. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? The real problem with the second caller is that without any fantasy “parameters” I don’t know what his limits are. This forces me to walk a thin line between bland sex that wouldn’t even get a Catholic priest hot (and certainly not my caller) and kinky stuff that would embarrass perhaps even sex educator Carol Queen. I work hard for fifty cents a minute! My pay is determined by the amount of time I spend on the phone. I make a fixed amount for the “base” call of five, ten or fifteen minutes, plus 45 cents a minute for overtime. I also get an additional dollar when I’m requested by name and another dollar for taking a call after midnight. This works out to an average of five bucks a call, which usually lasts about ten minutes. That’s not bad if I’m going to be home anyway, doing other productive things. Like writing this, for instance. Unfortunately, this money is not tax-free, at least not at the agency I work for. They have my social security number that they verified with my other ID, and I have not one scrap of doubt that they’ll file a 1099 form on me in January, reporting my gross income to the IRS. This aspect lends even more “legitimacy” to the profession of phone sex. Not only is the job legal, but the income is safely declarable. Now all I need is my own business card. Why not?The best part is that I don’t need to get ready for a client. I don’t have to do my hair, put on makeup, or even get dressed for that matter. No strangers come over to my home, and I don’t go to some house an hour’s drive away where I might find a flake of major proportions. And, once again, I never have to worry about my safety. And, trust me, I have had concerns about that in the past. All in all I like my new part time job. It’s convenient, the money is worth my effort, and it can be fun sometimes. I would recommend doing phone sex to anyone who spends a fair amount of time near a phone and who wants to make some extra money. The most important elements are a sexy sounding voice and an active imagination. And if you can learn to give good phone, you too can make a tidy sum in your spare time. Mistress Crystalhttp://www.la-crystal.com
I remember when......
07 · 21 · 10 @ 6:21 am
I was 15 when I was de-virginized into the highly erotic world of phone sex. I was a late bloomer so I hadn’t yet played with guys. He was an “older” guy in his mid thirties. I met him on a chat line and spoke to him periodically for about a year. He was a mysterious character because he’d only sometimes pick up the phone. He was married or living with someone obviously, but I didn’t care. His voice and the sound of him breathing filled my ears. At that time I didn’t have much experience in masturbation. It was him who taught me about my clit, and if I rubbed it a certain way that it would take me to a place that I’d never been before. I bought my first dildo because of him. I remember putting a banana inside of myself while I was talking to him. I peeled it first, and then wondered why it turned to a mushy juicy mess. How was I supposed to know? Mostly I talked to him in the afternoons when everyone in the house was gone. I had the freedom then to moan and groan freely, which was often. I wasn’t quite as loud then as I am now but then again in those days my pussy didn’t squirt when I came, either. At that point, I’d never seen nor hear a man cum. It was with him, and it was over the phone, that I got to experience the intense pleasure of listening to a guy stroking his cock while he listened to me playing with my pussy. Like I said, we kept this up for about a year. Then one week I tried several times to reach him. He never picked up again. I wish I could remember his voice.Over the years, since then, I’ve enjoyed talking to men on the phone, sometimes masturbating with them, sometimes not. Their stories; what they get off on and why, is what I really dig. What thrills me the most though, is to hear the excitement build and to know that they are going to orgasm and I’m going to get to listen to it. I’ve been having phone sex for my pleasure for years. Now I’m a sex therapist. I’ll talk to you about your desires or your fears. Maybe you just want to hear me playing with myself. I know you have at least one or two nasty secrets to share. Or, maybe you just want to tell me a story. Either way, my pussy will be wet and I’ll have come full circle.I’m Melanie, ask for me.
Little Shiva
07 · 21 · 10 @ 6:21 am
Phone sex is fun. My favorite phone sexer is Michele Capozzi, who once called me in the States from Italy for it. I let my tranny wife Jenn in on it too: who knew you could have a phone sex threesome?
Carlo Filangieri
07 · 21 · 10 @ 6:20 am
As one of your clients I can attest to the power of the telephone. You’ve always comforted me, especially when I was alone for a for a couple of years, you’ve helped me explore areas of my sexuality that were buried deep, and you have helped me when I was feeling down. But most of all, I thank you for introducing me to the smartest and most beautiful woman I have ever met.No, this is not a paid endorsement, in fact I’m the one that has to pay for the calls but it’s all worth it, Dr. Suzy :)With Love,Carlo