I've been working like a little fiend the last few days...I got hooked up with a toll-free line to do phone-sexin' on, so I don't have to depend on the shitty, cheap-ass mofos who frequent the system I'm currently working with. I'm still going to do some of my calls through that system, because it let's me set my own prices, so I'll use it for my camshows so's I don't end up pounding my pink parts on cam for less than $2 a minute. I'm a whore, but I'm no CHEAP whore. 
The last call I just took before I logged off made me appreciate my usual cast of freaks, fetishers, and pervs even more. It was, dare I say it? -- a plain old, garden-variety blowjob call. It was boring as HELL. Fifteen solid minutes of cranking a silicone dildo in and out of my mouth and moaning into the phone how much I luuuuuuv sucking cock. And this guy had a favorite phrase, so I wasn't just saying I loved sucking cock, I was saying I loved sucking "big fat horny cock." Boys are so fuckin weird.
And this guy didn't think the dildo I was sucking on was big enough -- I guess it didn't produce a big enough sounding slurp, or whatever the fuck -- so I dug out a double dildo I have that was wider around. Of COURSE, the fuckin thing had cat hair on it, so I've been hacking and hocking for the last half hour trying to get cat hair out of the back of my throat.
But one of my favorite regulars called me today, so that makes up for it a little bit. He's into roleplay, which I ADORE, and he's kinky for being a bad little boy who has to be tortured and punished by his mean, sexy Mommy.
(I really don't mind roleplaying of this kind, especially with this guy -- you can just hear the grin in his voice, that he's having a fucking blast at the same time he's getting off, and he sounds fairly well-balanced mentally in all other respects, so if he wants a mean Mommy, I'm happy to be her.)
I asked him today how many times he'd had nasty, naughty thoughts about Mommy since the last time we talked, and he paused and then said in this adorable little voice, "Fifty, Mommy. But I can't help it, you're so sexy and such a hottie, Mommy, please don't hurt me!"
Which I KNOW is just like the B'rer Rabbit saying "Oh, don't throw me in that there B'rer patch, B'rer Fox!" That's what makes roleplaying with him so much fun -- he manages to convey to me what he wants and how he wants it in the context of the roleplaying, without breaking character, which makes my job immeasurably easier.
But the contrast between my Naughty Baby Boy and the blowjob dude I had earlier just illustrates why I specialize in fetishes -- they're so much more fun and a hell of a lot more interesting. If I had to fake sucking cock and moan like a porn star all day, every day, I'd shoot myself. Gimme the freaks and pervs anytime, Goddess bless 'em...they make my life the interesting adventure it is.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I have to go gargle some more and see if I can get this cat hair out of my throat...
The last call I just took before I logged off made me appreciate my usual cast of freaks, fetishers, and pervs even more. It was, dare I say it? -- a plain old, garden-variety blowjob call. It was boring as HELL. Fifteen solid minutes of cranking a silicone dildo in and out of my mouth and moaning into the phone how much I luuuuuuv sucking cock. And this guy had a favorite phrase, so I wasn't just saying I loved sucking cock, I was saying I loved sucking "big fat horny cock." Boys are so fuckin weird.
And this guy didn't think the dildo I was sucking on was big enough -- I guess it didn't produce a big enough sounding slurp, or whatever the fuck -- so I dug out a double dildo I have that was wider around. Of COURSE, the fuckin thing had cat hair on it, so I've been hacking and hocking for the last half hour trying to get cat hair out of the back of my throat.
But one of my favorite regulars called me today, so that makes up for it a little bit. He's into roleplay, which I ADORE, and he's kinky for being a bad little boy who has to be tortured and punished by his mean, sexy Mommy.
(I really don't mind roleplaying of this kind, especially with this guy -- you can just hear the grin in his voice, that he's having a fucking blast at the same time he's getting off, and he sounds fairly well-balanced mentally in all other respects, so if he wants a mean Mommy, I'm happy to be her.)
I asked him today how many times he'd had nasty, naughty thoughts about Mommy since the last time we talked, and he paused and then said in this adorable little voice, "Fifty, Mommy. But I can't help it, you're so sexy and such a hottie, Mommy, please don't hurt me!"
Which I KNOW is just like the B'rer Rabbit saying "Oh, don't throw me in that there B'rer patch, B'rer Fox!" That's what makes roleplaying with him so much fun -- he manages to convey to me what he wants and how he wants it in the context of the roleplaying, without breaking character, which makes my job immeasurably easier.
But the contrast between my Naughty Baby Boy and the blowjob dude I had earlier just illustrates why I specialize in fetishes -- they're so much more fun and a hell of a lot more interesting. If I had to fake sucking cock and moan like a porn star all day, every day, I'd shoot myself. Gimme the freaks and pervs anytime, Goddess bless 'em...they make my life the interesting adventure it is.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I have to go gargle some more and see if I can get this cat hair out of my throat...