Phone Sex

I’ve been picking up shifts as a Phone Sex Operator (PSO) lately. It’s been fun and interesting, and I think I’m suited to it. I wish it paid better and I wish I got more than one call per day currently (it is what it is, hopefully in time I’ll build an actual client base).

My first experience with phone sex was many years ago. I was working at a sex store owned and run by women in the Boston area, and someone brought in a bunch of prepaid phone cards to give to those of us who worked there. It was really fun to call in, flip through a bunch of ads, and pick someone’s extension to chat on. I enjoyed it a lot. I never got too far into it though. At the time I was in a relationship with a person who didn’t support my sexual experimentation and didn’t want to talk about my kink interests. We weren’t really having sex either, so I felt guilty getting on the phone with a stranger halfway around the world (or next door?) for turned on moments alone. It didn’t feel right, so I didn’t continue on.

So far each call I’ve gotten has been completely different. My first call was what I thought phone sex would be like when I signed up for the job — a role play fantasy scenario with the objective of finding a fun journey to my caller’s orgasm! I enjoyed the scenario, and a half hour later was off the phone feeling like I do after a good Dom session or performance — happy and excited for more.

The following call was a bit different. The person on the other end just wanted to talk about “guys sucking each other’s cocks”. The rhythm of our banter was rhythmic and uncreative — a gratuitous repetition of words with hard edges — the sheer delight of dirty words sputtered about. Taboo revelry. What I found interesting was that every now and then he wanted me to tell him that masturbating while watching guys suck each other off was ok.

Done and done! Of course it’s ok — it’s sexy af and great stimulus for getting off!

… so we chatted on

… and on

… and on

… and two hours later I was beginning to think this person might never be finished. I was rather tired (it was late) and I was ready to sign off, but didn’t want to end the call without him being satisfied, so I asked if he wanted to come, and he affirmed. I kept up with our banter but started to punctuate our repetitious cock-talk with the demand that he come for me, and that he come now. It worked. Yay!

I’ve thought a lot about that client’s needs since our conversation. The missing piece from his fantasy seemed to be permission to (or maybe even the goal to) come. Granting him permission and demanding that objective defined his pace more than anything else. Speaking with me he was fed imagery and language he wanted, he was literally told it was ok to be turned on by that imagery, and at the end of our discussion he was ordered to get off. I love the psychology.

Another caller had a cuckolding kink. He wanted to talk about his relationship and to connect with someone who understands and accepts his desire of being cheated on. He wanted to know how to talk with his partner about it, and how to navigate the possibility of exploring cuckolding with her. He wanted advice and support, and later on he wanted to maybe do some sexy role play… Our conversation lasted an hour and was very enjoyable. When I checked in to see if there was anything else he wanted, he brought up role play again, but said he didn’t have the time. We’ll speak again hopefully. I wish him well on his journey of discovering new play styles with his partner.

I’ve been quickly hung up on, had one call end with both of us laughing, I’ve helped a couple friends decide where to cum, and (honestly) been a little skeeved out by one caller… The mind is a never-ending creative place to share and explore.

It’s pretty great to pick up a phone and plug back into this old intrigue. It’s even better to be paid for it. If you’re ever interested in chatting with me, you can find a chat line of mine on Niteflirt. I also work for another company, but get a smaller cut. I take all kinds of calls — sexy, therapeutic, silly, fantasy, educational, personal, just listening to someone while they say things outloud… the option is yours.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Admitting Fantasies

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When you know what you want it’s infinitely more easy to get. Sometimes it’s hard figuring out what you want though. It’s even harder admitting some things out loud. These days I want games and fun. Imaginative interactions. Fantasies to come alive for me, and I want this colorful vibrant sexual world to not involve me having sex — piv/oral/anal… Winter marigniates me, fantasy rich and stir crazy, and even though I know there are a lot of people out there who probably would love these things too there’s a voice in my head that tells me I don’t deserve them. “Who would bother getting down with me if not for the end goal of sex?” However, if I can push past those fears and say exactly what I want out loud, I can start looking for it rather than either not getting my needs met at all or settling for something which will feel compromising and possibly unhealthy.

Talking about fantasies can help. When I can talk about my fantasies with others, it feels great and our conversations go places they wouldn’t if we just talk about what we “want”. It’s hard to say the words “I want” at all for many people, and even harder to say things that seem abnormal or vulnerable to judgement, sometimes especially to loved ones. If we can talk about our fantasies though, we can share these ideas a little more safely with one another. When we notice we’re curious about a partner’s fantasy we can ask, “is that something you’d actually like to experience sometime?”, and we might even finding ourselves admitting that yes, we’d like to actually try a certain fantasy out. Of course, fantasies are fantasies and some are meant to remain that way, and there’s nothing wrong with that either.

We live in a world that judges everything. Developing one’s “personal brand” is an effort so many people get tripped up over, and it’s natural that one should trip up on it. Branding is an aesthetic and a set of rules. Life, desire, sexuality, curiosity, hormones, impulses, growth, staying alive: these things are very complex, full of mistakes and ugliness, ofttimes messy. Perhaps this is why we like branding, it makes things which are not easy seem to be, which in turn makes them more saleable.

We learn to judge ourselves too deeply too early. We learn very early on that “someone’s going to think I’m fucked up for wanting this thing or that”, and our child’s mind clings to black and white meaning making, sorting ideas into “right” and “wrong”. As we grow, if we do not shed these early impressions and allow our thoughts to become more complex, our thoughts translate into things like “this person I love will get mad/grossed out/worried/stop loving me if I talk about this fucked up (wrong) thing I want”. And so unnecessary repression fills our bodies. We ache for things which we will not let ourselves have. Self-repression will always find a way to come out sideways though. Instead of sharing our intimate desires with our partners we end up blowing up in their faces when they’re in the middle of something which has nothing to do with us. We end up picking fights instead of rewinding back to that moment of impulse to say, “hey, you know what I really want tonight?”. Self-repression makes hearing the answer “no” hard for a lot of people too. However, it is the responsibility of each of us to fulfill our own destinies. It is no one else’s job to take care of your feelings after you blow up or engage in underhanded behaviors such as passive aggressiveness, withholding, manipulation, being untrustworthy, threatening, controlling, etc. Without learning to trust and love our own desires and speak about them, and instead of saying “can you help me?” or “who can help me?”, negative and abusive behaviors have become normalized and run rampant in our society.

Working at a sex store and teaching toy parties for a number of years, I found it fascinating to observe how people would talk about various sex or kink acts, games, toys, and body parts with objectification, disgust, denial, or dismissal. Usually the people who reacted the strongest to any of these conversations secretly desired to know more about them and were judging themselves for their curiosity, so felt a need to appear outwardly oppressive about whatever it was.

Curiosity, sex, sensuality, experimentation, and finding pleasure are what humans do though! We have these bodies exactly so that we can explore them as we desire. This sack of flesh and blood and bacteria is the only thing we have real control over in our years between birth and death. It is our means, our toolbag, and our primary universe for discovery.

Anal sex, pegging, male on male sexual play, degradation, threesomes, gangbangs, rape fantasy, ageplay, cuckolding (the list in inexhaustive)… All EXTREMELY common fantasies and forms of adult play. Yet these are the fantasies I’ve heard most people whisper about and confide to their affair partners and friends instead of their “monogamous” or even “open” lovers, if they speak them outloud to anyone at all. Until we stop whispering and start taking about our curiosities and desires openly easily fulfilled, normal, wonderful fantasies will continue to eat away at our senses of worth.

What if we could hear the word “no” and be excited and grateful someone else’s boundary was being bravely put forth? What if we could see our jealousies as information indicating we are not taking care of ourselves adequately, or that we need to find something for ourselves we have let slide, or that our boundaries are asking to be reevaluated? What if being attracted to someone outside of a relationship was cause for celebration and feelings of joy because finding someone attractive feels great and doesn’t always need action attached to it? What if we could appreciate one another sexually and sensually and not make unmet demands to have those fantasies fulfilled by treating the object of our interest as an object, but instead resiliently find those who share our interests or are game to play along?

Though human existence is messy, it’s also full of fertile information and opportunity. Acknowledging to ourselves and interacting with our desires or fantasies is invitation to knowing what we want. Owning what we want is invitation for growth.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Actor Turned Director

Some of the tools I teach with…

I’ve been thinking about my fantasies a lot lately. I think I need to get a little black (and crimson?) book to write them down in… Fantasies are a beautiful stepping stone to scenario, and scenario is a gorgeous stop on the path to planning and play. I am thinking about fantasies because I want to play…

Who’s down for being mummified? Interrogated? Pierced, poked, slapped, hot waxed, led on a leash, stepped on, or wants my flesh therapeutically under their fingers? Anyone for being an ashtray? Pet? Gender bent? How about a power exchange role play? There are so many games which have been played on me that I am excited to flip the script about and Top or Dominate. My brain won’t stop ticking — it’s really quite amusing.

But what, Monsignor Karin?! Aren’t you a sub my boy? Yes! Well, I have been consistently for a number of years now… I’ve seeked out experiences and play from so many places, done extensive research on kinky things, taught classes and demo’d for workshops, helped partners, and I’ve been lucky (and occasionally unlucky) enough to play with a wide range of people doing inventive, nasty things to delight me. I think I’m ready to find some of my own playthings… Teaching has always brought me close to Dominance, I suppose. That role, Teacher, has kept me firmly in a place of Top with regularity for a few years. “Dominating” during class though is something I have divorced myself from the pleasure of… Recently I’ve had multiple experiences where the scales got tipped somehow. I found myself not just demonstrating “how to” but finding blurred lines and exciting new territory as the experience deepened (consensually) into scening and switch. Like my experiences moving from being an actor to Directing — I find incredible strength and pleasure from being able to communicate with my actors. I salivate while drawing out what is the best of theirs and pushing them to go a little further still, to find excellence before the end. I find I am empathic, understanding the feelings my own actor self might be experiencing in their process, riding the energy of the room as we unfold and find our scene. I leave excited about the connection and the work, happy to have helped… but more.

Something has opened in my heart recently. A desire to serve by lead. A readiness and a feeling of safety I haven’t felt before. An ease with my own self-worth, I think. It’s been this toy, tossed in the room, which I’ve been contemplating for awhile from the corner. I finally batted it about a bit… and then… then… well then, I got excited. Now I want to pounce some more.

It’s interesting that though I’ve considered (and loved) myself submissive, I’ve been intentionally building knowledge, opinions, experiences, connections, researching, teaching classes, and now finally a desire to move from sub, to sub who teaches, to sub who teaches and demos, to freshly blooming Dominant.

Does this mean I don’t want you to beat me up if we’ve got a good thing going?! HELL NO!!! Even therapists have therapists, teachers have teachers, and my sadistic ass didn’t get less masochistic… I don’t know that I’ll ever not want to be handled by a talented, loving, sadistic, hot-as-fuck D-type too… Even if the both of us, for a moment, maybe turn on you…

Play On My Friends,
~ Karin

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