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.

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