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How to begin your Erotic Exploration
Exploring your Sexual Fantasies
Phone Sex Lines and Work Explained
A Phone Sex Agents Story
How phone sex saved my relationship
How to begin your Erotic Exploration
If you prefer to do so spend some time to give thought to the direction in which you want us to take you, and determine from our web sites and phone lines which fantasy artist would be the best fit for you. We all have different interests, tastes and talents, so if you feel, that another of our ladies might be a more appropriate match for you just tell the phone sex operator and you will be transferred.
Exploring your Sexual Fantasies
Several of my recently divorced girlfriends said it is exhilarating to use their creative imaginations to think about things they would never actually do. They loved listening to a man articulate a sex act they had desired for years. They said they were breathless, floating in a vast, wide ocean of sexual desire. That's the freedom of phone sex, it's absolutely safe and there is no emotional price to be paid. Several friends of mine left messages for other women to explore their bisexuality. Fantasy has no boundaries so choose any fantasy role or try them all on for your own sexual pleasure. Our most popular lines are the ones of the more mature women, also referred to as MILF.
Phone Sex Lines and Work Explained
Live phone sex is a type of virtual sex that refers to sexually explicit conversation between two or more persons via telephone, especially when at least one of the participants masturbates or engages in sexual fantasy. Phone sex conversation may take many forms, including (but not limited to): guided, narrated, and enacted suggestions; sexual anecdotes and confessions; candid expression of sexual feelings or love; discussion of very personal and sensitive sexual topics; or just two people listening to each other masturbate.
Phone sex exists both in the context of intimate relationships (e.g., among distanced lovers), and as a commercial transaction between a paying customer and a paid professional.
A phone sex worker is a type of sex worker and erotic actor, sometimes referred to as "phone actor", "fantasy artist", "adult phone entertainer", "audio erotic performer", or any one of dozens of other monikers. The most valued attributes of a phone sex professional are his or her voice, acting and/or sexual role play skills, along with the experienced ability to discern and respond appropriately to a broad spectrum of customer requests.
Contrary to appearances, most phone sex operators do not masturbate during every client session; rather, they may vocally simulate masturbation, sexual intercourse, and/or engage in sexual roleplaying scenarios catering to the particular sexual fetish or request of the client. Often these requests involve taboo topics that paying customers cannot engage in during real life sexual encounters due to moral and legal ramifications, psychological inhibition, lack of physical ability, unwillingness of a committed partner or the fear of social stigma. Phone sex operators or companies may, by policy or discretion, refuse to entertain certain requests. Many other services accommodate the extreme taboo market by using signifying phrases in their advertising such as “no taboos” or “no restrictions.” Phone sex and the phone sex worker thus provide a semi-anonymous outlet for such unconventional fantasies without consequence beyond the fee involved in the exchange.
The most obvious purpose of commercial phone sex may seem to be to provide people with a live masturbation aid, our live MILF PHONE SEX is extremely popular as a select clientele relies on phone sex as a vehicle for revealing intimate thoughts and feelings to a neutral stranger. We experience that across all our lines, especially the MATURE Adult PHONE SEX category. Most Phone sex patrons are male, and for many of these men it is important for their confessor to be a woman, especially when their confessions involve BDSM roles, cross-dressing, pegging, infantilism or homosexual / gay fantasies, also very popular with many straight men is feminisation or sissy phone sex. It is not uncommon for people to resort to phone sex as an alternative to revealing their secret desires to a therapist, significant other, or friend.
In effect, our phone sex worker is a surrogate called upon to serve in various roles or capacities specific to your needs. In certain cases, a patron may not need a confidant for sexual stimulation, but may simply wish to hear another person's voice, or want to fulfil some other need, such as a sense of nurturing, sympathy, camaraderie, or other form of emotional intimacy as can be experienced on our MOMMY PHONE SEX LINE.
Phone sex services primarily market to men or women of a particular sexual orientation, and focus on mainstream sexual experiences, cuckold PHONE SEX would be a good example of such a specialised service.
Specialised companies also cater to clients who have a certain sexual predilection (e.g., zoophilia, coprophilia, domination/submission, humiliation) or an erotic interest in a specific group (nurses, firemen or gay phone sex, college students, teen phone sex, older/younger figures, i.e. MILF or mature phone sex, ethnic minorities such as Asian phone sex, etc.) It is not at all unusual for a phone sex service to employ a staff of phone sex performers to meet both mainstream and exotic customer requests. The panoply of specialized phone sex services available and the vast variety of sexual topics submitted to adult phone sex workers, reflect the incredibly broad spectrum of human sexual behaviour, and are indicative of the general need for a sociosexual outlet which mainstream society often fails to provide.
New Story:
How phone sex saved my relationship
Well, it’s very simple. I had to move to Berlin in order to get a new job. I am not a sex chat operator and I did not work in the sex chat industry as yet?. No, it was a good job offer that I could not have turned down. It was a weird time as my boyfriend and I weren’t sure where the relationship would go when I move so far away. The relationship had already gone through a few tests. I’ve had already sex with other guys but he forgave me each time and I then had to decide that we would have to have an open relationship or no relationship as I knew that sex with other guys was not just a one off. I don’t like to feel encaged in any way so having an open relationship and being able to not feel guilty for having sex with other men seemed to be the best idea at the time.
I moved to Berlin to start the new job and it was great. I had to solve loads of problems but that was part of the experience and it gave me a feeling of being independent and I could tell that I really achieved something.
I don’t know if you are aware of the fact that Berlin is very liberal and that there are tons of opportunities to have sex in parks, night clubs, bars, organised events, and of course, hook up with someone over the internet.
I tried it all and man – did I have a lot of sex. It was great at first. The variety of guys I had sex with was amazing. They were so good looking, so much better than at home. I thought I was in paradise. I never felt guilty after having sex with strangers until I heard the rumours about sexually transmitted diseases and that Berlin is a melting pot for STDs.
You can imagine what went through my head. I researched all websites I could find related to sexually transmitted diseases. I stumbled upon tons of sex sites that were not related to what I was looking for. Some sex chat sites, some gay sex sites, some fetish sex sites, some wife swapping, or what do they call it, dogging sites.
I then came across an article about sex chat and how sex chat saved another persons relationship. It was a blog written by someone who was in a similar situation as I am now. The couple was forced to live a long distance relationship due to the fact that one of the partners had to go abroad with work.
I don’t think I need to repeat the whole sex chat article here, but I will add it to the bottom of my story when I am finished. You may be interested to read how that other couple experienced sex chat with each other and what their challenges were.
Anyway, the influences of that sex chat article were life changing for me and my boyfriend. At first, I did not know how to go about to tell him that I wanted to try to have sex chat with him, neither did I know how to do sex chat. I had never done it before and had no association with it as something erotic or sexually stimulating in any way. Making phone calls and being one the phone is part of my day to day job and I would never associate sexually pleasure of any kind with the telephone, let alone being able to imagine I could ever get an orgasm while speaking to someone on the phone.
When I told him about me wanting to have sex chat and the article about sex chat that inspired it he started straight away to talk dirty to me. I got really embarrassed though and could not play along. I had to stop it because it made me feel somewhat uncomfortable.
I realised later what the reasons were why I could not relax and play with it. I did not find it erotic enough. He merely described what went on in our bedroom and since that was not really that stimulating, as I already mentioned that we had an open relationship and I always tried new things that would sexually challenge me, I just did not get inspired.
Cutting a long story short, I decided to go professional. I went onto the internet and searched for some sex chat numbers. They were easy to find, but boy, what a lot of unprofessional sites I had to wade through just too finally find out that I could not trust any of those sex chat sites or sex chat numbers. I decided to just call one rather than criticise them all and not getting anywhere.
….to be continued next month
A Phone Sex Agents Story
As a phone-sex operator, I talk to people about their emotions as much as I help them have orgasms.
My main motivation was money. Don't get me wrong, I've got a good career and a decent income. I also have a knack for living beyond my means, and often find my paychecks spent before I get them. I needed a second job, something with flexible hours requiring little concentration. Something I could fit in between my other duties and perhaps even enjoy. Something like being a phone-sex operator.
I admit it, I've called those lines before. In the wee hours of the morning when my girlfriend's out of town (or when I'm between girlfriends), I'm not above picking up the phone and dialling one of those 900 numbers to have my ear sweetened by a strange feminine voice.
Ah, but to be at the other end of the line? That, I must say, had never occurred to me until the day I saw an ad in a local alternative newspaper: "Phone Actors and Actresses Needed," it said. "Get Paychecks Weekly."
Actors? As in men? Was this something I could actually get paid for? To be honest, of course, I had other motives as well. I like talking to people. I love reaching into someone's psyche and opening it up like a can. I enjoy the interaction of two human beings passing in the night, the strange scintillating challenge of holding another's attention as I would an exotic vase. At heart an adventurer, I am frequently drawn to new and untried things and what terrain could be more treacherous and enticing than sex? The truth was and remains that I can think of only a few more pleasurable ways of spending my spare time.
So I filled out the paperwork and sent it in. I returned a contract stating the rules (basically, Don't talk to minors), as well as a copy of my driver's license and Social Security card.
And so came the night, a few days later, when I found myself logging on to a phone network based in Anaheim Hills, Calif., but open to the voices of the world. You can log on anytime, day or night, I'd been instructed. I simply called an 800 number, giving my special code and stating that I was open for business. Then the calls started rolling in. It's not how many you get, the service told me, but how long you keep each caller on the line.
"Hello," my first caller, a sweet-voiced 26-year-old woman from South Carolina, said tentatively, and I was instantly in love. "Is this the Stanley I was talking to before?"
My ardor drooped significantly. "Well, no, I don't think so," I said, "but I'd love to be the Stanley you talk to now."
"No," she said, "I was talking to another Stanley and I was hoping you'd be him. We talked for 45 minutes. We talked about everything."
"Ka-ching!" the cash register in my head chimed in. Before I could finalize my call-keeping strategy, however, the woman was gone. "Well, I've really got to go and find the right Stanley," she said sweetly. "You have a nice night, ya hear?"
The truth is that many of my callers are men. Being heterosexual I had wondered, of course, what that would be like. For a straight boy, I am pretty open-minded. What the ad had sought, after all, was actors, so I would simply have to hone my craft.
And so I have. Suffice it to say that I mastered the male counterpart of an art that comes naturally to most women faking orgasm. I've found that it's not difficult at all: Simply close your eyes, think sexual thoughts and uuuup you go.
I now have telephonic boyfriends all over the country. One 19-year-old in a small Ohio town where he owns the only restaurant says that he wants to spend his next vacation staying at my place in Southern California (fat chance). A guy in San Francisco can't stop calling me "Darling." And a good old boy from Texas likes to call me while taking a bath with his dog.
In each case I listen to their concerns, attempt to glean what they want and finally try to give it to them on a platter. Sometimes it's a sexual experience; in other cases, just a friendly voice.
The calls I most look forward to, however the ones in which I can most be myself are those from females. Lately there seem to be lots. Like the woman who called because she had just caught her boyfriend in bed with her best friend. "He hurt me bad," she said, "and I want to hurt him back." At first we tried having phone sex, but it quickly became apparent that what she really needed was a friend. So we spent half an hour talking about her relationship, mine, love between the genders, sex, courtship, romance and the bastards that men can be. When it was over she said the venting had helped and she thought that she finally could sleep. I felt like a therapist who'd done a good deed.
Another woman had me stay on the line while we watched a movie together, and a third wanted to chat while changing her baby's diaper.
And there was the young woman who called because she did want phone sex, though not the "wham, bam, thank you Mam" variety of erotic entertainment to which she'd become accustomed. No, what this woman needed was to be emotionally cuddled, sweet-talked and verbally romanced. What she craved was a whisper on her pillow, an anonymous and safe masculine voice lulling her into sexual surrender by being the creation of her fantasy, the seducer of her reticence. Like a wise psychic companion, I probed for the keys to her floodgate.
I won't say that the experience didn't turn me on. As her excitement swelled, so did mine, fuelled by the challenge of flying by instruments alone, of gradually bringing her to the brink of completion without the benefit of sight or touch but solely through the power of imaginative suggestion. After two orgasms, possibly, I guessed, among the first of her life -- we talked for a while like lovers sharing a smoke. Her satisfaction was immense, as was mine, though for me it was more emotional than physical. It was a tremendous rush to have risen, as it were, to the challenge of making her come with my words. Then she was gone, invisible once again in the vast ether of the time and distance that are our lives.
Later I thought about the moment we'd shared, that brief synopsis of connection we'd sparked in an otherwise uncaring world. And I began to realise the truth of what I did: not just the gross and lusty exchange of forbidden fantasies minus bodily fluids -- the safest sex there is - but something more, something deeper, something significant.
For what I was doing was providing windows in the fog, tiny portholes through which to expand one's view. Some of us need the touch of another human being to get through the night. Sometimes even the voice of a stranger can make darkness tolerable -- especially, in some cases, the voice of a stranger. In a world in which intimacy can involve major risk, who could argue that the need for intimacy disappears? But reduce the danger by offering anonymity, and suddenly intimacy, even if fleeting, becomes possible.
So call me a master of anonymous intimacy. There are many of us in the naked city -- we serve the insomniacs, the sexually frustrated, the lonely, the distressed. We have prevented illicit affairs, I'm sure, and perhaps even inspired a few. Mostly, we have kept people focused during long, otherwise fuzzy nights.
About the writer
Stanley Simon is a pen name for a writer in Southern California.