On the Phone Again, with a grunter...

Hello hello, tis late again in this part of the world (just outside London).
I’m back on the dreaded phone again, wishing I hadn’t fucked up my life and having to do this. What a sodding travesty huh. 42 years old and having to speak dirty on the phone to pay the bills. And its the middle of the night as well.

You should hear this guy who’s calling now, he’s drunk and just grunting, “ughm…ughm…ughm” over and over no matter what I say. He’s like a saddo character in drama of a long suffering wife whose husband doesn’t know how to fuck lol

But I tell you, it’s been an eye opener this job. I’ve worked in the sex industry before, well, practically all my adult life actually, and thought I knew men. But OMG! Phone sex is a completely new phenomenon. It gives the caller complete anonymity so he can be completely honest about his fantasies and desires and to be honest I have been shocked. And I’m and old bird and I don’t shock that easy.

This caller is still grunting. It’s been 14 minutes now. I’m thankful for my laptop as I can type silently.

I think it should be law that all girls have to do six months telephone sex when they turn 18, so they can discover what men are really like. What’s always struck me as funny is the way they hang up as soon as they have come! I spose it reflects how men would like to be if they could get away with it in society; not even a thank you and good bye, just withdrawing and leaving. Well careful the door doesn’t smack you on the arse on the way out, dickhead, is what we ladies would be thinking eh. That and thank god, now I can make myself come.

OMG, 19 mins and counting and the grunter is still going! Ughm…ughm…ughm. Will he ever stop? I bet our time runs out before he orgasms. Oh well, methinks it is something he is used to lol

Well, Avid Blog Readers, I am going to post this, then log of the phone and go to sleep. I still haven’t told you the steps of how to fuck up your life yet have I? I’ll start next post, I’m only just getting warmed up to having a blog and structuring my ramblings so they make sense.

Back later xx

PS. He’s still grunting! 37mins and counting…

Well here I am, sitting in bed, on the laptop, wishing I could sleep. But I cant. I have to earn some money taking to dickheads on the phone, convincing them I am the horniest nympho they will ever have the pleasure of not meeting.
I had to come to bed as its cold and I cant put the heating on because the dog starts panting and the callers can hear him. I've tried to convince them its my sexy lesbian friend panting for some hot girl on girl fun but dog gave the game away by barking cos he wanted to go outside.

Okay, this is a short entry as the phones are really busy and these damned callers are interrupting my flow. I've been trying to write for about half an hour and I have to keep deleting. I should be pleased, I need the cash, but its a pain in the arse. Funny, thats what the caller is telling me right now as I'm describing what I'm doing to him with a strap on!
Back later x

Well, here I sit, writing a diary for the first time in years. Where do I start? I could start at the beginning but that would be a bloody big first post.
So I'll start now and work backwards, as I seem to have done most things in my life pretty much backwards anyway.

Well, as you probably guessed by the title I'm 42 and I've pretty much fucked up my life one way or the other. Right now, to earn a living I what is known as a PSO...thats Phone Sex Operator to the uninitiated.
I'm on a call right now so typing very slowly and quietly so the caller doesn't hear me lol its harder than you think to talk about one subject and type something different. I've already typed 'pussy' twice lol

Okay, he's gone now. I can type freely for a mo, altho I expect the phone will ring again soon.
Well, its a way to make a living, and it sure beats mucking out shitty stables which is what I've done for a good deal of my life. Oh, and waitressing. Oh, and good ol fashioned whoring. Oh there's so much to tell!
But it will have to wait. Being new to this, it took me ages to set up and I need coffee and a softer seat so I shall retire to the comfy area and maybe write a bit more later on, if the callers ever give me a moments peace...