Sunday 29 August 2010

Apple Juice ?


Relativley busy on the texts today, Mr 3 hours was back, although I must have said something that "set him off" because he stopped replying without a descriptive goodbye. Then there's another guy who wanted me to dress him up like a little girl, ridicule him, spank him, fuck him with a strap on and make me swallow his piss. And then there's "Boots" who was more turned on by the "fact" that I was "wearing" black leather thigh highs than anything else.

The late nights are annoying though, I've to get up for an interview for a "proper" job tomorrow morning but this pee & panties man is showing no signs of shooting his shit anytime soon. I want to go to bedd!!

Night <3

Thursday 26 August 2010

Texting !!!


OK, the whole phone sex thing got a bit too much. It was hard enough trying to scream, moan and make "sound effects" when I was walking about my flat alone but it became pretty difficult once I always had a flatmate or two around. When I’m hiding away moaning and groaning and someone asks me to "scream louder", there's only so loud I can go before my flatmate wants a new roomie.

In addition, the company was ridiculous, completely unprofessional and unreliable. My contract stated I was guaranteed £20 an hour (at a lovely £1/ minute) and the reality was anything but. The only vaguely workable hours were 11pm onwards, and even at that you were looking at about 10 - 20 minutes/ 4 hour shift. Sometimes you could log in and not get any calls for about 8 hours. In short, it was a lot of sitting about twiddling my fucking thumbs. The company did not uphold their guaranteed minutes, or seem at all concerned about any problems. That said, they did have my deposit.

My profile there is shut down, and unlikely to ever be re-activated. I can’t even be bothered to return to collect my cheque for 150 odd minutes, simply because the amount of money they rob off you in agency fees is sickening. But enough "moaning", the industry is a growing one, and there are constantly new "opportunities" so to speak. I decided to take up sex texting, by far the easiest and least socially limiting option, but of course the least well paid.

The job is a joke, typing a 160 character message saying "I’m horny, I swear" ? A (dirty minded) monkey could do it. The money is nothing to write home about, but seeing as I'm online every night typing anyway; I figured I might as well get paid for it.

The greatest perk of course is the amusement factor. Last night I had some guy who dutifully believed that I too was "shooting my load" at the idea of wrinkly old grannies sucking on my nipples while I sucked and fucked him and he stuck things in my bum. (Good at multitasking me :p )Today I asked a guy what his filthiest fantasy was and he replied "FINGER YOURSELF!" How out there! I almost fell off my "bed". A whole new specialist fetish category. At the there's a guy who doesn't really seem like he can contain himself with the idea of a "hot babe!!!" acknowledging him. He's just texting going "SEX TITS FUCK FUCK I WANT TO FUCK SEX NIPPLES LICK YOU". Then there's another guy who doesn't really seem to be able to .... cum? He keeps telling me how he's close to tears with the horniness of it all, but he's been texting me for nearly two hours!

Oooops, what a long blog :/ I only came on because I intend to keep this updated with the different "characters" I encounter and I told someone I'd update with the back story. Sorrryyy!

Now back to work ;)