God I used to love phone sex. I worked for this phone sex place for a week. Theyd get a client, then call me, and Id call the guy back from my house. My friends would be sitting around the phone listening on speaker phone trying to make me laugh. Id talk in a fake deep voice and say insane retarded fucked up stuff that only makes sense in phone sex world like “Im gonna push meatballs outta my hole into your mouth” and theyd cum in SECONDS and hang up and they paid a flat rate of 30$?!
It was fun for a week but theres a limit to how long that kinda thing stays fun and then it feel like gross sex work. The people who owned the service owned a gay Hollywood Memorabilia store called BABY JANE OF HOLLYWOOD… Id ask them to tell me Brigitte Neilsen stories, because they didnt have any Grace Jones Stories.