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this is a phone-sex blog

This is not a phone-sex blog. You won't find a number anywhere on this page that you can call up and buy a 10-minute block of time with Cameryn. (Nor will I sell my panties to you. I need them.)

This is a phone-sex blog. I am a professional phone sex operator (under a different name). Phone sex is what pays my bills, and not only that, it is something that I am fascinated by and enjoy.

There is a lot of down-time with the job, though, waiting for calls to come in (I work for a dispatch company). So I'm developing a line of creative and educational "by-products" of phone-sex work, and also am looking forward to getting out some of my thoughts right here about the issues that frequently come up through and around my work.

What else is in the works? I've been booked for a dirty-talk workshop in mid-November in the Boston area, and am working feverishly on the script and fundraising plans for a one-woman play, Phone Whore, with a target of getting it onto the Canadian Fringe Festival circuit in the summer of 2010 (I'm planning a benefit showcase for the latter half of August). This blog is also going to be expanding dramatically over the next couple of months, as I add an event calendar and audio components (both free and pay-to-download).

Long story short? Sexy + intelligent + straight-up + self-pimping = Cameryn Moore, Little Black Book Productions, and this blog. If you enjoy it even half as much as I do, your panties are going to be a little damp all day long.

First question to readers: what is something you've always wanted to know about phone sex work? (If you're a fellow phone-sex operator, what is something you've always wanted to tell people about our work?)

2 COMMENTS ON THIS POST To “this is a phone-sex blog”

  1. Ryn July 10, 2009 at 3:40 pm

    does it ever get incredibly awkward at times? where even you are at a loss for words? be it something they request, or just a random awkward stretch of time?

  2. camerynmoore July 10, 2009 at 4:37 pm

    Thanks for being my first commenter, Ryn, and for taking me up on my request for questions!

    Those who know me know that I can really let loose the verbiage when I am inspired. But frankly, when it comes to dirty sex talk, I was really surprised at what a fucking MONSOON I could be! I am never at a loss for words when I’m controlling the show. But there have been two calls to date that pulled me completely out of the scene:

    – where the guy wanted me to use the n-word when he was talking about sucking BBC (Big Black Cock, a very common fetish amongst my callers). We actually ended up using about 5 minutes of his 20-minute block discussing and negotiating this. I ended up using the word, because my boss was doing dispatch that day and if the caller had called back in and requested someone else because I refused to use that slur, I could have gotten fired or in big trouble (it’s a no-taboo service). But I brushed my teeth afterward–twice–and with other callers who have not been so persistent or unpleasant about it, I ignore their use of that word and just go on.

    (I will be writing something here later about BBC; it is one of a few things that really concern me about the drift of fantasies.)

    – just last night I got an overseas call, open-ended, which means as long as it takes, and I should spin it out. The caller wanted me to narrate his first homosexual experience. So I got him on the couch, with “a friend of mine” getting ready to undress in front of him, and the caller said, “wait, can you slow down a little please? Just some handholding and kissing to start?” I had to pause for about 3 seconds before I got it: he was talking to my friend in the story, but to me the narrator, he was saying, slow down the narrative. So I was like, OHHH, I get it.

    That ended up being one of the most pleasant calls I’d ever done, and also closest to real-time action. That is, it took me an hour to get from handholding to the first kiss to a BJ through my friend’s boxer briefs to lying naked in bed. And then my caller came when he felt the guy’s cock on his thigh. And then the curtains waved in the night breeze and the smell of jasmine drifted into the room. Or you know, whatever. Very tender and soft-core, very fun! (I also made over $30, not bad for 75 minutes work.) He was certainly a refreshing change from most of my calls, but it still stopped me in my tracks until I figured out that he wanted to go really really slow.

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