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QUANTIFYING PHONE SEX: the Orgasm Olympics

If they want me to cum nonstop, there is a better than random chance that they have never been within 20 feet of a real live vagina.

If they want me to cum nonstop, there is a better than random chance that they have never been within 20 feet of a real live clitoris.

Some of my callers say outright that they want to make me feel good, that they want to eat my pussy and make me really happy.

In this group of "service providers", though, there is a whole subset of callers who are not at all interested in any lyrical and/or graphic descriptions of my junk and what they can do with it, or what I can do with it. They are only interested in hearing me come. A lot. I mean, beyond what the female body can normally, in the course of sexual events, produce. Beyond even what porno suggests is desirable. I don't know these callers, anymore than I know any of the rest of them. But it is very easy for me to write them off as clueless, narcissistic twits.

Part of their fantasy, right, is that they are so good that I can't help coming, over and over and over, like, in fallopian-tube-knotting seizures of ecstasy. If my theory holds true about motivation for why many guys fantasize about the things that they do—because they don't have access to the activity or at least talking about that activity in their "real" lives—then these guys are clearly not getting enough positive reinforcement in their actual face-to-face fucking, and what might the reason for that be?

Based on what they're telling me, it's possibly because they don't know what the fuck they're doing.

Just a guess.

I try to be anatomically accurate with these guys, when I set up the scene, but if all they want me to do is come, I just don't get a chance. To all the women who are having sex with these guys, or will have sex with them in the future... I'm sorry. I try, but it's probably not enough.

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