There is a certain type of caller I getâ€”I need to come up with a good label for themâ€”where maybe they’re calling the first time to just get a good wham-bam session in, and then I hook them with my wordsmithing.
I don’t do it on purpose, and I’m not saying that other PSOs aren’t capable of it, AND when pressed (up against a urinal, ba-dump-bump), I can and do deliver the brutal, sound-symphony-type fuck session as well as anyone. But I default to description. Lots of it. Big steaming loads of juicy, melt-in-your-mouth, caress-your-ears description. It’s my training as a writer. And in phone sex it’s a double-edged sword, which I learned very quickly to keep in its sheath.
My company mostly sells blocks of time, and I sure as shit don’t get paid for going over. In fact, I get ripped a new one for going over, so, you know, negative reinforcement and all that. Even for the rare “open” calls, where I keep the timer running and call in when I’m doneâ€”the ones like what people think when they think phone sexâ€”most callers are bargain-minded, and they don’t have any patience if they aren’t getting directly to the point. What I feel is an important element of the sceneâ€”the furniture in the basement, the color of my panties, giving equal stage time to all 12 members of the basketball time currently raping his assâ€”may not be of the essence, and they’ll let me know somehow to move on.
But there are the ones who thrill to the details, who ask me to repeat a certain line. I make sure to mentally set aside that much time to get their gears grinding and set the scene. I mean, I get that it’s part of their fetish thing, getting that kind of detail, but I still love it when it meshes with my chronic motormouth and becomes this joint creative collaboration. I thrive off the caller who wants to hear me spin out the negligee he needs to put on, or describe in-depth how my sweaty ass crack smells, or explicate how his wife will feel when she falls in love with another man with a bigger cock. One of my callers said once, “listening to you is like reading a novel, it’s so rich!”
Well, and not everyone likes to read novels. Some people are more than satisfied with headlines and cereal boxes, and that’s what I’ll do. But when the phone-sex equivalent of a novel-reader comes along, I am ready.