So much time between phone calls some days! But without all that downtime, I wouldn't have discovered this fantastic fundraising effort. Twelve beguiling sex bloggers from NYC, photographed by top-name fetish, fashion, and art photographers. This shit is classy raunch, y'all! The result is a...
View MoreWhen I get a call, the dispatcher gives me a quick-hit low-down on what the caller likes, according to their records: likes big tits, doesn't talk much, likes strap-on. These few words, called "whispers", are priceless. We need them to get started, because getting from...
View MoreI have come out about many things in my life. From the time when I was 14 and told my religious parents that I didn't believe in God, to the coming-out as queer in my early college years, to the lunchroom revelation at age 26,...
View MoreThere is a lot more silence in my work than I would have thought, had I been thinking at all about phone sex before I started doing it. And there are enough different kinds of silence that I would be fully justified in developing separate...
View MoreI will deal with unexpected pervs in a later post, probably many later posts. This particular topic deserves the creation of a special tag, like, "I'm wearing my cranky pants. What are you wearing?" Without further ado, I present the beginnings of my list...
View MoreCall endings vary, just like the callers. If they've been raised properly, they thank me, even if it was a 5-minute blow-job, and wish me a good night. Sometimes they just hang up, as abruptly as dropping a vibrator on the floor after you're done...
View MoreThis 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...
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