Yawn........
Mood: so-so
Listening to: Total Rock FM
Friday night's shift was pretty dire. In the end, I logged off at about 3.30am. A series of short calls. Nothing of much interest really.
However, last night was much better, with lots of "blog material".
First caller was a guy who wanted me to be "a good little girl." He had me dressed up as a school girl, sucking his cock, telling him that I had a virgin pussy.
"Tell me it's too big for you.." he gasped, so I went into "oooh nooo, pull it out, I can't take it!"
He carried on, asking me to tell him how much of a good little girl I am until he uttered the words "call me Daddy." As this is definitely verging on incest, this is a no-go. "Erm, I'd prefer not to call you Daddy, hun," I said, "how about I call you baby instead?"
It seemed to click with him, what I was getting at and he accepted that no problem. The call then progressed to him saying "I'm f**king my arse."
"What are you f**king your arse with?" I asked. "Oooh a carrot!" he replied. I told him to take the carrot out and suck it. This he did, along with "oh that's disgusting, ooh I'm gonna cum!"
At this point he asked, "shall I taste my own cum?" He caught it and swallowed it, before hanging up with out a thank you. Obviously the taste was too much for him...
I've come to the conclusion that the odd-balls definitely come out to play during the weekend!
Next up was a very pleasant West Indian.
"I like to cook," he explained, "and I'm listening to my music."
"Oh, you're a bit of a devil in the kitchen are you?" I replied. He told me about his life, his kids, how he had split up with his ex, then he talked about what he did for a living.
"I used to run a massage palour", he explained. "I'm actually thinking about getting into it again, so if you're interested, give me a call."
"Mmmm, no babe," I replied, "I'm a chatline op, not a whore."
"Oh no," he quickly said, "it's not like that. You take the guys out, but if you have sex with them, that's you're problem. It's not expected of you."
I'm still not interested. You hear these seedy lines all the time, but I thanked him for the information anyway. "You could make £4000 a night," he explained. Yeah, just to take a guy out? No way, there's something else in that!
We had a bit of a sex chat, before he went on to play me some music. "You'll like this," he explained. I love it when the guys play music to me, because all I have to do is sit there and listen!
Finally, a guy called wanting to know if I had a camera phone. "No hun," I said, "I'm way back in the dark ages when it comes to that."
"I just wanna bend you over and slam my cock up your arse," he gasped.
"Woah, babes," I laughed, "Don't you wanna know what the rest of me looks like first?"
"Ooh sorry," he replied, "I'm just soooooo horny right now." That makes a change! A lot of guys, who just want to get straight into the action, don't want a description. This guy was apologetic for not asking!
Quite a busy night all in all, but it needs to be busier. I've just taken a quick break, then I'm back on again for a couple of hours.
Blokey bought me a 3D garden design program for the computer today. Great program once you figure out how to use it. It took me 2 hours to get to grips with it, and was highly frustrating. Fancy selling something like that with no instructions!
Anyway, I've had a good play with it, working out various colour schemes and designs. Now that I've got a feel for it, I'll start to design my dream garden. I like to do the easy stuff and leave the digging to the man!
