A Nice Man With A Kinky Mind

“T” likes kinky phone sex and his fantasies are always a lot of fun to play out.

“T” usually calls on Saturdays or Sundays.  My weekend hours are a bit limited but this past Saturday I was home and enjoyed being able to spend some time on the phone with him.  He is one of the callers that I truly enjoy talking with even after the fantasy is over.

We have been talking for quite a while and during this time we have shared a lot of personal conversations.  He is a single guy, never been married, doesn’t have a lot of family left, works very hard at a job that doesn’t pay all that well and he has a weight problem that has plagued his health and affected his relationships with women during his lifetime.  He is kind hearted and like me, loves animals.  He called me when he lost his first dog and he called again when he adopted his second dog.  I love hearing happiness in his voice and it hurts me deeply when I hear sadness.  He keeps me updated on the projects that he is doing around his house and we talk about the weather, his motorcycle, his job and so much more.

He recently told me about a health scare that he suffered.  As he described what happened I felt myself choking up because this man almost lost his life.  He has since been on a strict regimen of diet and exercise and his numbers are great.  He is looking forward to a long and healthy life now that he knows what a near-death experience can do to him.  Reality has been harsh.

One of the things that I’ve never really been able to wrap my head around is a specific request that he has during his fantasy calls.

He likes for me to call him names.  Now I’m not talking about “fantasy” type names.  I’m talking about really mean names – personal attack kind of names.  This goes against every single ounce of my being.  I have never, ever been one to call somebody out on their physical appearances, weaknesses, etc.

“T” has really forced me out of my comfort zone on this one and believe me, he is not alone.

I don’t understand it – but I think it has something to do with the fact that men who call my line can sense that the “REAL” me would never do something like this – so they kind of enjoy hearing the insults spewing from my mouth.

Here are some of the requests that I’ve had in the past…… overweight men who want me to call them fat ass, pigs, fat slobs, worthless, etc.  Black men who want to be called niggers, ghetto monkey, Sambo, etc.  Older white men who have erection issues beg me to make fun of their limp dicks and men who can’t get their wives pregnant want to hear me laugh at their useless sperm.  Some even beg me to tell them that their wives will leave them because of their issues.  It’s crazy and I promise you – it is NOT something that I find easy to do.

I feel awful after I’ve given a verbal lashing to men like “T” but they keep coming back for more so I guess they know that I’m not really that kind of person.  At least I hope that is the case.  Not all phone sex playmates are evil bitches but more on that subject later.  I don’t need to get started on the personalities of your average phone sex operator today.  That will take a while (ha, ha).  Let’s just suffice it to say that not everybody in this industry is as soft hearted or as kind as I am….. or intelligent.  HA!  Like I said…. more on that subject later.

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Jean – 1-866-855-9233

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