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Yeah, about that schedule you’re always asking about.
I just don’t have one.
Well, actually I do have one, but you wouldn’t recognize it as a schedule per say. Because real time schedules and phone sex schedules — well that’s like comparing apples and oranges. Basically, it goes like this: I show up, give you all I’ve got until I ain’t gots no more to give.
As a PSO trying to give each guy exactly what he needs I have to be on-my-toes hyper-sensitive, hyper-aware and hyper-focused. Even then I don’t always get it right, but no one can fault me for not always making the effort. And you CAN take that to the bank.
So today — in some ways — wasn’t as hard as others, because many of my callers were regulars, two of you just calling to chat. But, then again, the challenge with regulars is to always make the "same old kink" somehow fresh and exciting. Did we accomplish that Mr. P? I think we did and hope you do, too.
What I do know about today is that I spoke to twelve different gentlemen, with three of those calls lasting over an hour. We visited The Ava Martin Institute (for the "re-training" of the male spouse). There were three jerk-a-thons, one with a countdown (no cumming until I get to number one).
I was a naughty teacher wielding a formidable strap-on, a deliciously corrupt next door neighbor, a hypnotic demon-succubus and a cuckolding goddess with a penchant for black meat. Boys moaned and groaned and whimpered and wiggled. I teased and taunted and flaunted. I had my way with every last one of them.
It makes a girl tired. All of that sex.
So I’m going to bed now. I need my beauty rest so I can do it all over again tomorrow.
xo, Angela
PS: edited 3/1/08 to add …
And then I get the following email this morning:
Dearest Angela:
Thank you, it was great to talk with you. You are one of the nicest people I know. And so evil!!
Sincerely, Mr. P.
I do so love my work.
I would imagine that there’s a lot more to the business of phonesex than meets the eye, er, ear.
Sleep well and dream of men who send you flowers, comb your hair, hold your hand, help you with the dishes, take you for a drive in the country, meet you at the coffee shop just to spend some time out of their busy day with you.
And never–not even once–ask for sex.
This essay has definitely openeds my eyes to what a talented and multi-dimensional young lady you are. I think callers don’t even think of the whole picture from the girl’s point of view.
It’s like, oh yeah, this is her WORK!
Yet, it never feels to me like you’re working at all. That is how real you make it. Thumbs up and a zillion kisses.
I’m here to say that you take my “same old kink” and keep it surprising and outrageously hot over and over again. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, can work your kind of mojo. All I can say to the guys wondering if they should call you is to buckle down, saddle up, and prepare to be amazed.
You always do quality work. Most probably you do it because that’s just the sort of person you are. But you should remember that a lot of the recipients of your efforts — the lonely, the shy, the handicapped, those with cold wives, men that wouldn’t have any quality sex at all in their lives but for your voice and imagination. Yeah, I know they pay you. But they’re paying you and not someone else for a lot of good reasons. For a lot of people you’re sort of a cross between Shaherazade and Florence Nightingale. What you do is important. Don’t ever think it isn’t.
I must agree with the gang above. Our Angela is quite special and anyone residing on the taxonomic scale above annelid recognizes what a special treat spending time with you is.
I will suggest a modification though to PQS comparing you to a cross between Shaherazade and Florence Nightingale. I would think more like a cross between Shaherazade and Sister Theresa.
Oh stop it you guys!