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1 min readJul 21, 2023
He didn’t want to talk about sex.
That was fine. As a phone sex operator, I had clients who were kinky, clients who were horny, and clients who were like him.
Lonely.
A single dad, he wanted someone to talk to about something other than Sesame Street. Calling me was more psychological than sexual, more about connection than coming. But he still had raunchiness in him; those conversations were enough to melt the phone.
And me.
When he was in those moods, I couldn’t resist the urge to grab a sex toy and go at it. I wasn’t pretending; it was real.
Based on his moaning, he agreed. Then we’d watch reruns of Seinfeld together as if nothing ever happened.
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