Hello to anyone reading!

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I’m rambling on here, kind of forgetting that there might be someone actually reading this!  So, hello to anyone reading!  I’ve kicked the blog off by giving a bit of background to my start on the chat lines.  That’s involved me going back to the start.

2 years on I’m not with the company I started out with, for reasons I’ll touch on at some point.  I’m still on the phones, but still not hammering them and earning my millions but earning enough without impacting on daily life or having to do that dreaded night shift.  I managed to pay for Christmas through the money I earned in November and early December.  To put that into perspective though we probably spent about £350 on Christmas. 

I’m jotting down topics to write about as they pop into my head.  I’ve got some crackers in store, some crazy callers, companies and other experiences and views on this industry.  Who calls, and why?  How much time do guys spend on the lines?

So many burning issues!

BUT WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?

I’d love to these if there are any questions you might have, things I might be assuming people know or any dirt you want me to dish?  Just leave a comment and let me know!

Where do fuck lines advertise for staff?

A good idea is to look in the paper. And I’m not talking the broadsheets here, think tabloid trash. You aren’t looking for the jobs section, look towards the back and the personal services and the little ones dotted around the sports sections. It won’t take you long to find the adverts you’re looking for. The ones advertising the chat lines to the men. You’ll see a sexy woman, pouting in her lingerie with a phone in her hand. Then you’ll see the large number, usually premium rate. Underneath all that you’ll see, in miniscule print, something along the lines of this service is operated by ……. and a company name.

Google that name.

Carrie was born

She’s a petite size 8, with a nice tight body, long blonde hair and green eyes. The rest is variable. You like small tits? Great, I’m a tiny, pert 28b. If a man asks “Have you got a hairy pussy?” what he’s saying is “I like hairy pussy”. If he asks “are your tits huge?” he is saying I want you to have huge tits, huge tits I shall have! It’s quite obvious when you get into the swing of it. It did take me a while to pick up on this though. At first I had in my mind smooth pussy and huge  tits thinking that this would be well liked by the majority and I’d reel this off when asked without listening to what they were wanting me to look like first of all. In the categories I’d been placed in (hard-core, granny, fetish, clean) Carrie was my age, 27. 

Other than granny, for obvious reasons really! Granny Carrie was 54. I think that was about as old as I could get away with. Fetish was the same introduction as hard-core. For clean I couldn’t mention sex, bum, tits or anything like that. If a guy came through on that line you weren’t allowed to “take the call dirty” at all.

Those calls were the hardest for sure. I’m assuming it was cheaper for the guys to call that line so they would phone it and try to get the ops to talk dirty. The company I worked for we’re very strict and would come down on girls like a ton of bricks if they talked dirty on that line. Basically if you got a whisper for the clean line you knew it would only last a matter of minutes, would make you next to no money and would involve a lot of you saying “oh you know I can’t talk about that babe” and would result in one pissed of horny guy slamming the phone down on you, totally buggering up your call stats.

So Carrie started her existence. Carrie adaptable, imaginative, horny and fun. What more could a guy be looking for?

The Carrie men imagine

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What I do…

Well there’s a lot that I do, so much more than just listening to men wank on the phone but that is all you are going to get to hear about here!

So how does a nice girl (ahem) like me get into the sex industry?  How indeed.  Well I’ve always been a bit of a dirty mare.  I used to phone chat lines as an hormonal teen and was fascinated that men wanted to wank off, listening to me.  It was a chat line where women called in for free but men were charged.  It wasn’t specifically a sex line but it doesn’t take a genius to work out that sex is what is on most men’s minds when they’d take their cock in one hand and their phone in the other.

So, at the tender age of 15 I was getting a sex education way beyond that offered by the likes of More and Just 17 (remember them?)

In time I grew bored with the men, I’d had my fun and even swapped numbers with one guy who would spend hours phoning my mobile.  Weird, fucked up shit really.  Anyway, I then discovered the wonders of the internet and got my fucked up fix of sleaze by trawling internet chat rooms.  Looking back it was total To Catch a Predator territory but I never felt in danger, I was playing the players really.

In amongst all this I did have quite a skewed view of relationships and went through what I shall diplomatically refer to as a promiscuous stage.  That stage lasted a few years until I met the guy I’d go on to marry, almost 11 years ago now. 

Then I left all that behind, with ease.

Mr C and I have always had an adventurous and varied sex life, role play, toys and all the rest of it.  I’d had a few bi experiences in the past which Mr C knew about.  And somewhat unsurprisingly he was turned on hearing about them.  Over time we decided to turn fantasy into reality and started to look for another girl to join us. 

It didn’t take us long to find someone we both liked and we nervously invited her round.  The night sent swimmingly, we had our first threesome.  No drama, jealousy or resentment like countless Dear Derdrie columns had suggested.  Just lots of fun.

We went on to meet another two girls then a couple.  It was the female half of that couple that opened the world of making money with sex (without actually touching anyone) to me.

Picture the scene, a couple of nervous couples enjoying a drink and the fizz of a highly sexually charged atmosphere.  So, what do you do for a living?  The conversation took a turn for the mundane.  Oh I earn about £50 an evening getting my tits out on camera for men she replies casually.