Pulling Back the Curtain: No. I’m Not Always Turned On By Your Painful Testicles.

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I read this article yesterday, by Jessie Sage, and it really resonated with me. The title is Sex Workers Are Not Your Girlfriend.

I notice that some men really need to believe that I’m sexually enjoying myself when I talk to them. And I totally get that. Obviously, you want the person you’re interacting with in a sexual way to seem excited and interested in what you’re doing. Even if it’s that you want to believe they’re enjoying your humiliation.

And usually, I really am excited and interested. I’m excited to provide a good service. I look at what I do on the phone and through text as service topping–meaning that I am topping for someone else’s desires.

That doesn’t mean that MY desires don’t sometimes intersect with the people I’m talking to! They very often do, and I often have a lot of fun dominating men through phone and sometimes text. (Text is just more difficult to form that connection.) But when I talk to men, my focus is on them. It’s not really on me, even if they want to believe it is. It HAS to be on them because I want them to enjoy themselves.

I sort of feel like it’s dangerous to say that. It’s pulling back the curtain on a secret that perhaps I shouldn’t reveal. Because so many men want to believe that they are satisfying me and that all of our interactions are about MY pleasure. They say they want to worship me. They say they want to serve me. They say they will do anything for me! They really want to know that I’m enjoying myself, that this turns me on.

But, really, these are the most difficult calls I have with people because they either give me no sense of what the caller actually wants or they expect ME to be sexually excited by essentially service topping them. I get so many questions in the vein of “You really like this, huh? This really turns you on. Doesn’t it! You love me hitting my balls for you (even though CBT is not an actual IRL kink of mine)!”

The truth is that however I might be served or worshipped in person, we aren’t in person. So we are limited to fantasy and however one can serve or worship through the phone. And while I might find it fun to humiliate a guy or talk about pegging or chastity or whatever, I might not be in the mood to feel sexy, and my focus is really on reading his cues and needs–not my own.

In fact, if I did focus on MY sexuality during most of my calls, callers would get bored because I wouldn’t be present for them. I would be focusing on what I need to come and not what THEY need to come…or not come, depending on their preferences.

And realistically, most of these men don’t really want to make me feel good. I mean, they don’t want to make me feel BAD! It’s just that it’s not really about me. It’s about them–rightfully so. They’re paying for it! They get off on “serving” and “worship” in general. And that’s totally cool, and I love to make that exciting for them. But we are really playacting. When you worship my feet, you aren’t really there worshipping my feet. We’re just imagining.

If you really wanted to please me or serve me, you would tip me to the best of your comfort level, because that is real! I can really see the money you send me. It helps me meet my weekly goal I set for myself. But it’s hard for me to ask for that because then it sounds like I’m not there to have fun and enjoy myself and enjoy dominating men just for my own kicks.

I don’t consider myself a findom but I also won’t pretend that I don’t love men who are heavy tippers or who buy lots of my goodies or have long or frequent calls with me. It is the REALEST way online that you can show you actually appreciate and enjoy me. And I definitely do give special attention to guys who demonstrate that they think I’m worthwhile.

It seems like what a lot of guys want to believe is that I’m just doing this for fun because I love dominating men. That the money is irrelevant. And in fact, I do like dominating men. But I don’t really consider what I do on the phone as domination. I consider it play domination. Ultimately, the people who call me are clients. While it’s true that there should always be enthusiastic consent for all kink play, the inherent nature of money changing hands changes the dynamic–for me. So, while I am in control, I also need to consider the person’s happiness so he wants to talk to me again.

In my real life, I do what I want to do with my partners (within our agreed upon boundaries). I’m not “ON” all the time. And a lot of what we might do together might look kind of boring to outsiders. And if pleasure is focused on me, I just get to relax and enjoy it. It’s not a performance.

I also don’t talk to my clients about my problems. Talking to me an is escape for most people. It’s not that a lot of them don’t want to know me, but they want to know the BEST me, the fun fantasy me. Not the bitchy me with PMS or the sick me or the me who snores. (I do not snore. That is a total lie!)

My best clients are people who see me as a person, really enjoy what I do and how I make them feel, show me appreciation financially to the best of their abilities (I recognize that people have different financial situations), and simply like that I give them a feeling they want. They don’t nag me to have an orgasm or ask for constant assurances that I’m enjoying myself. I enjoy myself if I can tell that you’re enjoying yourself.

It doesn’t hurt if you are also polite and funny. And or look cute in panties.

I Humiliated a Boy, and I Liked It

I’ve been pretty transparent here about my forays into phone sex and if it would continue or not.

I will never reveal any specific information about any of my customers here, as I feel that would be akin to outing someone in the kink Scene. But I have no problems speaking in generalities about the kinds of men I encounter.

Truthfully, the last few days have been a grind, for the most part. Not all of the time! No, there are definitely some bright spots and people who make me laugh or smile and are just lovely. You know who you are! But some of the men I was speaking to who I really liked have fallen off the face of the earth. I assume that’s either because of holidays or because they felt they were spending too much money. Or they just got bored with me.

It’s not my business, and I don’t blame them. I would consider spending money on me a luxury experience for entertainment or therapeutic value, and I wouldn’t want someone spending more than they could afford.

But it has been disappointing, because I LIKED them and because they called or chatted with tributes. It was a win-win. They got a good experience, and I actually also got a good experience (although it is still “work” to make sure I’m exciting people) and I got paid for it.

I have been having to “bid” more money on Niteflirt because it costs more when you are no longer new on the platform. You can think of it like Google Adwords for phone sex/sexting. I bid to be listed higher up where more people can see me. And sometimes I bid up to around 1.50 per click, which can really add up if people see my ad, click on it, decide they aren’t into me, and move on.

And some of the guys who have been contacting me. Well, they aren’t as nice as the customers I’ve lost. I would not say they have been outright rude, but some have definitely made me FEEL like a fetish dispenser, which technically I am, but it’s not fun to FEEL like it.

With the men I like, it feels like a mutual exchange of enjoyment or intimacy. I feel respected. They act like they see me as a real person and as someone who is trying to give them a good experience. It is a delicate balancing act between my actual kinks and other people’s kinks that I might not share. But that doesn’t mean that it can’t be exciting to excite someone else. Service topping can be great when I feel appreciated for it.

But some of the men lately have clearly not been seeing me that way, and it becomes a decision I have to make about whether my dignity is worth the money. Because I don’t rely on this to pay bills, it should be a no brainer, and I may have to start being pickier. I would rather have fewer clients (customers?) who I like than more that I dislike. If not, I will burn out.

In the middle of all this, I got a random call from someone who really wanted to be humiliated. He popped up out of the blue. And he was clear that he REALLY wanted to be humiliated. I believe he used the word “destroy.” LOL.

Normally, I’m not into humiliation. It’s definitely not something I do with a partner or even a play partner. My kink is basically sexual, and harshly verbally degrading someone isn’t a turn on for me. So, I have no idea why he called me, because I specifically say I don’t do harsh humiliation or degradation (although I sort of have been).

But let’s just say that I have been having a bit of hostility about the way in which I’ve been treated by men who, of course, claim that they want to “worship” me…with anything except their wallets. Even when they take up a lot of time, bore me, and pay relatively little. So, I was game.

And man it felt GOOD. Oh, it felt SO GOOD! I let loose with a stream of verbal degradation so mean that even I was a little bit shocked it was in me. I’m not sure why, as I can actually be a really angry person and have to control it a lot! And he loved it. Totally loved it.

And I felt so freed afterwards. I thought, maybe I need to do more of this? Fuck this being nice thing. I mean, if you are worth being nice to, then I will be nice. I really am into gentle, sensual domination, especially with guys who make me feel like I want to sensually dominate them.

But if you treat me like a chat fembot there to totally cater to your specific kinks in the exact way you want, and you have never heard of the word TIPPING, then I might at least get the pleasure of making you feel like total shit about yourself. You tip your waitress. Tip your PSO too, dude, if she’s been chatting with you about your specific kinks for an hour for 20 dollars—especially if you like her and want her to think well of you.

So, I don’t know. Do I join the scores of hardcore humiliatrixes on NF who perhaps have discovered themselves that it’s not generally worth being nice? Do I step back and just become pickier, at the expense of money? What I can’t do is continue to abase myself for pocket change from people not worth my time.

Small Penis Humiliation: The Kink That Dare Not Speak Its Size

Since I’ve been doing phone work–sex, domination…whatever you want to call it…I have been bombarded with a kink that I NEVER thought I would do.

That is SPH, or small penis humiliation.

I’m going to be honest. I never practice this kink in reality. I have actually only ever been with one man who really had a small penis, and I can’t say that it bothered me, but nor can I say I would have been happy with the situation long term. It would make positions that I like difficult. However, I certainly did not ridicule him. It’s not like there aren’t things about my own body that are stereotypically considered “lacking.” And he actually WAS really good with his mouth.

And I have never had sex with or played with a man who had an SPH kink in person. Or, if so, no one told me. It always seemed like a strange thing to pretend that someone’s penis was small when it was right in front of me and of totally normal size. And why would I WANT to pretend? I’m not really into humiliation. Just embarrassment. If I’m going to make fun of you, it’s for something real, or at least not something so obviously not real.

I also felt there was something sort of sad about a guy’s self-worth being so caught up in the size of his cock. It’s just so…obvious. Right? But, honestly, I suppose it means something to men (or a lot of men) that I will probably never quite understand as a woman.

Since my phone listing states clearly that I’m in gentle femdom, I was surprised when so many men started talking to me about their small penis humiliation kinks. To me, that seems pretty humiliating, even though I can be sweetly humiliating. I wondered what it was about my profile that made them say, “Ah! Her! She will be really mean about my penis!” At first, I was very tentative about it. I really worried I was going to hurt the men’s feelings, accidentally go too far and leave some kind of psychic scars on them. LOL.

But, no. I do not think so.

And they just keep coming. Literally. So many guys who want to be made fun of for having small penises! And I admit that it’s gotten more fun. Does the kink turn me on? No. Not really. But if I like the guy and that’s his kink, well, I like service topping! And it can be hot to hear his reaction and excitement. That can turn me on.

I will say that if I really like someone, the more I get to know them, the harder it is for me to be really mean and humiliating. It’s just not how I’m made. I like the play, but I worry that the things I’m saying might actually be taken to heart and worm their way into someone’s self-esteem.

I do understand the excitement of erotic humiliation. It’s a kink I like myself but rarely experiment with because it’s so loaded and because I have a sort of specific way I want it to be done which I think just works better in my head. (Yeah. Control freak. Only humiliate me the way I WANT to be humiliated!)

So, it’s not that I judge. I get what feels hot about it. But it’s easier for me to do it with complete strangers. The more I like a person, the harder it is for me to make him feel bad about himself–even if he likes it.

The Intimacy of Phone “Sex”

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Is it me you’re looking for?

So, I’ve been on Niteflirt for about a month and a half now.

I am such a baby at this.

Some days are very exciting, and I make a lot of money, and I talk to interesting people I like. Some days are slow, and the people I talk to are…not jerky…actually…so far I’ve had the good fortune to only talk to people who have been polite. But maybe just not people with whom I feel a connection or vibe, where it feels a lot more like WORK than playtime.

It’s best when it feels like playtime that I get paid for, and for which I’m also making people happy. There is a kind of freedom in that, with none of the baggage that comes with a real life relationship but also a strange amount of intimacy.

I’d always heard sex workers say that a lot of what they do feels like therapy, and I think there is some truth in that. Certainly I talk to men who just want to get off and have kinky fun with me. And I like that. Sometimes a lot! But then I also talk to some with whom I feel like I develop a quickly intimate connection or just discover that I REALLY like–or at least really like my perception of them through the lens of our odd kind of “relationship.” I’ve definitely developed internet “crushes” on a few, where I get excited hoping they will contact me again.

I suppose that isn’t that strange. This kind of connection through the phone or computer can feel very liberating. It gives people the confidence to be more of themselves, and I think a lot of men who don’t feel like they can express that honesty in person are able to do so more behind the veil of anonymity.

And there is also kind of a feeling of…honor? That they are trusting me with these feelings and secrets. It makes me feel protective of them, especially the young ones. I want to be like their Fairy Kinkmother, guiding them to a happy life of debauchery. LOL. Although, of course, there is always the risk of overstepping my bounds. They are still men, and they are paying me for a service. I’m not in actual relationships with them, and I can’t just fix all of their problems or issues any more than I can so easily fix my own!

But it feels good to help people. It does. It feels good to know that maybe I’ve made someone who was lonely feel a little more connected and appreciated. You might think that in a kind of relationship where money changes hard, it’s thoughtless and cold. But it doesn’t feel that way. In a surprising way, I think it is because we understand the boundaries of the relationship that the intimacy gets to exist. If that were altered, I couldn’t be as free with my thoughts or probably they with their secrets.

Philosophical Ramblings About Sex Work: AKA The Whores You Meet At Whole Foods. Also, free BOOBS.

Just your average PSO, also getting her organic quinoa at Whole Foods before soccer practice….

I have a temporary set up from which to write. I realize how spoiled I am. I normally have two screens and a big desk, and I am always shifting all my web windows around. Now I’m on my tiny laptop screen, and I’ve plugged in my clacky keyboard I love. Clack. Clack. Clack.

First, I did manage to put some content together! Look for it in the upcoming days. It’s quite sexy! And I did a sort of silly (in a good way) free audio recording you can find here all about BOOBS. The author has a boob thing, using that word in particular, and who am I to judge? It actually got me thinking about the smutty words I like best. For example, I prefer “tits” to “boobs,” but “breasts” over them both. And I hate “dick.” It doesn’t sound at all sexy to me. Put your dick in me? Ewww. “Cock” for the win.

But that’s not what I wanted to write about today. That was the intro..like the annoying thing some podcasters do when they start a show ostensibly about some topic and then banter back and forth about trivialities for the first 15 minutes. I hate that. And I did it.

No. I had this funny thought occurred to me the other night about the phone sex thing. I thought, “I wonder if my callers look down on me?”

I guess what I thought was funny is that it seems so obvious. Right? Our culture most certainly looks down on sex workers, which, if I’m being honest, I am dipping my entire feet into now…wet tongue licked toes and all.

Did I look down on sex workers? Well, I don’t know. I’ve always believed that sex work should be legalized. It seemed to me that selling your body for sex was not much different than selling it by giving a massage. You are providing a service, and it only seemed like puritanical American bullshit that kept it (mostly) illegal.

I also never believed that all sex workers did sex work because they had no other choices. Hell, if I’d looked like a typical stripper when I was twenty, I might have given it a go! Prostitution, I’m not so sure, just because I am quite picky and a bad liar. I’m not sure I could have sex with someone I wasn’t physically attracted to for any amount of money in a way that would make him believe I liked it.

I think I always felt like some women did sex work because they had to and some did it because they wanted to, and I felt protections should be in place for both categories. And then there is the question of–what is sex work? If I write smutty romance novels? Am I sex worker? Probably not? But if I’m sexting or talking with men for money, am I? Maybe?

Joining the Scene, I started meeting some pro dommes, or women who sometimes pro dommed or had in the past. I was much more fascinated than judgmental. I think being a pro domme is a form of sex work, even if no PIV sex is involved, but that doesn’t mean I judge it. It seems hard and something that requires a lot of education and interest to be really good at the job.

But the people I talk to on the phone or mostly over chat, aren’t usually a part of the kink Scene. I talk to quite a few professionals, at least men who claim to be professionals, and I found myself wondering…what do they think of me? Do they think I have no choice but to be doing this? Do they feel sorry for me? Do they feel superior to me? Because I know that my views about sex work are unusual, I think even today, and I think even among some other educated and otherwise progressive women.

Maybe I had that sliver of doubt. Is this something I should feel ashamed about? I am a very educated woman. Do these men imagine me in a trailer somewhere in Idaho with three babies on my hip and a 9th grade education? Do they realize that we could run in the same social circles? I kind of doubt it.

Is it degrading for me to talk to men about kinky sex while they masturbate? But then…why should I feel ashamed about it? I like to masturbate. I like to talk. I like to write. I like sex. If I can make money doing the things I like, and I get to be entrepreneurial and think of crazy things to try–and if I’m also making other people happy while I do it–well, what the hell is wrong with that?

An Honest Discussion About Starting Phone Sex Work

Ah, a landline. How quaint.

Hello my daring deviants! Actually, that was a typo, and it was supposed to be “darling,” but today is Halloween. So, be DARING!

For close to the last week, I’ve been experimenting with doing phone sex. I could say I’m a “phone actress.” I mean—sure. But if I’m an actress, I’m pretty exclusively acting in erotica!

It has been an interesting week. I’m actually very glad I’m trying this. It’s wild. It’s something I had occasionally thought of trying in the past but had always been too afraid and also something I didn’t really know how to get started doing.

But, weirdly, although I didn’t create this blog or any of my social media for that purpose, those are all things that one is encouraged to do when getting into PSO work. So, it wasn’t that hard to just jump on in!

I should say that even though I’m doing phone work, a lot of my actual conversations are over chat. That is an option too. And it’s part of what I wanted to talk about.

Here are some initial thoughts:

Most of the men have been very nice. Someone insisted I was a man—over chat. That was funny. Maybe he wanted me to be a man? But overall the guys so far have been very polite.  I had one guy contact me who wasn’t submissive at all, and that was odd. He was nice, but we were definitely NOT in the same universe. I got the feeling he called me because he wanted to “tame,” me, which somehow reminded me of men insisting they could turn lesbians straight. It did not happen. We had a pleasant conversation, and I suggested he would be happier talking to someone else.  

The phone calls have varied. Initially I was taking calls without any prior interactions, and that was uncomfortable. It would be like a sub showing up and saying, “Do whatever you want with me, Mistress.” And I’m like…umm…give me some money and clean the bathroom?

And there IS a lot of, “I want to serve you,” and “I’ll do anything for you.” In person, I would not be having that. But this is over the phone. A surprising number of the men I’ve talked to have no other experiences with kink. No Fetlife. It’s all very undercover for them. They’re not saying that to be jerks. What they REALLY want needs to be teased out of them. And this is a service I’m providing. I’m topping. Would I like this in a person I was romantically interested in? NO. But this is not that.

So, I changed up my profile and asked guys to write me first. That worked much better because I could ask them questions before we talked so I had some idea of what they wanted. It made me less nervous, and I think it creates a better experience for them. I am starting to actually enjoy the phone calls.

I’m actually surprised by the number of men with SPH fantasies. I mean—it’s more than I would have thought. And it’s not something that’s a kink of mine, But it is sort of fun? I can be mean over chat or the phone in a way I couldn’t be in person.

I have had a few people contact me from my blog or other social media, and those have actually been some of the best calls. They were really fun because the people “knew” me a little bit. They understood my style. So, it was very easy to be myself. 

Feet people are fun.  And I have had two people contact me about tickling fantasies, but they never went anywhere, which bummed me out, because I really LIKE tickling people. (Although I don’t know how that works on the phone.)

And there have been several guys with fantasies and kinks that really overlap with my own. So, those were great! I got to just dirty talk about things I really like to dirty talk about!

And some people buy my audios. And that’s really cool. It’s very nice to log in to my account and see that someone bought my goodies. I have my Keyholder series up with me reading it out loudand I’m really hoping some people buy those because I was very excited about it. People have liked the stories.

I don’t actually take THAT many calls, mostly because I have to take calls in a private place. I am on chat a lot of the day, though, and I’ve been getting a lot of chat requests. So, I will talk about chat.

I like texting…BUT. I text a lot normally. I am a fast texter. But texting is not paid in the same way that phone calls are paid. And paid chat is draining. And I don’t mean “draining” in a hot way. A lot of men want to chat, either because someone is there and they can’t talk, or because they’re scared of talking on the phone, or because maybe chat is cheaper.

And it is cheaper.  A lot cheaper for a lot more work unless someone is a very fast typist. I am—but that doesn’t mean the person on the other end is! And it doesn’t matter if I am fast if the other person is slow. If there are a few people chatting with me at once, that’s not bad (if I can keep them straight in my mind).

But, for instance, I chatted with 1 person for 2 hours the other day, and after fees were removed, I basically made 15 dollars an hour. I don’t NEED this job, so that’s just not enough money to make, especially if someone wants more than a basic human interaction through words.

I am experimenting with ways to make chat more worth my time, since I do like it, and I think I am somewhat gifted with words. But there’s no way for me to raise my chat rate and some guys are offended when I ask for “tributes” to make it more lucrative. One person had an entire role play script OVER CHAT and said I was pushy when I asked for more money to compensate for the time and effort it would take.

I have had a few people approach me for time outside of the service and some of that went well and was a very good experience, and some of that—well—let’s say I learned a lesson about trusting people (AKA—usually don’t).

A thing I am surprised about…I really like the money. I mean, that should be obvious. I really do enjoy kink. That’s no lie.  But it is a service, and I admit that when I see that account balance going up, I am excited! You can really make a decent amount of money on your own time doing something that’s pretty fun.

And, overall, I like the guys more when they pay more. Does that make me sound shallow and vapid?

I mean, I am NOT in a relationship with the people I’m meeting online. Maybe I could develop relationships with them over time, but they would be different from my in-person relationships. I am really catering to someone’s fantasies and helping them realize them—not asking them to bring me ice cream when I have my period and bitch to about my family.

So, the guys who pay more seem to realize this. This is a business transaction. A fun business transaction where I attempt to be very present and engaged. Paying more is an acknowledgement that I am doing good work. I give more, the more I get. I understand that it’s expensive, but it’s not like there isn’t tons of free porn out there. If you are engaging with a sex worker of ANY KIND, either understand that it costs money or–just don’t do it. No one is making  you. I don’t cheap out on my hairdresser when she does my highlights!

And last, I could see getting burned out very quickly. I made a good amount of money in just a few days. I don’t know if that would last. I did work a lot—if not on the phone, then on chat or checking all my social media or writing things like this!

But it is a lot of emotional labor. And when my partner wanted to have kinky talk with me, it was hard to switch gears from “doing this for the benefit of someone else” to “doing this for the benefit of me.” If I keep doing this I will need to set better time limits so I don’t burn myself out emotionally, because I really LIKE kink.

I wouldn’t want it to become something in my personal life that felt like….well….work!

Oh yeah…poppers and Gooning? What? I know what poppers are, but they are like an entire THING on PSO. And Gooning? I had literally never heard of this before, and it is creepy!

I Did the Phone Sex. (And Liked It.)

I’m a little biased, but I think this is a very sexy picture of my mouth.

Hello, my darling deviants! (I really like this greeting.  It may stick around.)

So, I debated whether or not to write this post, but I shall tell you a secret. 

I did THE phone sex.

I mean, I created a Niteflirt account a week or two ago. (It took me forever because you have to know HTML and get it approved, and I was like…what am I doing!!!! But then I finally got it up two days ago.)

And last night when I couldn’t sleep, I decided to try it.

And I liked it! I really did. It was a lot of fun. (Of course, I listed myself in the Mistress category.)

And a little scary. And a little like I have no idea what I’m doing, and I hope these people don’t give me bad ratings.

But it was also exciting and anticipatory. And the men were quite nice. I’m sure some are jerks, but I got lucky and had very polite callers. I will not reveal anything about them here.

Now…why was I afraid to share this here?

Well, this blog is real. I am a real woman. I have these very real desires, and I have very real relationships in which I enact these desires in a loving way. I didn’t create this blog to troll for phone sex callers—although I did create it to do SOMETHING with my love of writing and talking about kink.

I’ve gradually realized that I really enjoy the feedback from my stories and audio recordings, and I like interacting with people who read and listen.  But I am also trying to make some money! And I had often toyed with the idea of trying phone sex over the years, but I was just too scared. I thought I might be awful at it. (I might be awful at it. I guess I’ll see.)

Phone sex is fantasy. I do think you can probably develop real relationships with callers, but we aren’t going to meet in person, and unlike in my IRL sex and kink where I AM in control, in phone sex, even femdom phone sex, I really only have the illusion of control. Because I’m essentially acting as a service top. People are paying me for a service. And that’s ok. That’s fine and fun. But it’s fantasy.

In fact, the hardest part of the calls I took last night was figuring out what people wanted. It would have been nice if someone said, “I’m really into edging until I’m a quivering mess, and I love it when you talk about my leaking pre-cum and keeping me in a cage like your pet and use lots of ‘good boys’ on me.” Or, “I just want to chit chat about how I have a thing for white fishnets.”

But, alas, that did not happen. And so I ended up in a strange place of having to ask people what they liked and wanted, which probably breaks the illusion. But if there is a smoother way to do that, I will have to learn it.

So, there is a part of me that didn’t want to share this information here, because I worried that if people knew I was trying out phone sex, they would see me as a character and not as genuine. But then there was a part of me that DID want to share it, because:

  1. Marketing. Duh.
  2. This blog is partially about my life, and this is my life.
  3. It’s kind of fascinating! I have never done any paid sex work before.

So…I will provide you with my listing IF you want to call and talk to me or chat. I might talk about this here sometimes or I might not. I might keep doing this or I might not.

The Gentle Domme on Niteflirt

It’s an experiment!