Phone Sex and Small Talk
You’d think I would be a serious gab-aholic seein’ as how I make my living as a phone sex operator. Well, you’d be wrong. I’m the observer… the quiet one in the crowd. That all changes once I’ve had a few drinks, but that’s besides the point. I suck at small talk. Small talk in person? Forget about it. They’ll be no more than maybe 60 seconds of it from me unless we quickly hit upon shared interests. Small talk over the phone? I prefer to call it pillow talk and I actually enjoy that. I love that easy talk about how we’re feeling, chat about weekend plans, discuss jobs and books and music and movies and so on. There’s no pressure so we just talk about whatever comes to mind. I thought I was pretty good at it too (you know… charming, witty, endearing, sexy, informed). About a week ago I was on the phone with one of my regular phone sex callers. The heavy breathing, moaning finale was ten minutes in the past and the pillow talk was winding down. I know this because he said something like, “The cum has dried on my stomach and I need to go chisel it off.” I can pick up on subtle hints like that. ;) Keep in mind this was like our 50th call. Then he said, “You’re not much of a talker, are you?” Huh? Maybe his orgasm had wiped his short-term memory because I was already reaching for a glass of water to soothe my overworked vocal cords. We’d been on the phone for almost two hours and I certainly remembered doing alot of talking. Granted, it wasn’t ALL talk but the naughty specifics of our call are none of your business. lol After a few minutes (and yes, I was talking damn you!) I realized what he meant. I don’t have a problem with those nasty little awkward silences everyone else worries about. 30 seconds of silence doesn’t bother me. It’s not because I’m dragging out the call. I’ve never worked for a phone sex company so I don’t have the proper phone ho training anyway ;). I’m relaxing, adjusting my panties, listening to your breathing etc. and I assume you’re doing the same. Minus the panties part, of course, unless that’s your thing. I’m comfortable on the phone. We’ve just talked about some pretty intimate stuff and I’m comfortable with you. Personally I think that’s a good thing and I’m not about to change it. I’m not going to keep notecards by the bed in case I need a topic to fill in those silences. Besides, it wouldn’t even occur to me to use them because I suck at (forced) small talk.
To each his own.
