I’ve got another story about just how difficult my job as a phone sex operator is, and it’s a doozy, let me tell you. I was sitting and relaxing on my back porch the other day with a cup of sweet tea in my hand, still logged in, when my phone dinged at me, letting me know that I had a call coming in. My neighbors don’t really need hear the kind of conversations I can have sometimes, so I headed back into my house, took a seat on the couch and had a very interesting twenty-minute call with one of my regulars. Once that was finished I got some fresh tea, wandered back to the porch and took a seat to watch the hummingbirds flit around. You see? That twenty minutes almost ruined my afternoon! If that sounds like something you’re willing to deal with, though, go ahead and apply for a spot with phoneamommy. It’s not all that bad, I promise you!
