Showing posts with label other PSOs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label other PSOs. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Friday, December 30, 2011
Weekend Women
In bad news, NiteFlirt pulled all of my friend Candace's listings (she has fixed the problem, but they didn't reinstate her listings before the holiday weekend -- boooooo).
In good news, she is available for calls for most of the weekend, and you can still call her! Just go directly to her listing with this link:
http://www.niteflirt.com/listings/show/9486337
Don't leave poor Candy all dressed up with nobody to play with! If you haven't called Candace, she's a good person: sincere and sexually charged and submissive... what more could you possibly want?
Or, if neither of us are around, there's a newcomer on the block:
Gentlemen, please welcome Luna Zega, a firecracker sexpot with crazy curves, an erotica writer's naughty imagination, and a deliciously experienced maturity. I met her the same way I met Candace - she found my blog, and wrote me asking a few questions.
She's obviously a smart lady with a keen understanding of human sexuality. You can find her listings here: http://www.niteflirt.com/lunazega
As for me, well, my husband and I decided last-minute that we would host a New Year's Eve party for our new kinky local friends... which is tomorrow... ZOIKES! So we're running around like crazy people trying to prep for an onrush of kinksters.
It's a lovely problem to have, but it means I'll be off tomorrow (New Year's Eve), and I will only be around Sunday and Monday for appointments, so email me to book your time (galianachance@yahoo.com)!
I hope your 2011 has a lovely finish, and that your 2012 has a lovely beginning!
http://www.niteflirt.com/listings/show/9486337
Don't leave poor Candy all dressed up with nobody to play with! If you haven't called Candace, she's a good person: sincere and sexually charged and submissive... what more could you possibly want?
Or, if neither of us are around, there's a newcomer on the block:
She's obviously a smart lady with a keen understanding of human sexuality. You can find her listings here: http://www.niteflirt.com/lunazega
As for me, well, my husband and I decided last-minute that we would host a New Year's Eve party for our new kinky local friends... which is tomorrow... ZOIKES! So we're running around like crazy people trying to prep for an onrush of kinksters.
It's a lovely problem to have, but it means I'll be off tomorrow (New Year's Eve), and I will only be around Sunday and Monday for appointments, so email me to book your time (galianachance@yahoo.com)!
I hope your 2011 has a lovely finish, and that your 2012 has a lovely beginning!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Kiwi Candy, the Crossover
The Hollywood-gorgeous Kiwi Candy and I were chatting today about callers we've shared in the nine months since she has skyrocketed to NiteFlirt fame. Background: she found my blog when she was first starting out, and at first I mentored her a bit, but we became friends as she kicked my ass in the ratings, and now I ask her advice as often as she does with me.
It's easy to bond in that vulnerable time of night that is made for fucking, that 10pm-2am window when both our defenses are a little lower and our minds are both set in sexy mode. We often keep each other company between calls.
She's as genuine as I am: she really loves phone sex, she really wants to please her callers, and she really is that adorable. But more important to me than her beauty and cuteness, she has the thing I require in my truest of friends: she genuinely cares about doing the right thing. Hell, if you generalize further, it's still true: she genuinely cares. She gives a shit. She's good people. I feel fortunate to know her.
Candy and I have never met in person, although I'm certain we will some day. (You'll get videos of us doing naughty things with each other if you fly me to her! Not kidding!) But we recommend each other a lot on our blogs and on our calls, which has led to us having 15 or 20 callers in common.
So today, we were talking about some of the Candy+Galiana fantasies our callers have played out with us, and we decided to do crossover blog posts about them. Because we're both giant dorks who amuse ourselves a lot. And this sounded fun, so we're doing it.
The Maid: He and I are married, and Candy is our maid, who probably never actually cleans anything other than my pussy with her tongue, while I'm guiding her head with my hands, and he's fucking her from behind. Oh, and my juices off his cock after he fucks me while Candy and I 69 with me on top. But not so much with the *dusting*, really.
Fembot Assembly: The Candy-bot makes a superb to help assemble a brand new Galiana-bot to test her pleasure thresholds. How does one test a new Galiana-bot? Have the Candy-bot lick and finger it when she is being fucked from behind, of course! Gosh. All the good technicians know that.
The Fembot Cat Fight: The handy thing about androids is that you can always wipe their memories and repair them, and they're as good as new! So, y'know, if the Candy-droid and Galiana-droid had their jealousy levels increased, we could rip each other to pieces... literally. It's obvious her chest panel is more delicate than mine, it's not my fault she can't function without this handful of wires. Oh, well, maybe it is. Oops. But what do I care? That'll keep her away from my man!
The Struggling Submissive: Since she admitted she's capable of having an orgasm without touching her pussy if the mental / visual stimulus is strong enough (as am I), he could tie her into an X and make her watch while he fucks me, and she can be released when she comes that way ... maybe twice ... if he's feeling generous ...
The Two-Girl Blowjob: The guy with the 11" cock (seriously, we've both seen him on cam, and he's not exaggerating) wants us both to slide our tongues and lips over him. Good, because I'm not sure either of us could take care of that thing on our own!
The Exhibitionists: Two different callers want to masturbate in front of us, as we're watching them, and possibly playing with each other, but the important part is that we're both watching him masturbate. We both honestly, genuinely love watching men stroke themselves, and we feel like we learn new techniques. We both especially like watching that guy in California with the full beard who does that overhand squeeze thing ...
The Strap-On: He wants to feel her pounding me with a strap-on because it shoves his cock deeper into my throat. Or me pounding him with a strap-on while he has his lips wrapped around her clit. Or one of us fucking him while he's fucking the other one. Or...
Oh good grief almighty, now I can't think straight. Surely someone has plane fare to spare, don't you? Pretty please?
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Drive-By Christmas Treat
I've heard of "drive-by tributes" (where someone who has never been a caller, and never bought any of your pay-to-views, gives you a tribute out the blue), but never been fortunate enough to be the recipient of one.
(side note: Today I had to take the day off because I had a dental visit. My extreme dental phobia means it's best if I choose "conscious sedation" (a prescribed drug which ensures I remember nothing later), so I don't remember anything today from about 9:50 am to 4:15 pm.)
(side note continued: I joked that I should have been taking true confessions calls, because I wouldn't have remembered them anyway right? An excellent plan! ... Except for the part where I was also sound asleep for most of that time, including leaning over and falling asleep against the wall as my husband was trying to get me out of the dentist's office. Soooo, maybe just as well I didn't try to take calls.)
So imagine my pleasant surprise when my NiteFlirt email contained a drive-by tribute! There was a lovely treat, for a lovely amount, from someone who had never before been on my customer list.
And then imagine my happiness growing exponentially when I read the accompanying email... Turns out it wasn't so drive-by after all: "Creamy Treat", aka Chloe (a Flirt who has commented on my blog a few times, I pointed out a few suggestions on her blog, but we haven't interacted in weeks) instructed one of her pets to give me the Tribute as a Christmas treat!
How. Awesome. Is. That!?!
A very Merry Christmas back to you, Creamy Treat Chloe! And to all your admirers as well!
P.S. I wanted to ask Chloe if I could include her name in my blog, but was feeling too impatient to wait for her email reply, so I called her via NiteFlirt to ask (she said yes, obviously). In case you were wondering, her voice is ADORABLE.
(side note: Today I had to take the day off because I had a dental visit. My extreme dental phobia means it's best if I choose "conscious sedation" (a prescribed drug which ensures I remember nothing later), so I don't remember anything today from about 9:50 am to 4:15 pm.)
(side note continued: I joked that I should have been taking true confessions calls, because I wouldn't have remembered them anyway right? An excellent plan! ... Except for the part where I was also sound asleep for most of that time, including leaning over and falling asleep against the wall as my husband was trying to get me out of the dentist's office. Soooo, maybe just as well I didn't try to take calls.)
So imagine my pleasant surprise when my NiteFlirt email contained a drive-by tribute! There was a lovely treat, for a lovely amount, from someone who had never before been on my customer list.
And then imagine my happiness growing exponentially when I read the accompanying email... Turns out it wasn't so drive-by after all: "Creamy Treat", aka Chloe (a Flirt who has commented on my blog a few times, I pointed out a few suggestions on her blog, but we haven't interacted in weeks) instructed one of her pets to give me the Tribute as a Christmas treat!
How. Awesome. Is. That!?!
A very Merry Christmas back to you, Creamy Treat Chloe! And to all your admirers as well!
P.S. I wanted to ask Chloe if I could include her name in my blog, but was feeling too impatient to wait for her email reply, so I called her via NiteFlirt to ask (she said yes, obviously). In case you were wondering, her voice is ADORABLE.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Me Stalking You
I admit it: sometimes I comment-stalk you. I'd never let it go to anything more serious, I promise. I swear.
The service is kind enough to allow the site to be indexed, so if I search on a user name, plus the name of the service, plus feedback, I can find feedback you've left for other phone sex operators.
Sometimes I'm surprised by who you've chosen. Really? Her? But she seems so... well... not like me. In any way whatsoever. She seems pretty much the opposite of Smart and Fun and Creative and Sex-Positive.How could you like me and also like dumb and mean and single-minded and a tease? (stricken because that was mean to say, but comments won't make sense without it)
Sometimes I'm surprised by the date. Wow, that was after our first conversation. Was I not available? Did I do something wrong? Or are you, like me, just never going to be satisfied with only one flavor of ice cream?
Sometimes I'm surprised because you've lied to me. You said you'd write me to schedule a time to call me as soon as work got less busy, but you didn't, and yet... here's feedback for someone. If there's not a reasonable explanation, then why would you feel the need to lie to a phone sex operator?
Sometimes I'm surprised you ever called me. You seem enamored of her, over a long period of time, and she's still working. Did you have a falling out? Did you add me to your repertoire, or did you just drop her for me (heaven forbid)?
Sometimes I'm surprised, and a little embarrassed, because I get a little jealous of the review you wrote. You haven't gotten that specific / enthusiastic / long-winded / effusive / poetic / elegant in your feedback of me... why not? It's a ridiculous response, I know, and I'm sorry.
None of these are appropriate to ask when we talk. It's your money, your phone call, you decide the conversational direction. If I have questions about your phone sex history, I probably need to keep them to myself.
I've heard that sometimes phone sex providers get jealous or possessive about their callers. That confuses me, because I seem to be lacking the genetic material to care whether or not my partner(s) are involved with other partner(s). But I absolutely have a competitive urge: what does she do better than me and how can I improve?
So I'm not possessive, but I do have a ravenous desire to know about your phone sex experiences with other providers, because I only know the calls that come to me, and the only way I'll learn more about my own industry is to hear your stories. So if you don't mind telling me, but don't want to use phone time, shoot me an email and tell me - I'm FASCINATED to know!
The service is kind enough to allow the site to be indexed, so if I search on a user name, plus the name of the service, plus feedback, I can find feedback you've left for other phone sex operators.
Sometimes I'm surprised by who you've chosen. Really? Her? But she seems so... well... not like me. In any way whatsoever. She seems pretty much the opposite of Smart and Fun and Creative and Sex-Positive.
Sometimes I'm surprised by the date. Wow, that was after our first conversation. Was I not available? Did I do something wrong? Or are you, like me, just never going to be satisfied with only one flavor of ice cream?
Sometimes I'm surprised because you've lied to me. You said you'd write me to schedule a time to call me as soon as work got less busy, but you didn't, and yet... here's feedback for someone. If there's not a reasonable explanation, then why would you feel the need to lie to a phone sex operator?
Sometimes I'm surprised you ever called me. You seem enamored of her, over a long period of time, and she's still working. Did you have a falling out? Did you add me to your repertoire, or did you just drop her for me (heaven forbid)?
Sometimes I'm surprised, and a little embarrassed, because I get a little jealous of the review you wrote. You haven't gotten that specific / enthusiastic / long-winded / effusive / poetic / elegant in your feedback of me... why not? It's a ridiculous response, I know, and I'm sorry.
None of these are appropriate to ask when we talk. It's your money, your phone call, you decide the conversational direction. If I have questions about your phone sex history, I probably need to keep them to myself.
I've heard that sometimes phone sex providers get jealous or possessive about their callers. That confuses me, because I seem to be lacking the genetic material to care whether or not my partner(s) are involved with other partner(s). But I absolutely have a competitive urge: what does she do better than me and how can I improve?
So I'm not possessive, but I do have a ravenous desire to know about your phone sex experiences with other providers, because I only know the calls that come to me, and the only way I'll learn more about my own industry is to hear your stories. So if you don't mind telling me, but don't want to use phone time, shoot me an email and tell me - I'm FASCINATED to know!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Call Envy Awesomeness
I just got an email that had "Happy Birthday" as the subject line, so I figured it would be a nice note from a blog reader who didn't puke after reading my obnoxious birthday season post, or a caller who'd seen my "Mature" listing obnoxiously announcing that I'm turning 40 in September.
Ohhhhh no. I have to admit, it's better than that.
It was from Call Envy, a top-rated Flirt on NiteFlirt, with consistently great feedback. And she's a peach on the speaker forums, always coming up with great ideas and helping other people. It's clear she loves her job.
She made me a birthday girl picture!! It's like my own custom card! How adorable is that? And the tone of purple even compliments the shirt I'm wearing in the picture.
I think in some ways, it's even better than a card from a caller, because Call Envy doesn't have any reason to want me to be happy other than just being a nice person. And, in theory, she has good reason to want me to be unhappy so I'll mess up calls and send people her way! But no, out of the goodness of her heart (and, I suspect, a touch of holiday boredom), she just did something lovely and cheerful for someone she barely knows.
Awwwww. My faith in humanity is momentarily justified and renewed. Thanks, Envy, what a fantastic Birthday Season gift!!
Ohhhhh no. I have to admit, it's better than that.
It was from Call Envy, a top-rated Flirt on NiteFlirt, with consistently great feedback. And she's a peach on the speaker forums, always coming up with great ideas and helping other people. It's clear she loves her job.
 |
| Thank you, Call Envy! |
I think in some ways, it's even better than a card from a caller, because Call Envy doesn't have any reason to want me to be happy other than just being a nice person. And, in theory, she has good reason to want me to be unhappy so I'll mess up calls and send people her way! But no, out of the goodness of her heart (and, I suspect, a touch of holiday boredom), she just did something lovely and cheerful for someone she barely knows.
Awwwww. My faith in humanity is momentarily justified and renewed. Thanks, Envy, what a fantastic Birthday Season gift!!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The Kindness Of Strangers
In Streetcar Named Desire, a battered Blanche DuBois comments as she is being escorted to the looney bin, "I have always relied on the kindness of strangers." The audience weeps for her, remembering her abuse at the hands of a non-stranger, and her illustrious history as a glamorous sex worker, and thinks, "Well, ain't that the truth."
So now in my job as a phone sex operator (PSO), I also rely on the kindness of strangers. Someone who does not know me in real life needs to listen to my voice for 15 seconds, or read 7000 characters or less of HTML, and decide they are willing to pay to talk with me in order for me to succeed.
The kindness of my phone partners (some of whom no longer feel like strangers at all) has been fantastic, in many of the ways I had hoped to find when I started this adventure.
But the really surprisingly kind strangers have been other PSOs. After a couple of weeks on the job, "Buttery Bellina" welcomed me to her category... because I had just slipped ahead of her in the listing rankings. Yikes. It's a lot easier to be happy about moving up when you don't know who you just passed... Bellina shared her experiences as an office-based PSO (sooooooo fascinating!!), and about experimenting with her rates. I'm significantly older than she is, but I feel like I gained a big sister!
Then "JungleFeverForever" dropped me an email out of the blue to let me know that one of my pics would break the Terms of Service (TOS) because it showed bare ass. You can show a thong-clad ass, just not a bare one. If your listing gets pulled, after you fix it, it goes to "pending" and has to be reviewed, which it can take 2-5 days!! Yikes! Thanks!
Then yesterday, "BBWbarelylegalAngie" dropped me a note and asked about my photographer, and also let me know that one of my new pictures also violated the TOS because it had sex toys in it. I wasn't touching any of them, mind you (which is what I thought would be a problem), they were just spread out in front of me. Really? That's a problem? She also shared some of her experiences as a BBW video goddess in case I ever want to head down that path. Thanks tons, Angie - you're a life saver! And grats on breaking 1400 on your main listing! You go girl!
So now, as I browse listings by other women, I've sent TOS-violation emails to three others, hoping to keep my karma balance high, and happy to save others from the dreaded pending limbo.
Truth be told, I have never relied much on the kindness of strangers much in my life. I've always been a bit stubbornly independent. It's hard enough for me to ask for help from people I love, much less to expect help from people I've never met in person. And yet, here I am, and strangers are showing up and being kind. And I love it. A lot.
So now in my job as a phone sex operator (PSO), I also rely on the kindness of strangers. Someone who does not know me in real life needs to listen to my voice for 15 seconds, or read 7000 characters or less of HTML, and decide they are willing to pay to talk with me in order for me to succeed.
The kindness of my phone partners (some of whom no longer feel like strangers at all) has been fantastic, in many of the ways I had hoped to find when I started this adventure.
But the really surprisingly kind strangers have been other PSOs. After a couple of weeks on the job, "Buttery Bellina" welcomed me to her category... because I had just slipped ahead of her in the listing rankings. Yikes. It's a lot easier to be happy about moving up when you don't know who you just passed... Bellina shared her experiences as an office-based PSO (sooooooo fascinating!!), and about experimenting with her rates. I'm significantly older than she is, but I feel like I gained a big sister!
Then "JungleFeverForever" dropped me an email out of the blue to let me know that one of my pics would break the Terms of Service (TOS) because it showed bare ass. You can show a thong-clad ass, just not a bare one. If your listing gets pulled, after you fix it, it goes to "pending" and has to be reviewed, which it can take 2-5 days!! Yikes! Thanks!
Then yesterday, "BBWbarelylegalAngie" dropped me a note and asked about my photographer, and also let me know that one of my new pictures also violated the TOS because it had sex toys in it. I wasn't touching any of them, mind you (which is what I thought would be a problem), they were just spread out in front of me. Really? That's a problem? She also shared some of her experiences as a BBW video goddess in case I ever want to head down that path. Thanks tons, Angie - you're a life saver! And grats on breaking 1400 on your main listing! You go girl!
So now, as I browse listings by other women, I've sent TOS-violation emails to three others, hoping to keep my karma balance high, and happy to save others from the dreaded pending limbo.
Truth be told, I have never relied much on the kindness of strangers much in my life. I've always been a bit stubbornly independent. It's hard enough for me to ask for help from people I love, much less to expect help from people I've never met in person. And yet, here I am, and strangers are showing up and being kind. And I love it. A lot.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)