I was a psychotherapist before I decided to leave that high-stress career to have fun with professional phone sex. After many years sitting with my legs crossed properly in a chair listening caringly and politely to people’s secrets, I was ready to sit improperly, legs spread, hand under my skirt, listening caringly and provocatively to deeper secrets. I had been hearing secrets for a long time, but I yearned for darker secrets. Erotic secrets people don’t tell their therapist. Secrets they might tell a stranger on the phone. Sexual secrets that turn them on, that make them cum.
Your secrets. The ones you would tell a mature, sophisticated, intelligent woman on the other end of an anonymous phone line, knowing you are getting her as turned on as she’s getting you.
So I left the nice proper sanitized counseling world for the dark, arousing, murky, and naughty world of erotic phone sex.
I don’t miss it.
