Since I discovered professional phone sex a year and a half ago, my life and identity have evolved immensely. I went from denying myself pleasure and fearing the fantasies in my mind to realizing that not only am I far from being the only one having these fantasies, there’s no need to be ashamed of them.
It’s taken a long time to get here. I’ve had literally thousands of conversations with fellow pervs on every subject imaginable. This has created not only an open-minded perspective within me, but an overall fascination with the psychology of human sexuality.
What a privilege it is to have so many men trust me with their intimate stories and scenarios! They help me along my journey in more ways than they could fathom. Most of us were taught from childhood that sex is a shameful thing. Paying for phone sex might seem pathetic to those who have never had the experience of talking to a confidante, a stranger, who does not judge you for the things you are into nor the things you have experienced. Sounds kind of like a “sex therapist” of sorts, right?
The other day I spent twenty minutes sniffing pepper, dust from my vacuum, and other irritants, trying to sneeze for a fellow. One time, his girlfriend sneezed while they were having sex. Once he felt how tight she got, he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Now it’s a major thing that gets him off. I am in no way shaming this or any other kink. I find it interesting that something so miniscule can formulate a kink that will not go away. It doesn’t matter where you try to stuff it, who you marry, or how long you deny it. It becomes a secret you typically keep to yourself (unless you are in the right company).
There is a part of sexual liberation that is beyond healing. In fact, my sexual liberation has been one of my very favorite facets of my healing journey. It’s fucking important! Every single person has a sexual identity. We hide it away, acting professional and innocent most of the time. Putting on our game face to the world, acting like sex isn’t on our mind or even in a proximity. We’re all sexual beings… you reading this, yeah… I see you
I’ll be the first to admit that I am a fucking slut, and I am no longer ashamed of it. I love sharing that intimacy with fellow humans who feel the same way I do about pleasure. I won’t say that everyone is kinky, perse, but I do think that we, as a society, should start talking about sexual preferences a little bit more. Perhaps we would discover that our “perversions” aren’t that perverse, after all. There are thousands of people who are into the same weird stuff you are, even if the majority are too scared to admit it. In my opinion, that’s where things start to get dangerous. When we hold things in and attach shame to them, they fester, build up, and take control. Or quite the opposite, completely shut us down.
While phone sex does include a lot of orgasms, it’s also a safe place for our kinky little underworlds to come up for air. Whether you are a man who is into wearing women’s underwear and surrendering your control… or you’re the sadist who needs to hurt but not harm… Whether you are the sneeze guy, or the adult baby… Whether you are into anal, gangbangs, or golden showers. Even if your kinks get way more twisted and darker than the things listed above- you are valid. It’s what does it for you. Here, you have a fantasy world where all is possible; the only limit is your own imagination. No harm, no foul. Just two adults talking about what drives them to explode with ecstasy. It’s fucking beautiful, pun intended. -Indie XoXo