A giant step backwards for women everywhere!

Hello all!

So I had three interesting calls tonight, and I couldn’t decide which one to blog about, so I’ll do a mixture of all three. All three are regulars, so you may hear about them again (some regulars you will find out about in later posts).

First, as an extension of my last post, (@ Sporting - I haven’t done anything with Ralph’s Facebook itself, he makes himself out to be a nice, churchgoing, MARRIED, middle-aged man), Ralph called me again. The usual bit, but he had e-mailed me prior and wanted me to call him names this time around. We picked a new victim together, and this time sent her an image of a woman having anal sex with the text “I want to see you get fucked up the ass.” Aww, how sweet! Then we did our usual spiel, only this time I was calling Ralph every name in the book and he wanted to fuck this new victim AND her daughter before they were sent away to the confines of Hell, where Satan was ready to fuck them up the ass with a long spiky cock. I got to call Ralph a sick fuck several times (hey, he did want to be called names!) so I felt a little bit better about it all!

My next call was from Joey. Joey is into a fantasy where he is three inches tall. He lives with me, in my home, and sleeps in my dresser at night. During the day, I carry him around in my bra and he gets to go shopping with me. Joey’s idea of an erotic time is helping me put rings on my fingers. I scoop him up and put him into my dresser where he very carefully helps me pick out rings and puts them on my fingers. After this, he likes me to hold him in one hand, put two ringed fingers on either side of his cock, and jerk him off. He really is a sweet guy, even if he is the size of a cockroach.

Last, but certainly not least tonight, was Brenden. Brenden likes to pretend he is a Priest, and I am his daughter. We have prayer sessions together (tonight we got through a good chunk of the Rosary), so I have several prayers typed up and sitting on my nightstand. He also is into extreme torture. So during a prayer, he would have me stop to straddle a candle, and continue to recite the prayer. He yells a lot if you scream and fuss while you’re supposed to be praying. He also likes to give holy water enemas, and punch girls to make them puke, and stick bags over their head, and in some cases, even murder them. You know, like any friendly old Catholic priest. He has very specific ways he wants you to scream and pray, so he can be quite demanding.

Those were my going-ons for the day, just a typical day in the world of phone sex.

Signing off for now,

Elizabeth

I had a call from a man named Ralph. I asked him if he had anything particular he would like in a call.

He replied “Yes. I want you to log into my Facebook account and force me to give you personal information for one of my female friends.”

So Ralph gave me his login information. I started browsing his friends, but realized it was hard to find one he knew, thanks to all of the spam on his friends’ list.

He realized the difficulty, and asked “Would you rather have a woman from church, or a neighbor?”

I chose a woman from church.

He told me to look up Karen Graham. Browsing around her profile, she looked like a nice middle-aged woman, married with children.

So I ask Ralph for Karen’s e-mail address, phone number, and address. All three he told me enthusiastically, with her e-mail address being her business e-mail… at a church (Ralph informed me she taught preschool there).

Of course, I wasn’t actually writing any of this information down. Ralph surprised me by saying “OK, now can you e-mail Karen a naughty e-mail? A porn video?”

I said “Sure!” without really wanting to…. until the bombshell came out:

“And can you also BCC it to me?”

Crap.

All of the characters I play have individual e-mail address and Yahoo! IM IDs. So with my fingers crossed that this video was going into her spam folder, I e-mailed her a bukkake gangbang video and sent a BCC to Ralph.

Ralph mentioned “There is something else that I am into as well.”

I asked “And what would that be?”

He said “I like to beg Satan to take Karen. Please, beg Satan to take Karen.”

So I’m saying “Oh, Satan, take Karen to your dungeon lair! Rape Karen with demons! Rip her flesh apart like the Christian whore she is!” while Ralph heavily breathes. About two minutes into this, he says “Thank you!” and hangs up.

If there is a God, I am going to Hell.

Ralph has continued to e-mail me and has done one more call with me, same basic idea, only this new victim he had me e-mail the words “I want to see you get fucked” and make Ralph verbally repeat my begs to Satan to take this new victim to Hell.

He is very disappointed neither of these girls has e-mailed me back, but he would like to continue doing this to more girls.

Oh, the things we do for money!

Hello all! I stumbled across this site and found myself laughing my ass off at the things I was reading. I could relate to so much of it! So I read a new writer was needed, and I jumped at the opportunity.

So hello everyone! My name is Elizabeth. I’ve been doing phone sex for a little over a year now. I got into it thinking it was just going to be moaning into a phone. I was wrong, of course! My job allows all of the guys with the absolutely strangest fantasies to call me. Most are married. Rarely does phone sex even occur. Usually it’s role playing bizarre fantasies instead.

However, I am good at what I do and 90% of the men that call me do call back, some call several times weekly. I am excited to be here, and I promise I will post the more bizarre antics of the phone sex world.

Just wanted to do an introduction tonight, tomorrow I will upload my first story!

Very excited to be here, and hoping this site can be brought back!

Signing off for now,

Elizabeth

Dear readers, phone sex whores, crippled people who need jobs and know how to spell,

Whore on Hold is a site dedicated to the ridiculous, perverse, sometimes sexy, always entertaining stories about phone sex operators and their interactions with gentleman callers.  With a lot of failed writers after Charlotte and Bea, Whore on Hold is ready to begin again.  Sadly Beatrix died in a gardening accident, and Charlotte is doing something a lot more fulfilling with her time.  I think she works as a restaurant hostess or something.  Even though we miss her, and she misses us, her living conditions prevent her from picking up the phone currently, which sucks since she was loved by all.  We need to put her behind us for now.  She may come back, she may not…but what we’re missing now are the stories.  We’re missing the funny anecdotes about tranny sex.  The vignettes about obese hicks masturbating to the thought of pregnant men.  So I’m putting the feelers out there:  LETS GET THIS SITE GOING AGAIN!

If you  or someone you know would be interested in writing for this site, email freaksafari@gmail.com  If you have no job, phone sex operators are hiring.  I hear it’s a rewarding experience that pays off nicely* Share your stories with us, and let’s get this site kicking ass again.  A lot of us miss it.

*HAHAHAHAHA…even I couldn’t say this with a straight face.

Check out some awesome shirts at www.shirtgenius.com

Also:  WoH is looking for a new phone whore.  Contact us if you’re interested in writing for this place.

Just taking a minor break as I was sick for a few week with the damn flu the immigrants have been bringing in!

I’m updating to wish everyone a happy Thanksgiving.  I hope it was worth the lives of the innocent Native Americans who were slaughtered for it!

Kisses,

Bea

My computer has been broken for the past week on top of my Internet being out due to a snow storm, so I’m sorry about the lack of updates.

I found this pretty awesome page detailing some anecdotes from a few phone whores.

 

A look at what phone sex operators look like as well as their desires, fears, motivations and most memorable calls from Philip Toledano Phone Sex project whose new book will be published in July 2008 by Twin Palms. The book interviews nearly 30 phone sex operators so that we can hear their stories during their work in the phone sex industry.

Check out 12 more pics of phone sex operators and their stories after the jump.

My first night, there was a gentleman who called himself Bob.

He explained that he had no one he felt comfortable telling his desires to, and
I felt a strange intimacy between us.

I think it’s easier to release repressed desires to a non-judgmental, fictional person, because there are no consequences in the outside world.

 

When I first started I was nervous.

But after a while, I guess you could say the kinkier the talk, the more I was like, wow!

Let’s just say I have found myself and my sexuality through this.

 

I got into phone sex because I thought:

‘Why not get paid for talking dirty, instead of doing it for free?’

It brings up my self-esteem up so much, knowing guys are looking at my pics and wanting to talk to me.

Wanting me to take them to a whole other place, fulfilling their fantasies. Painting that picture in their mind for them.

 

I got into working as a PSO about five years ago.

Before I did this I was working part-time in a doctor’s office and was
very unhappy with my work, and my home life. I was in an abusive
relationship and had no way in the foreseeable future of getting out.

Then a regular customer of mine sent me a very nice tip, and along with my income tax refund, I was able to relocate and terminate that abusive relationship.

If I didn’t work this job…I could have been killed by that man.

I struggle and I don’t make a huge income here.

But I survive, and I help my children when they need it.

I feel I’m doing a huge service, because any man can call and act out just about
any fantasy with me, and not have to worry about repercussions. I think being able to do this is good for them, as well as me.

 

I’m 60 years old, I have a BA in cultural anthropology from Columbia University, and I’ve been married for 25 years.

I make twice the money I made in the corporate world.

I work from home; the money transfers into my bank account daily.

I’m Scheherazade: If I don’t tell stories that fascinate the pasha, he will kill me in the morning.

 

I never thought I would work in the phone sex industry.

All those years doing customer service, my customers would comment on my sexy voice.

I thought I was being professional, not sexy.

This work is customer service too.

But your customers leave with more than a smile.

 

I was young when I started in the phone sex world. I had no choice.

My grandmother had gotten sick and I needed to be able to help her, and still work and make good money.

I was reading the paper looking for a night job, and I saw a job as a train conductor. I thought to myself, ‘rats!’ Then I saw an ad saying ‘Make good money as a phone sex operator,’ and well, I’m scared of rats, so ding!

As a virgin, it was hard for me to talk about sex to horny men.

I had to read books and watch porno films with my friends—they’d point at something on the screen and say ‘Use that in your phone calls!’

 

To the caller, when I first answer, I am the inanimate Barbie.

I breathe life into the fantasy, I carve the doll out of flesh.

I do not view myself as this doll, as the commodity.

I am the manufacturer who creates her from the blueprint that the caller provides me.

When the caller comes, it is positive feedback.

Like an architect patting his contractor on the back.

 

One of my most memorable calls was also one of the grossest.

It was a fetish call. A scat fetish.

I started out by telling him I was a vegan.

I cracked him up. He was laughing so hard, he had to hang up because he couldn’t get back into our fantasy.

 

The people who touched my heart were the ones who stood out.

There was Jonny in Boston. He and his wife were trying to get pregnant.

He was calling from a fertility clinic because the magazines he was given weren’t working for him.

He ended up calling regularly even after his daughter was born.

 

Definitely the most amusing part about the job was when my partner would be in the room with me, usually reading while I worked.

She’d only hear my half of the conversation, so she’d either think it was absolutely hysterical or, sometimes, kind of sexy.

I’d usually try to avoid eye contact with her during a call, because I’d see her stifling a smirk and I’d start laughing uncontrollably.

Sometimes I could work that into the call; other times I really couldn’t.

 

Just last night I received possibly the most disturbing phone sex call I’d had in a long time.

A caller shot himself with me on the phone.

Things like this always scare me.

My current track record stands at one confession of incestuous sexual abuse, and two other suicides.

For the longest time I thought children were the worst things on this planet.  I thought that children were the scourge of the earth, only existing to irritate the souls out of people who mattered, cared about things, and genuinely want to do good deeds.  People like Superman.  This was until I met an 18 year old on Election Day.

Today I performed my civic duty and voted.  Who I voted for is completely irrelevant.  There are thousands of blogs that talk about politics, why Republicans are Nazis, or why Democrats are evil twisted communistic demons, but what these blogs don’t teach you is voting etiquette, and I can’t believe it’s going to take a phone whoring sex toy saleswoman to teach you this…but here it goes:

Keep the shit to yourselves on Election Day.  I’ll repeat this.

KEEP THE SHIT TO YOURSELVES ON ELECTION DAY!

Who you vote for is your personal private business, not the strangers around you.  You had months and months to decide on a candidate, and Election Day, at the voting booth, is not a proper time to preach your political drivel.  Shut your fucking trap, you obnoxious bitch.

Take the annoying creature I met today, Suzy Whorebuttcz, for example.  Suzy just turned 18 and is obviously excited to vote.  She is young, not terribly bright, frumpy with emo glasses.  Her face is flat yet oblong, kind of resembling a taco.  She is telling everyone to vote for Obama.  She’s yelling out of her car window, “Obama!”  “Obama, vote for Obama,” to people walking into the building to vote.

Don’t be like Suzy Whorebuttcz.  She is a stupid cunt with absolutely no voting etiquette.

It’s people like her who trivialize the importance of elections.  18 year olds have such a limited grasp on politics and for the most part, should not be taken seriously.  They have experienced such a small percentage of what life has to offer that their reality is skewed and focused like a pig who can only look up at a 45 degree angle.  It’s not that I agree or disagree with her political affiliations as much as it’s how I don’t believe she has any fucking idea about what she’s talking about.  Sure, Suzy, you may be going to college.  Just like that “college” may have the word “community” in front of it, and your “major” may rhyme with “hiberal farts,” but your fancy shmancy attempts at an associates degree doesn’t negate the fact that you’re 18 and don’t know a god damn thing.  One day, Suzy, I hope you realize this if you haven’t killed yourself from listening to too much Fallout Boy.

Don’t be like Suzy Whorebuttcz.

And do not be like this person from IamRob’s (I’m sorry, Rob!) Freak Safari Forum.

“As we were handing in our ballots to have them signed by a witness, an older black man approached me and asked if he’d filled his out right. I go over it with him, and explain the difference between voting straight Democrat/Republican or going through each position and selecting the individual. He asked me if I’d voted before, and I told him I have been since I turned 18. He seemed surprised and I told him I felt obligated given that people of his generation fought and died so that I could vote. He told me he felt sheepish being 63 and voting for the first time, but he’d never had anyone to vote for before. Like a lot of people, he said he never thought he’d see the day. Then we both got teary eyed and handed in our ballots.”

This person in the story hasn’t voted his entire life because he never had anyone to vote for?  Give me a break.  The only reason why that guy voted for Obama was because he’s black, and it was blatantly obvious.  That person never educated himself, and the result is he chose not to vote.  Don’t be like that man.  Don’t be retarded.

Have voting etiquette.  Vote for people because you educate yourselves on what their policies are, not because of them being black.  Vote because you honestly care about the issues and want these people to represent you…not because they’re Irish, German, Italian, Black, White, Christian, Jewish.  It makes you sound like an uneducated asshole, and you shouldn’t be voting in the first place.  It’s the mentality like that girl and the old man she was talking to why we have electors instead of using the popular vote.  If the people honestly had that mentality through and through, we don’t deserve to have a say because that mentality makes us look like morons.

Have voting etiquette!