Salacious

Let me first start off by saying there wasn’t some major crisis or whatever you think that led me to step into the world of vibrators, loud moans, and pay per minute orgasms, though I will say I stumbled into it by accident.

It was just like any other night. A woman whose occupation was a phone sex operator was in the movie I was watching. I–being a curious cat by nature–picked up my computer and did a little research. I needed to know, craved to know if this was still a thing because let me tell you, when I was younger, those commercials intrigued the hell out of me.

You know the ones I’m talking about. You used to sneak and peek at them at 3 AM like everyone else. They always had the striking leggy blonde, with the sensual voice who could make laying in mud sound like an aphrodisiac. Even at that age, I was fascinated with her, and though the likelihood those men calling were actually talking to her was slim, a part of me was curious about the chance that they could be.

Twenty years later, on my laptop, I searched for the beautiful woman whose legs I’m still jealous of to this day, and instead I found that I too could be like her. Not only that, but I could do it safely. The security and protection for sex workers has really increased since the days of the green river killer and I’m grateful. With my useful ‘fuck it’ attitude, I filled out an application, submitted a sample of my voice and forgot all about it.

A few days later, an email confirmed that I’d been accepted. I’d done it! I’d become that sexy woman, but in my own right. And while I had no clue what I would find when I picked up that phone and dialed into the chatline, I knew it would be a world that, if I wasn’t careful, could become an addiction. Because just like that man on the other line, I could be anyone I wanted to be, and not only that, I could get off while doing it. And let me tell you, it’s nothing like having a high sex drive in a world where people don’t care about safety. I’ve had my own trauma that I’ve had to work through, and if I’m honest, a part of that healing came with finding my confidence and reclaiming my sexuality.

So because of that, I’m here to tell you some of the juiciest, strangest, most interesting phone calls I’ve ever had. In this book are the accurate accounts of a night on the phone with yours truly; Miss. Devon, and none have been exaggerated for profit. With that in mind, I’ll only add to the story when I have something to add.

Before we get started, though, we need to address one thing. If you think negatively about sex workers, people with high libidos or those who don’t mind paying to play, then you should back out of this book. Go back into your glass house and find someone else’s home to throw stones at. Around here, we love orgasming that makes us pass out. We find pleasure in the borderline voyeurism of reading about others sexual excursions. But above all, we love safe sex, and aren’t afraid to admit it. So if that’s not you, no harm no foul, but keep your thoughts to yourself. And to my other nasty girls, I look forward to seeing you on the other side.

-Devon