Mind Fiction: Fantasy vs. Reality

While there are a lot of fancy names for what I do --Phone Dominatrix or PSO (phone sex operator) or Fantasy Facilitator, or an Erotic Conversationalist or Phone Sex Goddess-- my job really is rather basic. I create Mind Fiction. It’s that simple and that complex. You remember the basics from grammar school, I’m sure: who, what, when, where and why. There is a method to my madness, in that anything can happen, yet should (most of the time, at least) never happen. Realistic Fantasy. Maybe that’s a good term. As I often tell my clients after a bout of taboo kink (it is, after all, what I kinda-sorta specialize in), don’t try this at home.

On the home front, belly to belly, I like the lazy intimacy of vanilla sex with just a pinch of spice thrown in now and then for good measure. You know what I mean, don’t you? Shouldn’t it be enough? Isn’t it kind of nice to have the predictability of the occasionally unpredictable to come home to?

Fantasy vs. reality is something I think about quite a bit. Because --more often than I would like-- I get those guys who say, “I wish my wife were more like you,” or “My girlfriend just won’t cuckold me. She thinks it is perverted,” or “I want to meet you. I want you to do this to me for real,” or “I just can’t find a girlfriend that is into this.” And it can piss me off. Kinda-sorta. Because, quite frankly, as it is for most in the biz, this is my job, my avocation, my profession and is NOT about me, personally.

Another side of that coin is the women who are being compared to my illustrious phone persona. What about those poor ladies? Do they deserve this from the guys in their everyday lives? To be held up to an impossible fantasy? To be beautiful and sexy in their special and unique way, yet forced to compete with what basically amounts to libidinous legerdemain?

When it comes to sex--thoughts, desires, kink, fetish and all that jazz—things have changed hyper-rapidly with the Internet.

Not so many years ago, I worked for a phone sex company and, while they did maintain a web presence, responses to print ads accounted for over ninety percent of the clientele. Potential callers did not have the luxury of sending us emails or instant messages before a call. They did not get to browse a bunch of pictures looking for the girl of their dreams. They took their chances.

The gentlemen who called wanting to talk with a shemale or incestuous family girl or dominatrix or big-breasted blonde or sensuous hot wife or the vacuum hose girl (don’t ask where she was supposed to put it) knew this was about fantasy. Ok, there was one guy with a giantess fantasy who always called and asked, “How many fifty foot tall women do you have working tonight?” But he was one of the few exceptions.

I played with smart boys who knew the rules. We were partners in crime but also buddies, more or less. Besides the plentiful fantastical shenanigans we shared, we also discussed the latest movies we’d seen, recommended books to each other and even exchanged mail. Yes, perhaps in the middle of a particularly hot “scene,” they’d let the little guy tell them “She speaks the truth. She really is a one-legged grandmother with three breasts.” But the big head, the most important head, was firmly grounded in reality and knew better.

Well, after a couple of years into being a solo Mind Fiction entrepreneur here on the World Wide Web, I’m here to tell you, things just ain’t what they used to be. Don’t get me wrong, I think this sexual liberation we are experiencing via our virtual dalliances on message boards, in chat rooms, on forums, at dating sites is a thing of beauty. It’s kinda nice to know that “everybody else is doing it” whatever your particular “it” happens to be. The problem is that “it” -when it comes to my profession- is just about as relative as it can get.

I’m a trooper and am (I’ve been told) very good at what I do. So I’ve adjusted, because that’s what a good business gal does. In this virtual playground there are a lot of players and each one brings his or her own game plan and agenda. We also bring our own game rules, better known as our code of ethics. You can –if you stick to your guns and are true to your heart—play fair. I work on it everyday. Because at the end of the day, even in this business, it’s only money and there’s always more.

So if you’re looking for mind FICTION, I’m your gal. If you’re looking for love in all the wrong places, get a grip. Virtually speaking, of course.