But
first, a little back story. It all started when I was modelling regularly
through a variety of sites around 12 years ago, and answered an ad via one of
the forums. Someone was recruiting for one of the naughty SKY TV channels where
you see the lady on your screen and phone in to discuss matters of a carnal
nature. I auditioned in their London office and in no time at all, was on
national television from 9-3am. The set was in a huge building, with each
massive room divided up into different sets, and on each of those was a
different channel. Mine was decorated as a normal living room, and the ladies
(there were normally three of us at a time) would sit on the couch together,
each speaking to different gentlemen on our phones. Whenever there was a lull,
the producer would ask one of us to go to the set's ironing board and pretend
to use the iron, and to this day it amazes me how much this got the phones
going again. Being the person I am - I dressed in the manner to which you are
all accustomed, and I was the one who the kinksters would phone.
Those
were wild days and nights. I would get picked up at 6.30pm near Highbury and
Islington tube and a car load of us would drive to the studio near Milton
Keynes, do the show and drive back at 3am. I'd get home, fall into bed, wake up,
take a session then out the door to do it all again.
A
few months down the line the set changed to a bedroom with a round bed,
bestowed with black satin sheets. And here is where I divulge about that first
climactic adventure.
The
second momentous occasion happened while working for another TV company, but
this time it was actively encouraged. Again, I dressed as my usual self, and my
favourite calls were from gents who I could tell were actually doing what I
instructed (which was normally something rather painful to themselves), instead
of pretending for my benefit.
This
was a paid access area of the channel. The rules were that you could partake in
the act of self love, but you had to have something hide the actual deed (your
thigh or hair usually). This being my first time on that area of the channel, I
took the opportunity, threw caution to the wind and was very successful in achieving ascension. Oddly enough, it seemed the cameraman had never witnessed
a real one on set, because he said something like "wow, she just
came" into his headset to the producers.
I
may not partake in the same genre anymore (it's exclusively Femdom these days),
but I still have just as much in the way of enjoyment. That period of time was
one of the highlights of my life for a number of reasons, but a potent one was
the conversations I used to have and the connections made. A farmer who used to
send in photos of his cows was a favourite, and the ladies and I used to have
competitions about who could insert the most surreal words into a conversation.
My own personal achievement was the word armadillo! Those were the days. I
don't talk about having vanilla sex on the phone these days for the same reason
I've not been to a sex club in years (and even then, it was only just to watch). I
remain unconcerned with anyone who thinks any less of me for doing that - it's more of a reflection on them in any case. I had a lot of fun, earned a lot
of money and it gave me some fabulous memories and anecdotes. So let's create
some new fantastic memories, shall we?
My
go to is Adult Work, but
I've just opened my brand spanking new iWantClips line, so I can connect with gents from all across the world. Will
you be my first international kinky caller? Check on my Twitter between 7pm and 9pm GMT (or whenever else
I feel the urge) to see which platform I'm on as it sends an automated log in Tweet,
or simply go to either of my profiles and you'll see whichever one says Available
Now.
