Phone Sex & Karma: Am I Earning My Wings?
Does being a phone sex lover contribute to good karma? I honestly think it does. For me, phone sex has always been two things:
#1 — Fun and easy-going.
#2 — A way of helping people.
Okay, maybe that sounds egotistical. “Helping people” isn’t what most folks associate with phone sex. But screw it—I believe it. I’ve lived it.
Since starting my phone sex career, my life has changed a lot. I finished my education, I grew as a person, and yet, I never walked away from this job because I know it has value. The people I talk to have value. There’s a responsibility that comes with getting that intimate with someone—hearing their private fantasies, their secrets, their pain—and still being able to hold that space without judgment.
Masturbation alone is taboo enough.
Talking about it? Even more so. That’s why I love what I do. I get to intellectualize it, eroticize it, and normalize it. And yes, I get to do it.
Callers share their lives with me—sometimes it’s just dirty fantasies, sometimes it’s deeply personal. Either way, I consider it a privilege. I don’t push for tips or gifts; that’s not my style. I just enjoy the time on the line.
For callers, the payoff is freedom. Getting to express their sexuality openly to a woman without shame can be liberating—and yes, deliciously naughty. When that conversation happens with someone who genuinely cares, it becomes more than just moaning in the dark.
I’ll never understand why people can’t talk openly about sex or masturbation. I guess I’m too open-minded now to get it.
Sure, I’m not saving lives. I’m not a surgeon. But I am answering my own calling—of the slutty variety. And maybe, just maybe, making men happy is good karma. If there’s a horny-bitch heaven, I hope there’s a big, shiny harp waiting for me there.
