Five Star Phone Sex

As much as I am a laid back person, there are some things that can get me really worked up from time to time. I don’t like when I work really hard at something, and then feel like the excessive amount of time, effort, or thoughtfulness isn’t appreciated or worse, is undermined in some way. 

This can obviously come into play when dealing with school, relationships, and work. I’m sure everyone reading this has moments at their jobs when they have felt like they were really kicking ass, but it either went unnoticed or was criticized in a way that came as a surprise. I’m certain it happens to everyone; I get that. However, my current  “job” of choice is through NiteFlirt. My responsibilities? Give guys who call, message, or purchase my “goodies” the time of their fucking life! The goal of my duties? To make a guy cum so fucking hard he’ll be 100% convinced that choosing me among the thousands of girls was worth it, leaving him inspired to come back for more. 

Every single call I answer on NiteFlirt I approach the same way – I am myself, I am genuine, and I will fucking rock it. The reality is that I won’t have chemistry with every caller or maybe some guys will have an expectation of me being a different type of person or into a fetish or niche area that isn’t quite my thing. My objective is to meet you (the guy spending his hard earned cash) wherever you are and to best adapt myself to your needs. Any person who calls one of my listings on NiteFlirt will always be presented with the REAL DEAL when talking to me. They can choose to talk to the real me (Hi, I’m Ryder! lol) or have me play a role for them (am I your neighbor? student? boss? mistress? etc.); that is their choice. However, each call (unless discussed and arranged prior) begins with the real Ryder. I’m enthusiastic, personable, and interesting. I don’t default to fake moans, unnecessary small-talk, or laziness. I never lie about who I am, where I live and go to school, what my personality is like or what my interests and personal fetishes are. If someone were to randomly survey any 10 of my regular callers and quiz them about me, you better believe they will all have the same answers (that is, if they’ve been paying attention). 

While I am a very confident girl, I am not so arrogant that I expect to be the absolute perfect girl for every single guy out there looking for phone sex. I am realistic and know life (even “fantasy” life) doesn’t work that way. However, what I do believe is that when a guy calls me on NiteFlirt, he rang my particular listing for a reason. This means there’s something about who I am that struck him enough to want to call me and give me a fair shot to be the “chosen one” he shoots his load for on any given night (gold star for you if you can sense my sarcasm here. hehe).  As a reward for my “performance,” guys are given the option to leave feedback on our call. My expectation is that I am judged fairly for my time, my enthusiasm, and my ability to engage you. Because I CARE deeply that every single person who calls me gets rock hard and cums so fucking good that they won’t be able to get me out of their head for a long time, I fucking bring it when I’m on the phone! I am NEVER lazy. I WORK FOR IT. I will say and do the dirty shit a guy wants to hear and for the guys who are shy, introverted, or unresponsive, I’ll explore all fucking avenues of hooking him and getting him to join “Team Ryder!”  

Here’s a sample of the type of feedback I usually get. 5 STARS all over….

“Okay, so you are real and you care. So what?” You’re probably thinking… I bring all of this up because I received 1-star feedback tonight from a 3-minute phone call. Within 5 minutes of his hanging up, I was left a 1-star feedback review about how I’m not “real.” Nowhere within this call did this person attempt in any way to interact with the girl he called (me!). This is totally ok; he has no obligation to me to get to know me in any way. No one who calls me should ever feel they should engage in torturous small talk when all they actually want to do is just stroke it, cum, and move on! However, having my “realness” questioned publicly on my listing really irks me. In no way do I put on a “fake” voice or persona and in no way did I at any point attempt to mislead or “trick” this person or anyone else for that matter. 

….. let’s not forget about feedback for my sultry & hot “goodies” ….

A “flirt’s” feedback can make or break her business and one of the kisses of death is having your “reality” questioned. It’s true that there are girls out there who create characters and act them out. There’s other girls who are themselves with some edits to protect anonymity. There’s other girls who are completely genuine and real. There are girls who lie and say their getting off when they’re not; there are girls who are also really fucking horny and touching themselves right along with you. Just as guys get infatuated with flirts, girls can get infatuated with callers, making a connection as real as can be. None of these are the “right” or “wrong” approach, but when you are one of the real ones, it’s a tough pill to swallow to be labeled as a phony. There are guys who leave completely honest feedback (good or bad) based on a Flirt’s ability to read his call and bring it where he wanted it to go, and then there are complete dickheads who make asinine statements that have no reflection on what really happened over the phone. 

…. and feedback from even more amazing phone sex calls….

I know that I am not suited to a guy looking for a cougar, or a trailer-trash slut, or a hard-core domme. However, any man who picks up the phone and dials me on NiteFlirt should know that in the world of barely-legal teens who have a brain, personality, and appetite for fucking, I am a home run, 5-star phone sex girl! There is no question in my mind that I am worth your time and your money and so much more. I know that a 1-star review among a sea of 5-star, glowing, complementary ratings is eventually going to be diminished to nothing. 

I definitely am not going to be losing any sleep over this, and I know my followers and loyal guys never question who I am. It’s the first time callers though, who might still be toying with the idea of picking up the phone and calling who should be reassured not to be dissuaded by random, 1-star feedback in ANY flirt’s profile listings. If she’s consistently a 5-star provider judge her on the reputation she holds with the majority, and if you’ve had your own good, bad, or so-so experiences, make sure you leave us girls meaningful feedback so we know exactly how to give you the best fucking phone sex experience of your life the next time you call! 

 

Fantasy, Reality and Phone Sex

Before I started doing phone sex I honestly didn’t even know it was something that still existed as a business or as a sexual desire. I mean, I knew about phone sex and had even had it a couple times myself in my personal life (although I was generally more a fan of “sexting” lol), but I had NO IDEA there was a whole world of people out there who still simply picked up the phone to talk and get off with a stranger while talking through and playing out their fantasies.

Having grown up in a generation who has Internet porn at our fingertips at any given time of day or night, I was truly shocked and had a lot of questions about phone sex when I started looking into the world of porn and the adult industry. I have found, over a relatively short period of time, that there are some blurred lines between the fantasy associated with phone sex and the reality of making a true connection with the person on the other end of the line.

Before I get into that, let me back track a little bit and answer one of the questions posed to me most commonly by callers:

“How did you get into phone sex?”

It was my senior year of high school last December 2014 immediately following my 18^th birthday, and my boyfriend at the time (now Ex-boyfriend with a capital “EX”) made a joke about how I would make a ton of money if I were a “cam girl” on the Internet. This turned into several hours of both of us looking up various adult websites for girls who offer cam shows and seeing the kinds of things they do on video. We laughed, were intrigued, sometimes shocked, and often became mesmerized as we saw all the things various girls (some smoking HOTTTT and some … well, not exactly the types of women I would have imagined would draw the level of clientele they do) who are willing to do outrageous things by request on webcam for strangers. So, while at the time it began as a joke and a flirty/sexy/funny and completely non-serious idea between my boyfriend and I to entertain us one night, I then started noticing several ads about “phone sex operators” and my interest was piqued!

After reading several articles, visiting websites with information, and learning about the industry in general, I knew this was, far more than “camming,” a route I would be willing to go to put myself out there, meet and talk to new people, and make money while having some possible fun (or amusement if nothing else). When I first started taking calls I was floored by the different types of men, women, and fetishes out there! I had many calls that greatly and deeply disturbed me, I had calls that outright confused the fuck out of me, and I also had some calls that made me so wet I couldn’t help but slip my hand down my panties and join the stranger on the other end of the phone in whatever fantasy or role play we were acting out. In those early days I spent a lot of time getting off, because… wow… no one had ever talked to me like some of these guys were talking to me and I had no idea the effect that these fantasy situations were going to have on my body and my mind.

Even though I’m young and haven’t been with a large number of sexual partners, I’ve always been exceptionally curious, creative, vocal, and adventurous in my personal sex life. However, the volume of calls, the amped up sexual energy constantly at my disposal, and the continued array of fantasies, desires, fetishes, and thirst for passion was reaching a level I had never personally experienced prior to this. I began telling my best friend about NiteFlirt and phone sex and the fact that I was making pretty good money, meeting some insanely sexy guys, and finding myself in a constant cycle of CRAVING phone sex! She obviously had so many questions, but the hardest one for her to grasp was this one:

“What if the guys you’re talking to are ugly or disgusting guys you would never in a million years talk to in real life?”

I’d be lying if I claim to have never considered this before. Just like it’s normal for the guys calling us girls with NiteFlirt listings to question if we are REALLY the girl in the pictures, or the age we say we are, or anything even remotely resembling who we describe to you – this is something us girls think about as well. For example, every time a guy tells me he has a 10” cock you know what my response is? “You’re a fucking liar!” haha, that’s my response. Maybe 1 out of 10 guys has a dick that big, and maybe 1 out of 5 of the girls you’ve ever called is actually who she says she is, and maybe 1 out of 100 guys I’ve talked to is someone I would actually talk to if I met him at a party or be attracted to physically if I saw him in person, but what I decided from my own perspective is that I actually don’t care and it truly doesn’t matter to me!

The purpose of a fantasy is just that… it’s a FANTASY. The two of us were acting out  role play and the picture I have in my mind doesn’t have to add up to who this guy really is because, well, I’m never going to know the difference anyway. The chances of me ever seeing this guy in real life are slim-to-none. Therefore, to ME in the moment I’m talking to a particular caller, my imagination is in some sense the truth. What I’m hearing is thanks to him; what I’m envisioning is thanks to my own imagination. It’s the combination of real life interaction with the fantasy of my own interpretation of who he is that gets me off and vice versa. I can tell you a thousand times over that I’m really who I say I am and that I’m actually the girl in the pictures you’re looking at, but until the day you meet me face-to-face you can never truly know the extent of what is real or what isn’t, right? Does it matter? Does it inhibit your ability to cum so hard and become addicted to my voice and your idea of me in your mind? I don’t think it does. I think you would be pleasantly surprised if you DID meet me face-to-face, but the truth is… in those moments, what you IMAGINE is what matters; the image your mind paints is your truth and it’s fucking amazing no matter what “reality” might expose.

What Really Matters is Connection

Over time I’ve gotten regular loyal callers with whom I’ve established a good connection (hi there baby! Hehe) as well as callers who have made an impact on me even though we only ever spoke once (hopefully those sexy guys read this blog too!) Each of the most memorable calls have something in common: that blend of something that feels so real matched with something that encourages my imagination to create the perfect fantasy. 

For instance, I have had moments where the voice on the other end of the phone tells me he is looking into my eyes and it FEELS real; I see his eyes burning through me, or my skin feels his fingertips sliding up my inner thigh, finally making his way to my wetness. In these brief moments I FEEL like this man, who I’ve never seen or met, is slipping his fingers inside of me. I’ve had men tell me they are kissing me, tasting me, fucking me…. and I’ve had it feel REAL. I’ve gotten so lost in the moment that the line between fantasy and reality fades and, even if for small isolated moments together, there is a connection that cannot be explained to anyone else in the world who is not feeling the true intensity of what we are feeling right then and there.

Those moments leading up to and right when we orgasm are so intimate, personal, and authentic. Each person’s true selves come through; I’ve heard men cry, moan, scream, beg, curse; I’ve witnessed pride, humiliation, angst, shame, genuine happiness and ecstasy in those moments. Let me be clear, though: allowing someone to transcend the barrier of the phone and connect to you in the most intimate of ways isn’t something handed out lightly to any random horny guy who calls me; no, it’s something that, just like real life chemistry, can only be done with the people to whom you are truly attracted and have an authentic and “real” connection.

While I was initially confused as to why guys nowadays would still call phone sex lines rather than watch girls on cams or just download porn and jerk off to that for far less cost, I am now completely sold on why phone sex is still around so many years after these other ways to get off became available. Phone sex is the only medium that allows each participant to make a personal connection while still activating and utilizing the deepest, often secret, and most sexual sides of one’s imagination. We say things we maybe have never said in “real” life and sometimes say we’d do things that are questionable as to whether or not we’d actually do them.

However, as two complete strangers are laying there, in different rooms, different homes, different zip codes, and sometimes different continents, yet are able to even for the smallest moment feel as though their “partner” is laying right there beside them… THAT is why phone sex is fucking amazing. THAT is why I’m hooked. THAT is why, when you hear me and you think, “wow! This girl is either an amazing actress or really just got off on the phone with me!” you can know that you are probably in that small percentage of guys who have seen into the real me and allowed me to share my naughtiest, most deviant, and sexiest sides of my fantasies with you in such an incredibly real way.

And what if you haven’t experienced that level of amazing phone sex? Maybe you haven’t found the right girl yet! Maybe that level of intimacy isn’t what you need and you just need to hear a voice to stroke it to or feel less lonely for a few minutes each night. Whatever the reason is, phone sex is here to stay and I couldn’t be happier that I am part of this fucking wacky world of NiteFlirt where I can meet the most amazing guys who open up my eyes to new and exciting things every single day.

Good Girl Gone Bad

I’ve always wondered what most guys found hotter – the good girl or the bad girl? My whole life i’ve been a “good girl” as far as anyone could see. Aside from the general girl-next-door, innocent, and youthful look that I have, I’ve always been the girl who did things I was “supposed” to do. I very rarely got in trouble at home because I wasn’t a “problem child,” my teachers at school adored me cause I always got my work in on time and was an enthusiastic motivator for the less academically-inclined, and all my friends’ parents trusted me as the well-behaved girl they thought I was.

What’s funny is, inside my mind I always thought of myself as a “naughty” or “bad” girl. I would lay in bed at night and fantasize about performing sexual acts not only on the boys from school, but on the teachers or guidance counselors as well. When my friends and I had sleepovers, I was the one who would encourage us to look up dirty words, naked pictures, or pornographic videos on the internet. Better yet, when I was 13 I had sex for the first time with an “older” boy (he was 17) and at age 16 I had a full-fledged affair with a much older man (he was 43) who was married.

These are not the actions one would typically associate with a “good girl.” Furthermore, as all my friends have been off from school and returning to their crappy retail and minimum wage holiday seasonal jobs, I’m working on NiteFlirt making guys cum by saying the nastiest things imaginable as I suck their wallets dry. I have absolutely no moral question-mark about the things that I say; I have no internal struggle about “right” vs. “wrong,” nor do I have any desire to stop making money this way anytime soon. In fact, I fucking love it. I love getting off on the phone and hearing about what gets each of the guys I talk to off. I love that I have a place to act out my wildest fantasies, my nastiest dreams, and be the perfect combination of a slutty little teen and tempting cock-tease all at the same time, and without the shame that’s attached to being that way in “real life.”

It’s funny cause talking to so many guys on the phone through NiteFlirt constantly brings up the question of “real” vs. “fake.” Some guys will automatically assume that every single girl on the site is lying, because (they ask) – “why would a hot 19-year-old girl actually want to talk to a guy twice her age?” and “why would you want to talk to losers when you could have any guy you want?” Well – for me, the answer is easy: for one, I prefer older guys to boys my age; secondly, I love sex and love talking about it all the fucking time… something you can’t do in “real” life when the expectation is for you to be a sweet, innocent, well-behaved girl all the time.

Sure, guys say they WANT a girl who is DTF (down-to-fuck, for those of you not up on the slang, hehe), but the second you make a request for something even slightly “taboo” to typical mainstream people, they are horrified! If being on NiteFlirt has taught me one thing it’s not to waste my time in life being ashamed of how sexual I am and hiding it from guys. YES, I *am* a good girl: I go to a good school, get all A’s, have a healthy  relationship with my family, and have a ton of great friends who know they can rely on me. HOWEVER, I also *am* who I *am* – I love guys twice my age cause they take the time to appreciate being with a hot and tight girl and I think that’s hot. Also, I have a dirty fucking mouth and I am not going to apologize for it. Then there’s the fact that I love anal sex and when a guy cums on my body I want to either lick some of it up or rub it all over myself sometimes.

Yes, I’m a dirty fucking girl. I’m also a good girl. What’s funny is that I think most girls are like this, but it’s society that makes us feel ashamed of it. Finding a girl who is comfortable enough in her own skin to share both of these sides with you means you hit the goddamn jackpot, discovered the Holy Grail, and need to hold on to her tight because you’re in for a wild ride. Or, you just need to repeatedly call her and tell her how great she is and make her cum over, and over, and over again! 😉