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Sharon

I have been a full time operator since Sept. 2008 and live in Ontario, Canada. I do phone sex, erotic recordings, and blog and short story and content writing for adult websites. I also own ClimaxConnection.com, an adult community website.

Tranny Humiliation Phone Sex

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I had an interesting call the other day unlike any other I ever had. I’ve done tons of humiliation calls, small penis humiliation is one of my most popular calls. Racial humiliation is also very popular, but this was a different kind of humiliation altogether. I’m not sure there’s much of a market even for it, since in all my eight years as an operator and nearly 150,000 calls, I’d never heard of it until this call. This person that called up was a tranny, and they wanted to be humiliated for it. Not a problem for me, since I am not the most politically correct person around and am quite horrified at all this tranny nonsense in the news of late.

I think it’s mental illness plain and simple. Perhaps many are more understanding and accepting, not me. I have nothing against gay people, that’s a sexual preference and I think they are born that way, but for ones to want to have operations to “change their sex” is to me absurd and ridiculous. Take all the hormones you want, have breast implants and wear makeup and dresses, you’re still a guy if you were born with a dick. XX or XY, no operation is going to alter that. Take a blood test and see what your genetic makeup is. I have talked to several trannies on the phone over the years and without a doubt, they are very messed up individuals in my opinion and experience speaking with them. This societal acceptance of them should not be encouraged in my opinion. This Caitlyn Jenner transformation is to me a disgrace and a travesty.

So if you’re a tranny and seek humiliation about what a fuck up you truly are, I will be only too happy to humiliate you and tell you what a freak I think you are. You want humiliation and honesty, I will give it to you. I think you’re disturbed and should seek mental help, though I think most that feel this are beyond help. Many want to appear politically correct and accept all this nonsense, but I’m afraid deep down, most of society would agree with me and the transgender travesty. I do not advocate violence towards these people or criminalizing it, but I’d have nothing to do with anyone of this ilk. I’m sure most that feel this way are not seeking humiliation because they don’t feel they are anything but normal, but surely some must feel deep shame, and many of their family members would also be ashamed to call that one of their own. You can paint an apple orange, it’s never actually going to be an orange. A cat can think it’s a dog, it’s always going to be a cat. I feel badly anyone has to feel so mixed up in their own body, it must be horrific, but sometimes we must accept who and what we are.

This is my personal opinion and I am entitled to it, I do not expect anyone to agree with me, and I realize my view may not be shared with ones reading this. They are entitled to their opinion as well as I am to have mine.

I’m Watching You

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There is a man that lives down the street I’ve seen watching me. When I unload the groceries, or walk to the mailbox at the end of the driveway, or do gardening. I’ve seen him peer from behind his curtains at me and I thought it was a bit odd, but he never bothered me or anything. Last week though I came in late and I had my arms full of bags from shopping and I was distracted and I forgot to lock the door behind me when I came in the house. I went about my evening and went upstairs and had a bubble bath before getting into bed to read for a while.

I turned off the light and started to fall asleep, but soon heard footsteps coming up my stairs and I was afraid. My bedroom door opened and I sat up in bed and reached for my phone when I heard a mans voice say, “Don’t.” The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. He came over to the bed and pushed me back and climbed on top of me. The moonlight coming through the window didn’t give me enough light to see who it was.

He wasn’t rough, he said he had to have me. He kissed me and touched my bare breast under the covers and I soon felt my legs being pushed open, yet for some reason I didn’t resist him. I was afraid and yet inexplicably becoming aroused by who, I had no idea. He unzipped his pants and was soon inside me with his cock and fucking me. I was afraid, yet he was not hurting me and was in fact giving me pleasure as he fucked me. I new this wasn’t right, this intruder was in essence taking me against my will, yet I didn’t want him to stop. He fucked me and I could feel an orgasm welling up inside of me and I was determined for him not to know I was going to cum, but I did, and even though I bit my lip to make no noise, he could feel the contractions of my orgasming cunt around his dick and he laughed and asked me if I’d enjoyed it. I didn’t answer him. He continued to fuck me until he blew his load inside of me and he then got up off me and off the bed and when he stood near the window I could see his face finally, but I had a feeling that’s who it was. He walked out and I heard the door close as he left. I laid back down and went over the unexpected events in my mind before falling off to sleep.

Sex At The Canadian National Exhibition

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As many people know, I am Canadian, even though most, around 99%, of my clients are American. Most Americans likely do not know what the CNE is, that’s short for the Canadian National Exhibition. The biggest fair in Canada. Rides, foods, exhibitions, concerts, it takes place every Aug. Well last weekend the current guy I’ve been seeing and I drove there, a few hours away in Toronto, and we spent the whole day there. I hadn’t been since I was a child and my mom took me a couple of times. We walked miles that day and had a lot of fun .

One of the last rides we rode before heading home around midnight, was the large Ferris wheel, and when we were almost directly at the top of the ride after it going around a couple of times it stopped. I was very nervous being up at such a height. If it’s moving, it’s not as scary, but just sitting there, waiting, the little car swaying a bit, I don’t like it. We were told about forty five minutes to fix it. My boyfriend pulled me close and kissed me to help take my mind off the situation and kill the time. We kissed passionately and I knew he was getting hard, I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I felt my fear melting away as he told me it was going to be alright, just relax and we’d be back down on the ground in no time.

I reached my hand over and into his jeans and started to play with his cock, he liked it, and kissed me even harder in response. I pumped it up and down and his breathing got heavier. I soon forgot my fears and was just concentrating on him and touching him and pleasing him. I stroked his cock faster and faster as we kissed and all of a sudden jets of his cum shot outwards and onto the ground below. I giggled and momentarily wondered it any got on anyone below as it was raining down from the Ferris wheel. I think all was fine though. The ride soon started moving again and we were off to the parking lot to get in the car and begin our drive home.

Sex In A Hotel

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I don’t have to go on any business trips often, but sometimes I do to meet with company owners that might be interested in my writing or voice over services. Not all meetings are just over the phone or by email, some clients, especially higher end ones are wanting a face to face meeting. A couple of times a year I do have to go out of town overnight or for a weekend to meet with a potential client and I then have to of course stay in a hotel. I’ve had some very interesting experiences in hotels over the years, many times with staff that either brought things to my room, or a manager I got to talking to and things took off from there.

Last week I had to stay overnight at a hotel a couple of hours away, and after my business meeting I went back to my room and there was a complimentary bottle of champagne and some roses. I opened the card and it was from the manager and I called the number on the bottom of the business card to thank him and he said he was still in his office and would I mind if he stopped by and said goodnight before he left for the evening? I said of course, come right up, and he was there in a few moments. I invited him in when he knocked and he said he’d noticed me the moment I walked into the lobby and he thought I was a very beautiful woman, I was very flattered and thanked him for the compliment.

I asked if he’d like a glass of the champagne and he accepted. Fast forward an hour and the champagne was gone and he was kissing me. He was an attractive man in his mid thirties and the smell of his aftershave was intoxicating and I couldn’t stop kissing and touching him. We were soon nude and in bed and making passionate love for several hours, on the bed, in front of the high rise window, it was quite a magical evening. He called down for a lovely meal to be sent up and we had a veritable feast after we’d worked up such an appetite fucking all night. It was nearly dawn when he left and I showered and got dressed on no sleep to go home, but it was worth it. I need to go to hotels more often!

Malfunctioning Fem Bots

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A client of mine jazzed up a short clip I recorded for him, I wish my sound editing skills for audios were this fancy, but alas they are not, but ones into fembot fetish will likely appreciate the clip he edited I sent him.

I don’t get many fembot callers, but the ones I do usually also like the malfunctioning fembot voice as well as the standard robotic like monotone voice. Their custom designed sex android has gone off the rails and is about to go kaput. They usually enjoy the malfunctioning part right when they are about to cum. I guess cumming into the orifice of a fembot would likely send its circuits into meltdown anyway, since liquids and electronics do not mix well.

Imagine for a moment something beyond a sex doll, something that had been made to your exact specifications, to act, talk and behave in exactly the same way that your ultimate sex mate would. What more could one ask for, the idea would be fantastic. Making our current sex dolls a poor imitation in comparison.

The idea of having every sexual act your girlfriend or wife has declined, and not so much as a words argument about it, the fembot would be happy to serve your every sexual need, no matter how depraved. If they had been custom made to do so, you’d have a more willing partner than your current one. Would a spouse or girlfriend look upon the robot with jealousy? Since depending upon what you want the fembot to do, you very might well choose the fembot over them, if they wouldn’t agree to do anal, but the fembot would welcome your cock in any orifice they have and make you feel it was the best darned time they’d ever lived through. The sex robots haven’t quite come where they will be in a few short decades. Many lonely people will be able to buy themselves a mate and won’t need to worry about finding another human to love them, they can buy someone already pre programmed to “love” them.

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