Back in 2008, when I signed up on Niteflirt, I needed a member name in order to sign up. Minerva Starr was the name I came up with. I was in a hurry and I didn’t really give it much thought and I had no idea at the time how married to the name I would become. I’ve since dropped the Minerva part of the name and Starr is the name I’ve gone by online for years. Minerva Starr has an online identity with a paypal account, her own line of credit and I sometimes get packages with that name sent to my home.
Last year when I started going to classes and munches, I wasn’t sure how I should introduce myself. I knew that people use scene names so I started introducing myself as Starr. That didn’t last long. Once I started going to parties and getting to know people off line, I started using my real name more and more often. I feel more comfortable with it.
Recently, I’ve been talking with someone who I worked for last summer answering phones in a house of domination. He wants to hire me again and I want to work for him but I’m thinking about which name to use. At the time, I used the name Starr but I didn’t like it. There were occasions when I didn’t even answer to it.
I feel like if I’m talking to you face to face in real life I want to use my real name, especially since I have been for months already. People from this site who I already have introduced myself privately to are calling on Niteflirt where I’ve been answering the phone with a different name. The lines between my online identity and real life are merging. I feel like I should use one consistent name.
I know of a few PSOs who use their real first name as well as several Fetlife members who do too. Changing my name online would be a big task and I’m going to start here and now.
My real name is Robin. Back a few years ago I had some friends who called me Dirty Little Robin. It makes me smile when I think of that and it still describes me to this day. The more people I tell my name is Robin, the better I feel about it. Psychologically, it feels like I’m affirming my identity. Practically, if I’m going to be working outside the home, I should use a name I answer to quickly.
ETA: This site will probably not exist much longer. I’ll be switching names to a new site soon but in the mean time this is still useful.
I came across a commentary on some articles about phone sex. The articles all describe a middle aged housewife who uses a particular persona for her phone sex calls. The commenter basically describes phone sex as being as outdated as vinyl records.
When I was first hired to do phone sex from a call center back in 1998, it was very different from how it is now. Sometimes I described myself similar to the way I appear in reality, but more often I would not. There was a monitor on my desk telling me what kind of fantasy the caller had. My description would vary depending on the caller’s fantasy.
The phone sex operators in Girl 6 were a fairly accurate depiction of what the girls were like in the call center. Spike Lee actually utilized one of the ladies from the office to give him information about what it was like there. The majority of the ladies were in their late twenties, sexy and black. In my capacity as a trainer, I was sometimes told that I had to tell some of the girls to sound more white. It bothered me having to do that but the business had to be run the way the bosses wanted.
I stopped working for the call center in 2008. Their business had been slowing down for some time. They went out of business around 2010. The internet has changed the phone-sex industry. It is easier for people to enter the field and to work from home. When I first started doing phone sex there was a lot more fantasy to it. At that time it was projected that people would soon be able to see the person they were talking to on the phone. Now it is not only possible, it is often expected.
The days of the fantasy descriptions are long gone. Guys are talking to me and looking at me and there is no hiding anything. At first it took some getting used to but the exhibitionist in me really enjoys it.
I often think the public has limited choices. Pop culture forces certain images down our proverbial throats. Internet access allows for an infinitely wider range of choices. You get to pick who you want to talk to and/or see. This is good for you but it is good for me too. Not only does this chubby middle aged stay at home mom get to feel sexy, but I even get to feed my exhibitionist fetish. Win win!
I believe there is a need for a kinky dating site. Not the kind where people are bombarded by unwanted messages or left to answer neverending questions but where people are matched together by common interests like on other matchmaker sites that reek too much of vanilla for most of us to want to use.
In my vision, people are matched on various levels of compatiblity including sex and kink. I think it is important to ask the questions the other sites shy away from in order to make the best match.
This is the questionaire I have in mind.
At this point, it is only an idea. I’m looking for someone who can help build a site with me.
Click on the map to make it bigger and see where I’ve been.
Sandy has some lingering aftermath like a twelve hour power outage and sudden unexpected visit from the Con Ed guy.
I had treated myself to some new vibrators and lubes and panties and had left them on my desk while I was wrapping christmas gifts by candlelight in another room. My desk is in the same room as the circuit breakers. When the Con Ed guy came to check the boxes, I forgot about what was on my desk. At one point while he was in there, I went in and saw them. I tried to discretely put them in an opaque bag but it was too late. As the guy was leaving and I told him to have a nice day, he told me to have a good time.
I just thought I’d share something I find funny. Oopsies!
I live near the beach because I love the ocean. I find the sound of waves comforting and the smell of salty air soothing. Also, the smell of skin wearing suntan lotion is a bit of a turn on for me.
It’s usually a little bit colder here than the rest of the city, you know how it’s ten degrees cooler at the shore. I live three blocks from the shore. I love having the best of both worlds. I can walk to the beach and Manhattan is a half hour train ride away. There are the occasional flood warnings. Last year there was a mandatory evacuation for Hurricane Irene but nothing really big happened. It was just another storm. When there was another mandatory evacuation for Hurricane Sandy, a lot of people around here didn’t really pay attention. There was a feeling of the boy who cried wolf.
The evening of October 29 the hurricane came. The storm itself was incredible. The first flood came when all the sewage started backing up in the street. It was about a foot deep. I was using a fire hydrant to measure. Then came the ocean rolling down the block. It got deeper and deeper until the fire hydrant was no longer visible and I was using cars to measure the water’s depth. The water covered the cars, making headlights flash and alarms go off. There were waves in the ocean on my block. It was like that for hours.
Inside my apartment, the water was about a foot deep. It was a combination of sewage and ocean water. While I couldn’t get into my home, I walked around taking pictures. This was what my neighborhood looked like right after the storm:
And so after all this, life goes on. At this point, most of the garbage is gone and people are rebuilding. Now, outside my window instead of hearing the sound of garbage being hauled away, there is the sound of jackhammers. And I actually mean that in a good way!
I recently found myself in a situation where my wrists and ankles were consentually cuffed and bound in various positions. It was my first time in bondage and I enjoyed myself. I allowed myself to do things I had been thinking about doing for some time. Trust and fear are both huge issues but sometimes you just have to take that leap and go for it. I want to be bound again. I want to feel what different people are like when they are in control.
Another fun time I’ve been thinking about lately involves me being in a room with a bunch of my naked male friends and ends with me covered in cum while being licked to orgasm. Anyone who knows me at all knows that I love to suck cock. I like to lick it, stroke it, tease it and please it. I want to suck a few cocks at the same time, alternating between different sizes, thicknesses, colors and personalities. Then I get to lick them, stroke them, tease them and please them. That just sounds so good to me. I love being the source of pleasure for a man and I want to multiply that feeling by being the source of pleasure for a few men at the same time. This can happen and I might just make it happen but only with friends, not strangers. If any of them want to make out with each other, that would be an added bonus. Another added bonus would be getting good pictures of this scene.
One more thought: if any of my cross dressing friends are interested in an afternoon of lingerie shopping, I think it would be fun to go to Macy’s or Victoria’s Secret and pick out some outfits for ourselves and for each other. An afternoon of shopping would be followed by an evening of candle light, white wine, chocolate and dildos while pampering each other in our new lingerie.
Now I have put my fantasies out there just to see what happens.
Do you think you have an inclination toward BDSM or other kinks? Take this quiz and see how you score. I scored highest as a switch, an exhibitionist and experimental.