Hi, I'm Genevieve. I work at a phone sex chatline. I monitor for "quality" and kick off people who are too dirty. Because there is a line. I enforce it.
Dirty people call in. Some aren't as dirty as others. These are their stories...
2002:January:17
happening
And now? Lovers, not lovers. I come to new realizations every day. The common one being he can't be in a relationship. He is incapable. Why? I don't know. He described his union with his ex by saying
"it was like two celebrities pooling their friends, everyone got along"
He doesn't like any of my friends.
He said of his ex:
"I kissed her feet every night while she slept."
Sometimes I hate her. Even though we have never met. She represents everything he can't let go of. He doesn't want her, yet he can't stop comparing me to her. I know he is. I can see it in his face. She was strong. She was career minded. He chased her.
To him I am weak. I work a menial job. My passion is for a music he cannot understand. I am emotional and vulnerable.
And now? Now he is in love with me. He says this to me because I called his bluff. He holds me in a bear hug and whispers this in my ear. That I am the woman he wants. That I know he is love with me - don't I? He just wants me to be perfect.
But I am not perfect. I am very flawed. I am emotional. This he cannot understand. And I cannot explain it.
They make love that night. It is sweet and deep. She feels as though he has been reading up or practicing or something because his moves are confident, creative. He holds her firmly, an arm around her back pressing her close against him. His mouth and tongue more curious, more bold.
And so here we are. Spent, breathing hard, chests heaving. Teetering on the edge of our own relationship's mortality. It's still hard to look at him. I am afraid. Of what he will say next, do next, be next. Say you love me.
Stay and be the man I want. The man I need.
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