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A little smut dipped in some Salsa Verde

Good Morning from my kitchen office. It’s the day after Easter and time to refresh, rejuvenate, and share the story of my first phone sex call. Oh, and make a little salsa to munch on while we chat.

I never really thought about how this all began until recently. So many people ask me how I got started in this business. I think most are shocked when I tell them the story of my journey. If I were an outsider peeking through my kitchen window, I would have thought this woman was losing her mind.

I started phone sex a long time ago. When I was new to the business, we used our home phone numbers on the websites. There was no tracing the number back then, or if there was, I didn’t know about it. Like most, I thought this would be easy. All I would have to do is relax while chatting on the phone, and the money fell into my lap. God, I wish it was like that. It was and still is hard work. More so now than then. There are so many competitive websites now, and they offer even filthier kinks than the others. Every time I say I have heard it all along comes another to blow the last out of the water. I have been asked over and over again how I started in this business. So, long story short, my mother. Yes, she was in this business as well. At first, I was horrified, but then, I saw how much she made. As an older woman, she did very well for herself in the phone sex industry. She worked up until she passed away, and she was in her 70’s and still had a long following of regular callers. To this day, that still freaks me out a little.

The very first call I ever took shocked me. Not because it was overly taboo, but because I never spoke like that to anyone. As I hid in my closet, yes, my closet, I used the sweetest voice I could muster up and welcomed my caller into my little world. He was a 50-year-old crossdresser standing in the middle of his living room wearing his wife’s clothing—her panties, stockings, and bra. I wanted so badly for her to walk in and catch him, but he was lucky. She wasn’t home.

We spoke about how he had a stash of women’s clothing hid in the back of his closet and the toys he enjoyed. At this point, I didn’t realize that squishy sound I heard was him jacking off, but now, I know that sound well. I remember him standing in front of their pane glass window and dancing around the room, hoping that the neighbor would see. Ten minutes into the call, the dog started barking, and the phone went dead. I am not sure if he was caught, but in my mind, he learned to lock the door that day.

I was lucky with this one popping my phone sex cherry. Other times, I wasn’t.

Time for a little Salsa to spice up the day. If you don’t like roasted green salsa, you can replace the tomatillos with Roma tomatoes.

Ingredients
Place on a cookie sheet, or baking dish that is oven safe.
Roast in the oven on 400 degrees for 15 to 20 minutes.
Blend it all up to the desired consitancy.
Mix and add the salt and lime to taste.
Enjoy

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