Phone sex sluts never lead boring lives. Think about it. Women do not get into this business if they are good, pious girls. If they do, they never last long. Most of us have either taboo thoughts or taboo experiences that make us perfect for this industry. Perhaps, I have both. I am no angel. So, I am perfect for the adult industry.
Yesterday morning, a caller asked me my origin story. He wanted to know what made me a trashy whore because I look polished and sophisticated. Well, I told him that no one knows what goes on behind closed doors of the rich and famous, or the poor or basic nobodies that live in their neighborhood.
Although I do not live in a trailer park now, I was born a trailer trash whore. My mother had a home birth with me. I never went to school. And I never had a birth certificate or a social security number. In fact, I did not exist in the world until my husband liberated me from the dingy little pop up camper I lived in. Although I had parents, they treated me like their cash cow instead of their daughter. I never lived in the trailer. My home was in the back yard like a caged animal.
Every Phone Sex Slut Has a Dirty Past
They whored me out for over a decade. Men used me and the money they paid my parents went to their meth addiction and home lab, never to me. One of the Johns my parents hustled at the truck stop is now my husband. And boy did I luck out too. I went from a dingy pop up camper in rural West Virginia, to a huge house in California. My husband polished me up. He even helped me get a GED.
Here I am now. I talk sophisticated. I can read and write. And I can birth hookers for hire and little fuck dolls for daddy. I understood the deal when my husband rescued me from squalor. And I have paid him back with perfect little sluts to play with. My life is like an XXX rate Lifetime movie. But I came out ahead. Now, I am the best accomplice for men like you and my husband.
