Confessions of a Phone Sex Worker: The Time Aliens Got Involved

I work on a phone sex line. I’ve been doing it on and off for the past three years. And no, it’s not always about blow jobs or threesomes—though sometimes it is. Most calls I get fall into three categories: loneliness, unusual kinks, and highly specific fantasies that porn simply can’t provide.

Some people just want company. They’re isolated, lonely, and craving someone to listen. These calls can actually be surprisingly sweet. I end up chatting about their day, their interests, even their pets. Sometimes it feels like a real conversation, and I genuinely enjoy it. It’s not purely transactional—it’s human connection with a small dose of pay.

Then there are the clients with… let’s say legally questionable fantasies. I won’t go into specifics, but yes, I sometimes have to talk about things that technically fall outside the law. Unless someone is actively committing a crime or detailing it extensively, the authorities aren’t interested. My job is to provide a safe space where people can explore those fantasies verbally.

Finally, there are the highly specific requests—the ones that make me pause mid-call and wonder if I’ve entered an alternate reality. On the phone, I’m whatever the client wants me to be. I can look however they imagine, act however they imagine, and say whatever is needed to bring their fantasy to life. These are the calls that keep me laughing, cringing, and shaking my head all at once.

Enter: Aliens

One regular client once took things to a whole new level. The receptionist warned me: he liked “uncommon things,” including tree branches for penetration. My first thought: oh, fantastic. Another weird call to add to the list.

When he got on the line, he completely changed the game.

“I want you to be abducted by aliens.”

Pause.

Apparently, the tree branches were off the menu that evening. Instead, he wanted me to describe being taken onto a spaceship and probed. And not in vague terms—he asked for details about how it happened, what it felt like, and even whether I’d become pregnant from the experience.

“A tentacle?” I offered, trying to sound brave and professional.

“Yessss!” he hissed. “What did it feel like?”

“Slimey and big,” I said, doing my best not to gag.

“Did it feel nice inside you?” he asked. At this point, I figured I might as well roll with it.

By the end of the call, I was simultaneously horrified, amazed, and trying not to laugh. Some clients want simple sexual talk, straightforward fantasies. Others? Aliens.

I still remember thinking: this is officially a new record for the weirdest request I’ve ever received. And let me tell you, after three years, that’s saying something.

The Booking System

To give you an idea of how things work: clients book a time slot before connecting. It might be 10, 15, or 25 minutes, and regulars can have open calls. Even if a client finishes early, the payment is already taken.

My favourite calls are the short ones where someone books 10 minutes and finishes in two. Quick, efficient, and low-maintenance—basically my dream call. But the bizarre requests? They make the job memorable. Sometimes I laugh alone after a shift thinking, “Yep. Today I described a tentacle alien pregnancy. Totally normal day at work.”

Weird Requests: Not Just Aliens

Aliens aren’t the only strange fantasy I’ve encountered. I once had a caller obsessed with being “tied to a chair by spaghetti” (no, I’m not joking). Another liked pretending I was a talking cat plotting revenge on their ex. And once, someone called for a full 15 minutes just to hear me narrate eating a burrito in great detail.

Moments like these can be exhausting, but they also keep the work interesting. Every day is different. And every call gives me a new story—sometimes hilarious, sometimes gross, always unforgettable.

Preparation, Mindset, and Coping

Phone sex work isn’t glamorous. Most shifts are routine: set up, headset on, wait for the first call. But mentally, I have to prepare. Boundaries are key—I know what I’m comfortable describing and what I won’t. I have a mental toolkit for handling particularly strange requests, including deep breathing, sarcasm, and a steady dose of humour.

I’ve learned to separate myself from the content of the call. It’s a performance, a service, and yes, a job. I’m not there to judge or participate physically. My focus is safety, clarity, and making the client feel satisfied—while keeping my own dignity intact.

The Strange, Funny, and Human

Phone sex work is weird, funny, and occasionally touching. Some calls are human and sincere, some are bizarrely imaginative, and some involve aliens and tentacles.

Humour is crucial. I often find myself thinking things like: “Okay, what on earth—or off it—is happening right now?” or “I hope no one is listening to me narrate being abducted by a glowing space monster.”

The job has also taught me a lot about people: how lonely some are, how much they crave attention, and how specific their fantasies can get. I’ve gained empathy, patience, and the ability to improvise at a moment’s notice. And, let’s be honest, some of it is just hilarious.

Transparency and Pride

Most people in my life know what I do, including my partner. I don’t feel ashamed. Sex work is a market created by men, and women like me have figured out how to profit from it. I’m earning money, helping people explore fantasies safely, and sometimes getting stories I’ll never forget.

The alien call? One for the history books. It’s strange, funny, and human all at once—a perfect encapsulation of my job. Phone sex work may be weird, sometimes gross, occasionally touching, but it’s honest work. And I’m proud of it.

Final Thoughts

Phone sex work isn’t for everyone. It’s weird, occasionally gross, and requires patience and humour. But it’s also creative, often hilarious, and a little bit human. I’ve heard fantasies I couldn’t have imagined, laughed at things I couldn’t believe, and handled calls I’ll never forget.

Aliens might not exist—but the strange requests people make? Out of this world.

And at the end of the day, I’m proud of what I do. Even if it involves tentacles, spaceships, or imaginary pregnancies.