My ex-slave–the one who paid my rent for a while last year in exchange for degrading emails–has been getting in contact again. He keeps saying he wants to fly to New York and go down on me, and that if I let him he’ll pay me $200. Like, eww. As if. I know I gave a BJ to a Hasidic Jew for 50 bucks, but I’d need way more than $200 to let him get anywhere near my vagina. Even though I’ve told him no like a million times now, he still won’t accept my answer and keeps sending me long, delusion emails about how wonderful it’s going to be giving me head for hours on end. Uh… get a clue, you freak.
I don’t answer his phone calls anymore because I just don’t see the point in talking to him if he’s not paying me. Although I do sometimes enjoy the voicemails he leaves me, most of which are just long spans of him breathing heavily into the receiver while jerking off. (#NotCreepyAtAll) Below is a particularly good one he left me on Christmas Eve. I bleeped out where he says his name. See, I do have a heart.
My attempted transcription:
Hi Karley, it’s …… Thanks for letting me leave you a message. I just wanted to say how much I’m looking forward to, umm, seeing you and going down on you. [something about licking that I can’t understand] It’s actually making me cum, just thinking about…. [creeping heavy breathing/moaning sounds] Ooooh… thank you Karley, thank you so much. [Gross orgasm sounds] OK, bye.