Lately I have been receiving calls from a couple of Niteflirt customers who are addicted to self-destruction. People who are like this tend to become addicted to whatever is bad for them, which means they may call for forced intoxication. They are generally addicted to porn. They are compulsive masturbators (but aren’t most guys anyway?). They enjoy the thrill of danger, and the deeper they sink down into the abyss, the more they crave the downward spiral.

So these two have become addicted to the sound of my voice, and called many times, enriching me, but at the same time keeping me from getting much sleep.

Niteflirt is a funny place. When a girl does a lot of transactions, her position gets bumped up so she is more visible, which means that, at least for a while, she ends up getting calls from customers who have never seen her before. This passes, and she will start to normalize again.

So besides these guys, I’ve been having some fucking weird callers lately. One guy called for a 2 minute castration. You don’t get more self-destructive than that. Seriously, I only had time to pull out one of his testicles. We were cut off before I could finish the job and sew him up. I would, of course have removed the extra loose skin of his scrotum. Who needs a ballsack when he has no balls? I wonder if he visited a virtual emergency ward to take care of the problem…

Another caller wanted to know what the room behind my examining room was. He asked if I took the naughty boys there, and I said yes.

He wasn’t helping me at all with where he wanted the fantasy to go, and I was damned tired. It was like 4:00 am. Then he asked me what I did with the naughty boys, I told him I cut off their balls. I guess that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

Oops.