This series is based on interviews I did quite a few years back with women who had modelled for me, or were private clients when I worked as a photographer. Their words have been, 'edited' but only to remove features of continuous speech such as, 'um, ah, eh,' and repetitions of partial phrases which is common in everyday speech.
The Confession Club: Emma is a thirty-six-year-old private client who admits to being sex mad, which doesn't make her a bad person, just someone you'd like to know a lot better. She's about 5'5" tall, with big boobs, mid length blonde hair and great legs too.
CC: I know from our previous talks that you're the kind of girl who follows her inclinations. In other words, if you're feeling sexy, you just have to do something about it. What have you been up to lately?
Emma: Ha! Well... as you've already said, if I feel sexy, I try to follow it through to its logical conclusion. More often than not, this involves me rubbing and touching myself until I come. That's fine if I'm at home, because I can just do it, and let rip with a great orgasm, but on a bus, out shopping, or at work, I have to be a bit more controlled. Well, not so much at work come to think of it. (smiles secretively)
CC: What happens when you're at home?
Emma: Well, I could be doing anything; housework, cooking, watching TV, having a shower or bath, etc, and my mind will just click into that lovely sexual mode. I may not even be thinking about anything to do with sex, but often quite innocent and mundane things will trigger me off, and once I start thinking about it, well... that's it. I'll stop whatever I'm doing and sit down to daydream and fantasize about it, and within minutes I'll be absolutely dribbling with my own wetness. I just have to touch myself, and it's lovely.
CC: How often does this happen?
Emma: There's no set amount - sometimes two or three times in one day, then not for a couple of days. It just happens when it happens.
CC: You hinted that there might be a little more than that to your story, so c'mon Emma, let's hear the rest of what you've been up to.
Emma: Right, let's see... I must be daft telling you this. You're going to think I'm a right pervert.
CC: Well, Emma, we won't know until you tell us, so just take a deep breath and let it all out.
Emma: OK, I suppose that's the best way to do it. To put it in a nutshell then, it's telephone sex, but with a slight twist. I've had telephone sex with boyfriends, and even girlfriend before, but the 'twist,' I was referring to is that this time it's with total strangers.
CC: How do you manage that?
Emma: The telephone directory. I do it exactly the same way as those tele-sales people who call trying to sell double-glazing, or kitchen installations. I choose a section at random, and being careful to withhold my number, I just call them. If a woman answers I apologise, 'sorry, wrong number,' and hang up. If a man answers, then I ask to speak to the lady of the house to make sure he's alone. This also gives me a chance to figure out how old he is.
Sometimes they say they don't want to buy anything, and I quickly explain that I'm not selling anything, but just conducting a survey, which I know they will find very interesting. Maybe it's the tone of my voice, but at that point, they usually agree to participate in the survey. Just to ease into the call and make it sound more official, I read their details from the directory back to them. "Can you confirm that you are Mr John Smith, of 69, Letsbee Avenue", and their telephone number, which of course they are.
From there on it's quite easy to ask a few questions and start flirting with them, and then they forget all about the survey. To turn the conversation to where I want it, I simply say that I find their voice or accent really sexy. They'll protest a bit and laugh, but they're flattered all the same, and it only takes a few seconds to persuade them that I'm serious. I tell them the sound of their voice sends shivers up and down my spine, but what's really doing it is the fact that I'm sitting, relaxed, in a very comfortable armchair, with my skirt round my waist, legs open, letting my fingers delve in and out of my pussy.
I'm usually pretty excited by this point and breathing heavily, so quite a few of them will catch on to what's actually going on and say that I sound rather excited. I then tell my victim that I
