Desire and Memory: An Erotic Journey


the (i)d is the window to the soul.

You have dark secrets. Caves carved behind the paperthin layer of polite humanity that you construct everyday to hide your deviance; your unspeakable lusts. They’re rife with the whispers, fears, dark motivations and expectations that cast a shadow on your everyday interactions and cloud your mind with the memory of unfulfilled desire. After years of maintaining this throng of hidden experience, it starts leaving telltail signs on your countenance. Things that you thought you would be able to hide forever, without a single witness, now start to creep their way out into the open, scarring your every thought with a spiderweb of secrets. The paper shroud of courtesy and properly socialized behavior that is inscribed onto your gestures in public starts to wear thin, revealing the well of loneliness that you hold inside. You’re desperate. You’re frantically searching for some release. Some way to fulfill those errant fantasies. You’ve found it. I’ll stir the dark waters of your passion until your desire to please yourself evaporates, and your desire to please me starts to take hold. A wave of pleasure that will consume your mind and flush all your darkest secrets into the open.

humans are capable of smelling over ten thousand scents simultaneously

Ten thousand voices clamoring in the crowd. Ten thousand hormonal responses. Ten thousand synapses firing. Ten thousand wishes. Yet every one is much like the other. You can’t rise above the clamor to distinguish that one dulcet tone; that one intoxicating scent that calls to you, inviting you to see it out. Clear your mind of distractions and invite me in.
I know what lurks beneath your smooth, smiling, and hygienic exterior. It’s dark and red and dirty. It’s full of un-lived lusts and un-acted atrocities.

knock knock. I’m here.

Perhaps you’ve stumbled across me. Maybe you’re a seasoned phone sex veteran and you’re looking to try something new. Perhaps you’ve finally learned to discern that one hypnotic scent from among the thousands of others clamoring for your attention. Whatever the reason, know that you’ve arrived at your destination. I have only to knock on the fragile walls of your secret mind, and every desire you’ve ever hidden from anyone will echo to me from the dark cave of your consciousness. I’m the ultimate in hypnotic phone sex because I’m able to read those scripted interactions that dictate your responses in polite company. I read them, memorize them, and then strip them away. You’ll beg me to restore you some vestige of your humanity. your dignity. That fragile shell of courtesy and social punctilio that you use to hide the dirty phone sex addictlurking within. Be prepared for erotic nirvana. I’ll let your monsters out, until your own desires have ravaged you haggard and you’re begging me for mercy.