Phone Sex With My Boss – I can’t think of Anything Worse

The mere thought of phone sex sends me screaming up the walls, but then I have a very good reason for hating mobile phones, my boss. He lives with his mobile glued to his ear, perhaps it has become a sexual organ for him. He calls me with unbelievable requests, I answer and say "fuck you, you can’t be serious?" Is this phone sex with my boss? Is this passage sex with my boss – when we pass each other in the passages at work and say "fuck you" to each other, not sotto voice, but with the right amount of volume and venom!

On arrival in Amsterdam he phoned me and ask what I wanted him to bring back for me, so I told him with all sincerity that I wanted the "blackest and biggest vibrating dildo he could get his hands on". Some may construe this as phone sex, but what it really was, was an attempt to embarrass him, if not on making the purchase at the sex shop, then on the off-chance his luggage may be searched by customs.

Phones and sex don’t mix as far as I am concerned, when you have had your boss call you up at three in the morning, only for you to shout, "are you fucking insane calling me at this time, I thought someone had died" perhaps you will realize whey I feel this way about mixing these two items. But someone may have believed from the conve rsation I was into necrophilia and phone sex.

I have used the word "fuck" to my boss on the phone so many times that in retrospect I suppose this could be construed by someone who doesn’t know better, as phone sex.

A maniac who phones you and asks you to talk to him at strange hours, is opening himself up to phone sex opportunities and this is what my boss did. The first thing to spring to mind would be a sex story, the more disgusting the better. Perhaps I have after all, had phone sex with my boss!