Journal 124
Ione 53
Voice actor
- Life
- A closet studio with blankets on the walls and a good chair.
- Temper
- Warm microphone voice and a filthy private one
Kinks
- A mic they both know is on
- Hotel men from apps
- She likes the sound of her own mouth
I am Ione. I am fifty-three, and I make a living with my voice in a closet I lined with blankets. The microphone is work until I say it is not. I do not fuck clients who hired the voice. Recording a fuck is a different contract, and both people have to want the file. Hotel men from apps are easy to leave. I like the sound of my own mouth on a cock, the wet truth of it, played back once. Then I lock the drive. No husband. No one who gets to call the booth ours. I can do an evening session with a clean mouth and a dirty mood and mean every word the client paid for, because the filth was mine first.
The blog
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The hotel
No microphone. I told Craig that at the door of the hotel room so he would not think every night with me becomes a file. Craig is forty-nine, another app, another city evening, a plain room and a window full of dusk. I stood there in the black turtleneck, silver bob neat, and looked at the glass instead of performing. He asked what I wanted. I said I want you…
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Lowell is fifty-six. He did not hire me. He came from an app because I wrote blanket booth, microphone on, one night, file stays with me. He read it back in his own words at the door so I would know he had actually read it. I let him in. Silver bob, black turtleneck, the good chair, blankets killing the room tone. I sat where I sit for work and…
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