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Saturday  - June 26, 2004
Guam to Leyte

 “So, eleven hundred men went into the water. Three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the twenty-ninth, nineteen-forty five. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.” – Robert Shaw, Jaws

June. Blergh.

I’m trying to keep a few things in perspective this month. Like what’s important and what isn’t. Not sweating small stuff and all that jazz. What the definition of a trying situation can be, and what is really just an annoyance. The USS Indianapolis endured a trial. I’m just dealing with amateur tiger sharks and bombs that don’t have the capacity to end the world, although they can detonate a nasty bugger of a mess throughout my industry.

But, let’s try and pull a positive face for the moment, shall we? 

I’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback regarding the new site design and I appreciate all the kind words – even those I have not acknowledged personally. I’m a bad email girl on my best days, but over the last several weeks I have been dealing with a family member’s illness, the complete and utter surrender and replacement of my central air conditioning system, the inevitable fever that resulted from going back and forth between a 103 degree house to an air conditioned sanctuary, and, you know, sailing ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings. 

Which reminds me. This entry is so long, it’s going to have subheaders. Be afraid! Or, just feel free to just jump to what interests you and come back for the rest later. 

The Biz  |  Link To Me  |  Honorable Mentions  |  Johns  |  Fun

 
The Biz 

Blergh.

I’ve GOT to address an issue that I’ve been trying to ignore above board while working quietly behind the scenes to resolve. However, if you’re in the industry it’s become obvious that something is going on. So, let’s hash a bit over the elephant in the living room. 

If you have run a Google on the terms “phone sex” or “phonesex” since the “Florida Update” of last November you know the problem. One small specific group is exploiting weaknesses in the Google algorithms. Once upon a time you were blacklisted for spamming message boards and/or having hidden links and your page rank was ignored if you had banner farms or link farms on every page – and pages with Page Rank 0 didn’t contribute to the overall scheme. One small concession is that this problem isn’t limited to the adult industry (for a change). Obviously, if you’ve tried doing a search on a travel destination or a retail purchase item, you’ve encountered the flood of Amazon/eBay portals and travel agent reseller sites. 

The theory at Google Watch is that Google isn’t making any effort to correct these problems because a bad search engine product yields higher ad revenue (Can you say “Yahoo déjà vu” boys and girls?). Bottom line: the more it doesn’t work quite right, the more people will pay to have their sites listed anywhere near the top. Personally, I don’t invest a great deal in Google Watch theories, but it has become obvious that for whatever reason Google either doesn’t know how or isn’t in a rush to fix this. I can’t begin to explain how depressing this prospect is to people like me that have had Google set as our home pages since the late 1990s when they pioneered the idea that you couldn’t just buy good search results. Reclaim the web, etc. Way back when it felt like someone had finally realized that they could give money-grubbing Yahoo a run for its money and create a method to produce legitimate search results that had integrity and stood up to over-tinkering. To be honest, I’m still hoping it’s just a big fuckup that beloved Google geek elves are working hard to resolve. Yes, my rose-colored glasses do fit nicely, thank you. But, honestly, they DO know it’s broken, even if they won’t admit it publicly – the industry chatter reeks of that fact. So it’s only a matter of time until the cracks are repaired. 

In the meantime, I’m stuck either promoting myself in a non-ethical method or resigning myself to lesser search engine results pages. As for the mountain of email I have on this issue, it kills me to say this, but it’s a choice you have to make for yourselves because Google fixes may or may not be on the way is the best answer I have.

 
Link To Me 

For my part, I’m going to work on some ideas I’ve had simmering on the back burner and make a request of you, my readers (Hey! Who says I’m not interactive!). If you enjoy my site and feel it would be appropriate to link to me from your site, I would appreciate the following text link (or a variation thereof). 

Text = Phone Sex Slut Diary By Doxy Wringer the Phonesex Slut

Link = phoneslutdiary.com

This mentions most of my focused keyword strings (which are appropriate for my site). If you feel uncomfortable with the text link, you can pick one of my banners and use the Text above for alt text, s'il vous plait. 

Honestly, it irks me to no end to make this public request, but I’d rather be forthright about it and ask for assistance than to lower my ethics. Again – if your site isn’t appropriate for adult links, or if you don’t care to promote my site, please don’t. This isn’t a beg for reciprocal links or an SOS. I’m far from sinking and I will continue to only promote those links that are appropriate for PSD. I’m not going to make cheap swaps, because then the quality links I provide become useless? I’ve worked hard to make this a resource site with quality content and not merely a smut mill. Not that there’s anything necessarily wrong with smut mills, it’s just not what I’m doing here. No, seriously, shut up ;-P 

Bitter observation of the week: this is what happens when “business men” decide to promote phone sex. They’ve never worked a line, never had to concern themselves with how the industry is perceived – they simply make as much money as they can and move on to the next trick. 

So, woe is me and all that. Search engines suck. The lowest common denominator sucks. It was ever and shall always be thus. 

Anyway. 

Honorable Mentions

For sluts that might be seeking a new company, I’ve added Chloe Enterprises  to the Combination Phonesex Services section of Phone Sex Services to Work For, and I’ve also added a new resource page: Phone Sex Message Boards and Resource Sites which I will continue to improve upon over time as other resource sites become apparent to me. It’s funny when I started out there were no public resource sites, now they’re popping up all over. Makes a body almost feel like they’ve had an effect on their industry ;-) 

Additionally, a new friend on my network is Shawna. I don’t have a pic of her amid my phonesex sister sluts, but if you call my line and are looking for an amazing Phone Sex Dom or just an amazingly creative sex kitten, she’s your girl. I have it on good authority that when I’m not available, she has become the darling slut of choice among my regulars. 

Johns 

In this diary, I write a lot about the tricks of the trade – the fake orgasms, the difficult callers, the trials and tribulations. But, you know, there is also the other side – the side that makes this what I consider to be the best job in the world for me. The ones that get me damp and keep me that way. The guys that tickle my taboo senses into overdrive. 

Sir A. J. Harems is a new Daddy John who has me wriggling in my panties every time he calls. On the surface, a novice would think that incest phonesex calls are all the same, but it’s just not the case. There are dominant Daddies and submissive Daddies. There are those that want very young girls to corrupt and those that want spoiled brat teens to spank. All of it fantasy. All of it divinely twisted playtime for me. A.J. likes for me to be his little tease slut. The type of “I’m going to tease you until you give it to me” Daddy stuff that a bad girl can really get into (and, you know, off on for that matter). The way to this girl’s…err…heart? Just call me forbidden fruit and pluck me off the tree a little before I’m ripe. I promise to be a tart that drips sweet on the tongue. LOL. A.J. is also addicted to the Daddy whimper selection of my Audio Samples as well as the audio story samples in my Erotic Writings section. Which rocks. I knew I came up with those little teases for something. But it’s a strange thing to be on the phone giving phonesex to someone and hear your own voice in the background playing as their mail notification sound. Truly surreal. But fun. And more than a little ego-enriching. 

And speaking of ego-enriching… 

Derry Shoe Jr. also made a return to my phone line. Our schedules do not often match-up but it is a delicious treat when they do. You may remember mention of Derry from my little Caged Heat John discussion last October in my Behind Bars. Well Derry is just the type of John that could get a slut like me in serious trouble. He’s got the seductive voice of a velvet Casanova and he’s into fantasies that really melt my butter. Most recently we enjoyed a schoolgirl abduction sequence that … well let’s just say parallels sexual fantasies I’ve had since I was first old enough to have them. It also, quite amusingly, parallels a story I’m working on for the fiction section. If I had any more Johns like Derry, or spoke with him on a regular basis, I’m telling you, I’d need rubber pants to keep from sticking to the furniture. Unghhhhh. 

Fun  

I’ve been neglecting sharing some of my most enjoyable smut finds.

Thanks to Todd of Molehill.org (and such warm, gracious thanks they are, indeed) a model that has been keeping me up nights has been identified. Now, boys and girls, you may think you’ve seen perfection, but it’s time to start your engines because…OH…MY…GOD. 

Meet Greta and WEEP. This woman is just WRONG.

I mean holy fuckmeat sandwiches. Get me some rope and duct tape. I’m building this one a cage and keeping her for myself. Unghhh. If you look at her for too long, it’s like staring at the sun – you’re blind to anything else in the world for a few seconds. I *may* get over my Bellucci addiction with the help of Greta. God. It’s just hard to know what part you’d want to suck on first, isn’t it? Tres yummy.

Oh – and speaking of yummy, I’ve stumbled upon the vision of Rion Vernon recently and it was a most delightful surprise. Pin-up playfulness with a heaping spoonful of cartoon whimsy, his work is wholly arousing and uniquely charming. Maybe I was exposed to the sexy “Little Red” Tex Avery Looney Tunes too many times as a kid, or perhaps I just require a little more mischievous humor in my erotica than standard comic porn. Whatever the reason, this is one of those artists that holds the keys to my…err…heart. You really have to visit the photos section to appreciate the full experience of Vernon’s incredibly imaginative and well-designed site. This is an artist that heartily embraces his muse (and maybe a little more than embraces). He loves what he does and his enjoyment shouts out from every pouty little mouth and curvaceous hip; he spoils his girls and they radiate all the more sass, spunk, and sultriness for his attentions. 

For the people that “get it” this Q/A from one of his interviews says it all: 

How did you first get into Pin-Up toons? Are there any artists/ photographers/ movie stars/ fashion designers whose work you enjoy or take inspiration from?  

Jessica Rabbit. It all started with Jessica Rabbit. Being a boy at the tender age of about 14, a voluptuous cartoon woman in the real world made my brain blow a fuse. I was determined to be able to draw her without looking at any reference images. From there I started to create my own style.  

And what a style it is! Reasonably priced around $20 for an artist signed copy, you NEED to support this site and order a Rion print. Or possibly a dozen. 

And while you’re glimpsing erotic artists, don’t forget my beloved Jack Henslee. Toons are fun to play with, but there’s no comparison to the real deal. I also hear via the grapevine that Jack’s images will soon be available as cell phone downloads, so support erotica and ask your wireless provider if they plan to include Henslee images in their network library! 

Well, I think that’s quite an update for now. 

Cheers and all that! 

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