I haven’t had many “proper” relationships and the few that I have usually ended in the guy cheating on me. I’m no angel either; I’ve done my fair share of going elsewhere when seeing someone but for me, I think I always say that as some kind of defence mechanism.
“Cheat first”, I would tell my friends, knowingly. “That way when they cheat on you, you’ve already beat them to it”.
Wise words from a very jaded 21 year old. Back then social media was only just starting out – we were all still clicking away on our Blackberry keypads – and I don’t think any of us could have predicted the way social media would infiltrate our whole lives.
It’s been a while since I’ve done anything of significance (😅) but from next week I’ll be returning to your TV sets as I appear on one of the late night babe channels again. I’m actually really looking forward to it and will update you nearer the time so you can tune in and better still give me a call (😉).
Because of this I thought I’d share a post from the archives that I wrote about the joys of phonesex. This is a post that I originally wrote for Girl On The Net but she has kindly allowed me permission to reproduce it here so, here it is! I’m pretty sure all of my phonesex callers so far – and there have been THOUSANDS of those over the years – can testify to my filthy abilities on the phone…
Today I’m going to talk about something that a few people have asked me about. It’s a topic that is somewhat taboo and grosses some people out and that is period sex.
There’s actually a big online fetish for “period play” and women having sex on their period – am not entirely sure why – and I’ve had a few questions via my “Ask Jaye” page about my opinion on period sex, on whether I do it and whether I would recommend it.
Those of you who already follow me on social media know how vocal I am about the seemingly infinite number of people in the world who insist on setting up fake profiles using my pictures in order to scam men online. Some of you may have even spoken to a Jaye Rose catfish before and may be how you actually came across me. This endless parade of “catfishes” are quite literally the bane of my life and I am forever having to reply to messages assuring men that although you thought you were talking to me after I’d convinced you that I actually lived down the road from you and not 5000 miles away as the real me actually does, something happened to me recently that I never thought would.
I got catfished.