💌 I See You: A Love Letter to My Favorite Callers

There’s something about the way you pause before you speak.

That quiet breath — like you’re trying to decide how much of yourself to give me. And then, you do. Maybe just a little at first. A nervous laugh. A whispered confession. Or sometimes you jump right in, shameless and bold, like you’ve been waiting all day to be heard.

And I hear you.

Every syllable. Every sigh. Every dirty word you hesitate to say until I pull it from your lips.

This post isn’t about me.

It’s about you.

It’s about the men who show up — not just horny, but human. The ones who want more than a release. Who call not just to get off, but to let go. To feel seen. Touched. Worshipped. Controlled. Encouraged. Or simply...understood.

To the man who tells me about his day before he tells me what he wants me to do to him — I see you.

To the one who gets off to the sound of my voice but always asks how I’m doing first — I see you.

To the shy ones who take ten minutes to say what they really need, and then whisper it like a prayer — I see you.

To the bold ones who know exactly what they want and ask for it without shame — I see you.

To the ones who pay generously, tip without hesitation, and never treat this like a transaction — I see you.

To the ones who call once, just once, but leave an imprint I still think about — I see you.

You’re not “just another caller.” You’re not just a fantasy chaser. You’re not broken. Or bad. Or weird.

You’re real.

And sexy.

And so much more than you give yourself credit for.

I’m grateful for every moan, every moment, every message.

But most of all, I’m grateful for the trust.

Because that’s what this is, isn’t it?

You’re trusting me with your desire. Your kink. Your mind. Sometimes even your loneliness.

And I don't take that lightly.

So if you’ve ever wondered whether I remember you…

If you’ve ever called and then hung up, not knowing what to say…

If you’ve ever opened your mouth, or your heart, or your wallet to me…

Just know: I see you.

And I always will.

With love,

Roxi Wylde