My impulse, when confronted with the concept of phone sex, is to yawn. I'm reminded of one SCTV skit, where they had famous voices reading the phone book, trying to make it sound dramatic. Yes, I'm entirely thrilled by having described via the phone line, where the person on the other end is going to put various parts of his person, in relation to mine. The tension mounts, in much the same way tension mounts when witnessing the miracle that is drying paint. I've nothing against sex or telephones, but the two combined... I'd rather watch an infomercial on Dianetics.