How can your voice hold so much power?
A voice from a person I’ve never seen or touched, but only imagined in my deepest sexual desires.
I listen in the dark like a woman possessed. Impossible to leave, your sounds hold me captive. As long as I hear those hypnotising sounds I am your prisoner.
I am sprawled out on the bed, naked, panting, desperate. The first tremor of your voice forces me to roll my eyes back, my body shuddering at the sweet sound. A whisper of my name sends jolts throughout my body, a reminder of this sensational pleasure being purely for my ears only.
My hips thrust backwards, melting me onto the bed with every groan. Each grunt of desire releases the ache between my legs, followed by my wetness, the delicious warm wet feeling revealing my absolute lust for you.
My hands move without thought, your voice guiding me to my lips, my neck, my breasts, my stomach and to the place you long me to touch unashamedly.
I wait for it. That blissfully wonderful sound that tips me over the edge. Stroke after stroke of you pleasuring yourself in my ear sends my entire body into a frenzy. I have no choice but to match your rhythm. Your dripping wet strokes match my deep powerful thrusts.
My imagination belongs to you and no one else. You’re here with me. Pinning me to the bed. Telling me not to move. To take it. Never to look away.
I feel myself close to the edge and stop. I ache. I throb. I gush. Then I hear it. You’re about to climax. I thrust one more time, mirroring your intense orgasm with mine. Your shouts and moans drive me on and on. It’s slow, deep and powerful, like no orgasm I’ve had before.
Once again, I ask how is it possible for you to have this power over me with just the sound of your voice?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x2jvn3/the_power_of_his_voice_f