I’ve always been nocturnal. I’d stay up late reading or practicing dances I’d see in movies but even during school nights, I’d be awake.
This habit of mine helped me when I had to study for exams. And so, when I was 16, I’d stay up late cramming for the next exam I was to take.
On one such night, I opened up my books and started taking notes; that’s when it happened. I got a call from an unknown number (truecaller wasn’t a thing back then).
I pick it up and I’m met with silence..and then a moan.
A deep, guttural, manly moan; I froze. I panicked and looked at the time— 3 am.
My parents were asleep so I whispered, rather harshly, “who is this?”. He didn’t say anything, just moaned again. It sounded like my voice made him pick up the speed on whatever he was doing. I asked who it is again and nothing. Just loud, vocal moans with the occasional “fuck”.
I panicked and hung up. It happened again the next day..and I hung up again.
On the third night, I knew it’ll happen. I decided not to pick up but my curiosity got the best of me. I pick up the call, only to hear shallow breaths and loud, desperate moans. I stayed on the line as my body got warmer.
It was sexy to hear a man moan on the phone while all I did was listen. I didn’t know how to touch myself back then but i could feel the heat between my legs.
I felt my pussy getting wetter. And more swollen. I could feel the desperation for a release I had only heard about.
I hung up but I felt my excitement brim for my next call.
And it happened again the next night, right on schedule. This time, I heard full blown dirty talking.
“FUCK! yes ! Just like that. Suck it just like that”
“You’re a dirty girl for listening to this. You like this? You like it when I moan for you doll?”
“Baby you make me feel so fucking good”
“You fucking slut, I’m gonna cum all over your face”
And then I heard him cum. My unknown caller, grunting like an animal as he unloaded god knows where.
I realised later I’d been moaning and squirming in my chair (I was studying at the dining table). My soft moans were what turned him on.
And that was the last of it. I never heard from him again. But since then, nothing has turned me on more than a man who is vocal. Who has a filthy mouth.
Even to this day, my hottest fantasy remains someone calling me while I sleep next to my husband and moans and cums, all while I lay there unable to do anything.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xljajo/how_i_developed_a_voice_kink_f
That’s quite interesting ;)