Let Me Hear You [Voice Kink Reflection w/ Audio]

Auralism? Yes, please. Indulge with me in phonetic convergence…

Would you stroke my paralinguistic horn? 

Please. Pretty please? 

Fuck all this texting. Let me hear your voice. 

Talk to me. 

Allow me to wrap the melody of your intonation around my ears. Grant me the satisfaction of the rise and fall of your symphonic inflections as they dance into my soul. Gift me the shudders your timbre (tamber) inspires up my neck and deep into the pleasure centers of my brain.

It’s not just the words you use. It’s the way you say them. That emphasis you naturally produce when you’re trying to drive the important point home. Or how I know you’re smiling when speaking passionately about something you enjoy without seeing your face. Mmm, and how I sense your cheeks must be blushing as you stumble a bit to find a sexy response to my flirty advances.

Does it occur to you how your voice is ammunition for my arousal? 

Use it. I dare you.

I hunger for it. 

I hunger for that tingly, intimate feeling when there’s a voice in my ears that fills my body with anticipation for more. Tell me those naughty secrets you’re anxious to confess in a voice note. Make my belly quiver each time my phone pings, yeah? Surprise me with a reading of a poem you love or a story you found particularly hot. Make me gush in my panties at work – earbuds stealthily tucked under my hair while I squirm in my desk chair. Let’s play a game where you try to trigger my ASMR* by the rhythm of your syllabic duration! 

I need it. And not just wantonly. 

Your voice can make me feel safe. Grounded. Your voice tells me you give a fuck. It’s where the warmth of your personality resides. The energy in your frequency and pitch often tell me more about you than appellations do. Where you pause. When you sigh. Feel. In the moment without too much contemplation. Describe your joys and your fears. They’re safe with me, too.

But also…wantonly. I crave it.

From that first, polite introductory phone call, I’m already imagining what it’ll sound like when you say the filthy words. Already conjuring your jaw muscles engaging when you utter “fuck.” How you might lick your lips reflexively when pronouncing “pussy” or “cunt.” How your eyes might fire up when you declare, “mine!” And the primal groans and growls I’ll compel from deep within your throat when I tell you to cum for me. 

I want to render you speechless, but not really. Catch your breath and then cradle into my neck to whisper in our post-orgasmic glow. 

Let me hear your voice. Please.

Your husky morning voice. 

Your annoyed with work voice. 

Your let me tell you about my favorite movie voice.

Your sleepy midnight voice. 

Your off-key singing along in the car voice. 

Your feeling sad and need an ear voice.

Your I’m so horny I could explode voice.

Your sneezy, nasally spring allergies voice. 

Your I miss you so much voice. 

Your I need you right the fuck now voice.

I want them all. 

It’s not quite a fetish, but absolutely a kink. 

Auralism? 

Yes, please. Indulge with me in phonetic convergence. 

Pretty, please?

I double dare you. 

*ASMR – (Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response) is a sensory phenomenon characterized by a pleasurable tingling sensation triggered by specific auditory or visual stimuli.

Written & Read by Carolyna Luna
Post Images Credit: Carolyna Luna