I’m a sucker for women’s voices. This happens to me all the time. I spend a lot of time on the phone as part of my job, dealing with software vendors, support people, sales. Sometimes I think, particularly in sales, they hire based on voices. So sometimes, while I’m on a business call, I’ll get […]
I’m a sucker for women’s voices.
This happens to me all the time. I spend a lot of time on the phone as part of my job, dealing with software vendors, support people, sales. Sometimes I think, particularly in sales, they hire based on voices.
So sometimes, while I’m on a business call, I’ll get distracted by a woman’s voice. Some accents do it to me – girlish southern charm or british elegance, or, god help me, scottish or irish (grrrrowl). But it’s the voice itself, and I can’t even begin to define what makes one voice sexier than another. It’s not just deep, or breathy, or whiskey-and-cigarettes. It’s not low, or high. It’s not any one of those things. Like what is and is not art, I can’t tell you what makes a voice sexy, but damn, i know it when I hear it.
But when it happens on a business call, I have a great deal of trouble maintaining composure.
It happened to me just now. I was talking to a sales rep for one of my software vendors about a licensing problem, and the woman (whose name was ‘Devina’) said my name, and I just lost my train of thought completely. She was talking about license versions and support tickets, and asking me questions about how we do things. I was trying to concentrate and answer, but I could feel my balls starting to tingle. I wanted to whisper call me daddy, and tell me what you’re wearing into my head-set. I wanted to start telling her to un-do a button on her blouse. or at least, I wanted to say you have a really, really sexy voice.
I behaved. I’m at work. I like my job and would just as soon not get fired. But I know there’s the one out there, now and then, who’d get it. The one who’d gasp, and respond to my lowered, growling tone the way I’m responding to her. I’ve talked to her, certainly, without even knowing it. The one who’d do what I told her, there at her desk. The one who’s panties I could dampen with a few words.
So after I hung up the phone, I wondered what Devina would sound like having an orgasm, I growled softly at the phone.
Women’s voices – they just drive me fucking wild.