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.
11 thoughts on “nevermind that, tell me what you’re wearing”
Seriously. You can call me anytime. I get it. I didn’t think men did. Wow.
I know *exactly* what you mean. (I often do.)
Thanks for sharing….E
Yeah. I get it too…
Yaknow, I can totally see how saying your name would be an aphrodisiac. It’s the way it just rolls through the consonants, the abrupt K through to the (possibly rolling) deep r, and who doesn’t imagine lips with a hint of smile at that ending l sound? A delight for the senses indeed, both yours and the luv saying it.
> call me daddy, and tell me what you’re wearing
This approach also works with telemarketers, albeit in an inverse manner.
As someone who is on the phones all day, every day, for the Job…
Pity you no longer own a DCX product, Karl Elvis… Pity.
Ahem. I’m Scottish, and have an elegantly British accent. Just for future reference.
I most definitely get it, KE.
Huh. Unlike all the other women who’ve been commenting, I don’t get it. In fact, I have no idea what you mean at all.
I must admit that I have used my voice to my advantage a time or two. Would you think me incredibly wicked if i were to tell you that i can tell that moment? You know… that moment when a man is on the other line and he suddenly gets ‘taken’? A change in his tone, a little laugh, some flirtatious thing that happens. It’s a ‘sell’ sign.
I do often wonder though if I’m so obvious too. I do tend to melt like butter at the sound of a sexy voice. I’m sure anyone could hear it right away. Even my co-workers turn to look at me.
I really enjoyed this post.
It made me giggle out loud.
One thing I miss about having had to give up my office for a cube is the privacy that allowed some of the most muscle twitching covert orgasms while on a support call.
I’ll be the first one to admit that I am the instigator when I hear a voice that turns me on and get off hearing the little gasp, low growl or the questioning “yea?” when I start dropping ineundos or even bolder suggestions.
The voice does it for me.. hearing it whispered in my ear causes menal pictures that can arouse me no matter where I’m at or what I’m doing. And after all.. a mind is a terrible thing to waste! 😉
Good to know there are more freaks like me!
One of my faves:
And He whispered to her, “Tell me where to touch you so that I can drive you insane…Tell me where to touch you to give you ultimate pleasure…Tell me where to touch you so that I will truly own you.” She whispered back, “Touch my mind.”And He did, over and over and over again, until her possession was complete.