That Sexy Phone Voice (Have You Ever Been Ear Raped?)

The year was 1999. Her name was Erica. She was this fly honey I met on the bus one day coming home from work. She was an art major and made a comment about my backpack. She wanted to know where I got it because it looked like it’d be perfect for carrying all her art supplies. That off cuff comment led to an extended conversation that resulted in us exchanging numbers.

I was never good at making the first call. That silly rule about waiting a day or two always rattled around in my over-analytical skull. That wasn’t an issue this time, though, because Erica called first.

The conversation started off simple enough, as we discussed the all-important backpack and how she’d been looking for one like that for so long. Once that was out of the way, we trailed off into banter about each other—our likes and our dislikes; our goals and aspirations; and our favorite movies and shows.

We wound up speaking for hours.

Eventually, Erica and I went out on our first date. We met at the movie theatre on Jamaica Ave and she looked even better than I remembered. She was dressed casually in a pair of blue jeans and a white top. The most notable part of her ensemble, though, was a smile. She had the most perfect teeth and these juicy lips that I could only imagine how soft they were.

I forget what movie we saw, but we grabbed something to eat afterwards. The vibe we had built up on the phone was only solidified face-to-face. The conversation was free flowing and we didn’t leave until the restaurant was almost closed.

Since it was late we caught a dollar cab instead of the bus. Erica didn’t live that far from me so I walked her to her parent’s house before heading home myself. Even though I didn’t get a kiss good night, it was a perfect first date.

I was giddy as a schoolboy.

At that time I was in a bit of a slump and hadn’t had any action in a while. In addition to being a hot girl, Erica was also a good girl. We wound up going out a couple more times, but because of my hectic work schedule we wound up phone Jonesin’ a lot.

Remember back in the day when you were really feeling someone and you would just talk on the phone until the wee hours of the morning? It started with your first crush. You were young and really didn't have anywhere to be the next day so it was cool staying up until four in the morning just talking—about nothing.

It was during one of these marathon phone conversations that it happened. Erica was already an attractive woman, but there’s something about late night talking that changes your voice. You know what I'm talking about. Guys get extra bassy and all gravely, while chicks get this real whispery thing going on. It's sexy as all hell and is a major turn on.

After a month of dating Erica and almost a year of sexual inactivity, I was horny as a toad and the sound of her voice was driving me wild.

I was laying in my bed in total darkness, except for the red analog numbers on my clock glowing in the distance. It was a quarter past three on a Wet Wednesday night and I my eyelids were heavy. Still, there was no way I could fall asleep with my dick this hard.

It’s not that Erica and I were discussing anything sexual, but the sweet timbre of her voice was hypnotic. My hands slowly drifted into my boxers and I held myself for comfort. It wasn’t long before I was absentmindedly fondling my balls with my thumb and index finger.

Erica kept talking.

I got harder.

Erica and I hadn’t been physical yet besides a tender kiss the week prior, so the idea of asking her if she was into phone sex was too big of a risk. I didn’t want to think I was some sort of freak—so soon.

I was extremely horny, though, so I decided to take matters into my own hand. It’s not like I hadn’t fantasized about being with Erica before, but rather than “handle” it by myself, I was going to use her voice as my personal soundtrack.

Chalk it up to another case of a man not listening, but it didn’t matter what Erica was saying (or even me for that matter), all I needed was the sound of her sweet voice to get me off.

After gently stroking myself in my boxers until I felt that sticky droplet of pre-cum ooze out of my dick, I slid my bottoms past my waist and to the middle of my thighs so I could have more room.

I gripped my shaft tighter with my left hand and started working my way up and down at a slow steady pace. All the while maintaining a conversation with Erica, who was none the wiser, the whole time.

I was ear raping her and she had no clue. All she knew was that we were having another one of those in-and-out of consciousness late night conversations, so it was no big deal if I seemed “distracted” at times.

“You falling asleep on me,” she asked at one point.

“N-nah,” I croaked. “I’m awake… Trust me. I like hearing your voice.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet.”

“So what are you doing tomorrow,” I asked, in an effort to keep her talking.

Her words trailed off and I only focused on the sound of her voice.

Balancing the phone on my shoulder, I let my right hand join the love below, as I wrapped my fingers around the base of my dick with one hand, while I rotated the other over the expanding pond of pre-cum on my tip.

It felt good.

She kept talking.

It felt better.

Soon my gentle stroke began to gain momentum, as I got more excited. As my pace sped up, I gripped myself even tighter so that more blood could course through my dick. I could feel my heart beating through my veins as my free hand worked it’s magic.

I could have came at any moment but I extended the pleasure through controlled, steady strokes. My rhythm matched that of Erica’s voice. Soft, slow and steady.

Finally, I had reached the point of no return, where fighting the feeling was pointless. In preparation for this unstoppable nut I added more pressure to strokes, which were long, hard and rigorous until…

My hips started gyrating…

My dick started pulsating…

My muscles tensed up…

And then relaxed.

I came.

Quietly.

Erica was completely unaware.

She kept on talking as a warm glob of cum erupted from my dick in two sharp bursts and then one gentle aftershock.

I was relaxed and at ease.

If just the sound of Erica’s voice talking about acrylic paint could excite me this much, I could only imagine what it would be like to experience her firsthand. In my catatonic post-coital state, the thought put my mind at ease. So much so, that I soon drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to find my boxers still positioned around my thighs and my dry cum-covered hand stuck to my manhood. I must have fallen asleep mid-conversation with Erica because when I checked my cell phone, which had fallen to the side of my bed, there was a text message from her that read, “Call me later, sleepyhead.”

Yeah, that sounds nice.

Fin!

Do you find that people’s voices get sexier late at night? Did you use to talk on the phone for hours with someone new when you were younger? What did you talk about? Have you ever fallen asleep mid-conversation? Did any of those late night calls lead to phone sex? How do you normally initiate a phone sex conversation? Fellas, have you ever ear raped a girl? How often, if at all, do you fantasize about a woman you’ve just met and are really feeling? Ladies, would be disgusted or flattered if you knew a guy was pleasuring himself to the sound of your voice? Do you think you could tell if you were being ear raped? Do women ear rape men, too?

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