I Love How Your Voice Turns Me On

Why it’s driving me insane (in a good way)

I have always been a little ashamed of my voice.

Not exactly sure why. Probably because it’s very soft in a city where the louder and more boisterous you are, the more ‘heard’ you become.

Or maybe the roots can be traced back to my college days when my friends would tease me about my ‘baby’ voice. It is no exaggeration that even as a grown woman, I receive calls where the caller asks me to give the phone to ‘mommy.’

Lol.

I have never been much of a talker preferring to live in my own world than participate in actual conversations. The lack of practice could be why my voice never quite achieved the firmly assertive voice I have always desired.

There was this one time a Medium & Substack friend, Kristina God, called me from Germany for an interview collab. I recall her being flabbergasted for a few seconds as she tried to reconcile the extremely soft-spoken person on the call to the highly extroverted-sounding writer on Medium. But then, we got to talking and got along fabulously.

I credit her for her friendly, outgoing nature and her ability to make me comfortable enough to be myself.

Isn’t it interesting how people create an image of you in their minds based on how you write which may not be an actual reflection of who you are as a person?

But I digress.

Probably because I feel shy about what I’m going to say next.

That I’m in love with a voice.

Okay, that came across as a little weird. What I meant to say is that I am in love with someone whose voice I find incredibly sexy.

Not sure whether the captivating quality of his voice is because of the vibrations it produces that I can feel in my soul or perhaps it is the undeniable warmth and masculinity reflected in it that makes me want to grip the sheets on my bed from the sheer pleasure of listening to him talk.

And he knows how it makes me feel and uses it mercilessly.

Each time he deliberately leaves a naughty voice message, the deadly combo of his strong, low-timbered voice and the charm of a delectable accent makes this woman twist the sheets and arch her back without him even physically touching her.

How crazy is that?

Yet, it is not surprising. For there is something more intimate, more indelible, and more real about what a voice conveys, in my opinion.

I am one of those people who form impressions based on perceptions. I tend to keep a distance from those whom I don’t feel right about either because of the energy they emanate or their words, spoken or otherwise.

It is just one of my quirks.

Loud voices startle me. It could be a consequence of PTSD. Some voices trigger my fight or flight instinct and yet others are soothing and promote a sense of calm and quiet.

And then there is his which is beautiful and comforting at the same time, enveloping the listener in a warm blanket of safety and security.

Can you blame me for being so mad about him?

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