Say it Again
This listener-neutral audio doesn’t just speak—it lingers. Slow. Intentional. Dripping with soft control. It didn’t say anything explicit. It doesn’t have to. No filth. Just presence... Precision. And the slow, intentional way it blurs fantasy with something that feels dangerously real.
Transcript
Hi, you know how this works. I talk, you listen. It's simple, right? You press play for the voice, low and slow and just a little smug, soft enough to draw you in, and sure of itself enough to keep you there, even as a fantasy it gets under your skin.
Cute. You know this is a scene, but still, still, you're holding your breath like you're waiting for me to say something unscripted, something meant only for you. Maybe I already have.
Maybe this isn't the first time I've caught that little fuck slipping out from under your breath like a secret you didn't mean to confess. That little whisper, breathy, unplanned, the kind that slips out before your brain can even catch it. Say it again.
You know this is a recording, but you're not just listening, are you? You're participating, you're obeying, even if you don't realize. That's what makes it hot, isn't it? You're giving in without being told to.
You want the voice, you want the pull, you want the line that makes you close your eyes and mouth fuck into the air like a prayer. This isn't a performance anymore. It's possession, and baby I'm greedy.
I don't just want your breathy words. No, I'm not satisfied with a few pretty little sounds. I want the buildup, the tension in your jaw.
I want the heat behind your eyes, that little fidget you think is subtle. I want everything your body gives away while your mouth tries so poorly to stay quiet. So stay.
Let me be the reason you can't do anything else right now. Because if one soft little fuck can slip out from just my voice, imagine what else I could take from you. I don't need your whole heart, just that tiny surrender, that soft, sweet crack in your voice that says I've gotten exactly what I want from you.
That moment where you forget this is all pretend, where the line between fantasy and instinct blurs, and maybe you like not knowing where this ends. So go on, whisper it again, lose yourself in it. I almost said your name, isn't that wild? It's almost sitting on the tip of my tongue like it belongs there, like you belong there.
Hot, helpless, and mine for the moment.
-watering second of every track.