Soft Voice Novels & Stories

My breath catches and he continues, his voice sounding so soft and low I barely hear him, "... The feelings you invoke in me is far, very far from hatred" I hear a clicking sound, denoting the end of the call. Over a minute later, I'm still in the same position, with my phone pressed to my ear. This boy....

I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. That's our baby.

His voice came as he picked up the call in few seconds. "I'm always free for you, darling" I said with a soft voice filled with emotions as he slowly chuckled with a low and deep voice making my heart and the butterflies in my stomach do cartwheels. Well normally It's always him saying this after I text him if he's free to have a talk, so today I did it. And I also mimicked his soft and slow voice. "Like you should." He said with a stern voice mimicking what I say everytime as this time I chuckled followed by his chuckle.

Hard, broad shoulders and a voice that whispered sweet nothings into my ear. “…be alright, mate.”

He pulls his head back and barely whispers. “You have the softest lips.”

Of course. "I, uh..." I clear my throat. "I should tell you, I'm not very good at this." Sofia giggles. "It's easy! You just read the words and do the voices." "The voices?" "Yeah! Like this—" She takes the book back and opens to a random page, reading in an exaggerated growl, "'I am the big scary wolf!'" Then she switches to a tiny, squeaky voice, "'Oh no, please don't eat me, Mr. Wolf!'"

It was a loop of their own voices from a podcast episode recorded three months ago. “If you aren't providing a lifestyle, you’re just a hobby,” Sophie’s recorded voice echoed, distorted and pitched down until it sounded like a demonic growl. “Move on, sis. High-value men don't let things like 'accidents' happen.” "Turn it off!" Sienna screamed, clawing at the monitor’s power cable.

His voice lowers — private, careful, dangerous. “I’m not forcing you.”

I swallowed hard, my throat already swallowing the cum that I was certain was about to be delivered deep inside my fucking mouth. He leaned forward slowly, letting two of his fingers rest gently at the base of my chin before lifting my face to meet his eyes. Then he asked again, “Tell me if it’s your first time, so I’ll be gentle.” His voice was low, still carrying that soft, almost groan-like edge. Oh, God! Why the hell is his voice so deep and soft at the same fucking time? How the hell is he even doing this? Making me wet my panties while I haven't even started working as a Fluffer yet?

He radiates an unexpected authority, a steady presence in the face of escalating chaos. He speaks in this soft manner. His voice is low, soothing. His words, a gentle counterpart to the boy’s silent agony. “It’s alright. I’m here,” he murmurs, his tone both reassuring and firm. He gently guides the boys trembling hands away from his throat, his touch awfully tender. “Breathe with me. Slowly. That’s it.”