Do you have any inkling of what your voice does to me? The seductiveness with which you effortlessly enunciate each syllable? Your soft murmurs of assent? Your whispered desires? Your every sigh of pleasure? You are hundreds of miles away, and yet the power of your voice is incessant; it inspires my imagination, captivates my fevered desires, solidifies my lust.
Yours is the most exciting voice I’ve ever heard.
I fear that I’m doomed, because yours is the voice of a Siren. It entices me, lures me towards you whenever it flows over me. It tempts my senses, coaxes my lust, banishes my reason.
Each time.
Each time.
And though I might plug my ears, try to lash myself to a thousand masts of logic and restraint, your hushed words of yearning seep through my defences, make me hunger for you like a ravenous beast.
Oh, I hunger for you now.
Meet me. Straddle me, press your lips to my ear and breathe your desires into my soul, as your hands ready my flesh to satisfy you, as you guide me inside the burning, soaking centre of your own lust. Whisper all of your delights to me. Cry out your every need. Scream your satisfaction, over and over and over, until we lie shattered upon the rocks, spent beyond any words.
Though it damns me, let me hear it all.
8 Comments
Trackbacks
Leave a Reply










Beautiful interpretation of the siren song story. I love the metaphor — plugging ears, lashing oneself to the masts of logic and restraint, finally shattered on the rocks. Honestly — what a way with imagery you have. Gorgeous.
Thank you, la fille - I’m so glad you enjoyed the piece…
~EA
Damn.
Good damn? Bad damn? Damn me?
~EA
No need to post this, EA. Just wanted to say thank you for all your effort on this blog and tell you your writing is truly remarkable. (I sent an e-mail saying as much, although in a bit more detail and more eloquently, but think you may not have received or may not respond to e-mails?)
Anyway, all the best and I look forward to seeing where your imagination leads next…
C.
Thank you for the lovely gesture, Constance. I really appreciate it. As to your email - if I’d received it, I would certainly have responded to it…
~EA
This post reminded me of an experience I had, but in the reverse, being thrown for a six at work by a surprise phone call a few years ago, and the voice behind the call. But that’s in the past, but a rousing memory. You capture the primal thoughts that unfold during such moments, so well.
I always get an additional sense of frisson when something I’ve written stirs a pleasant memory for someone reading it. Thank you for sharing that, Anastasia…
~EA
What can I say? Your words have aroused me to heights before not felt.
Come do those things to me, please.
It’s lovely to receive such an invitation…
~EA
what a wonderful feeling to have that effect ..to be considered that seductive..to be wanted that badly…xx
The effect I yearn to have as a writer … and a lover…
~EA
as a writer you are that seductive…as a lover ..i wouldnt know..but i would take a good guess !! x
And your guess would be… ???
~EA
as a lover….im guessing your wife is a lucky lucky lady ..you’re so seductive in your words..so full of lust and passion … i cant imagine you being anything less than as a lover x
I do try to live up to my persona as a wordsmith…
~EA