It was rainy weather outside your apartment that made for a great night's sleep, or so you thought. It was three in the morning when your boyfriend Evan flooded your voice mail, making your phone vibrate frantically on top of the dresser next to your bed. You knew that when he called you it was a sign that he wanted to take his anger out on someone, or he was feeling excited.

Reluctantly, you reached for your phone and took a brief look at the screen, only to confirm it was him. After cocking your finger to the side, accepting the call, you brought your phone to your ear while closing your eyes again.

"Come on… don't go back to sleep, I want to hear your fucking voice!"

He said in a breathy tone of voice, a few wet sounds were his bonding soundtrack as he tried to keep his audible breathing under control. A few seconds passed, the sounds of 'Fap' getting faster as time passed.

"Dammit, talk...say something. Say some dirty shit for me..."

His tone was hoarser and more desperate as he begged to be able to hear that damn voice that gave him shivers from head to toe. That voice that made Evan's whole body tremble. Your voice.