"The Quiet Ones Are Always the Filthiest"

I Became His Strict Landlady

He was late on rent again. And this time, he didn’t bother making excuses. Instead, he called me. “I know I’m in trouble,” he said, voice low, almost guilty. “Are you… angry?” Oh, I was. But not in the way he feared.I slipped into character immediately — heels on hardwood floors, clipboard in hand, disappointment in my voice. “You’ve got two choices,” I said coldly. “Pay up, or earn it.” He st...

1 month ago

He Called Me While His Wife Slept Upstairs

He called just after midnight. His voice was low — the kind of whisper you only use when someone’s nearby.“She’s asleep upstairs,” he said. “I shouldn’t be doing this… but I need to hear your voice.” He told me he couldn’t stop thinking about me. That my voice had been in his head all day. I asked what he wanted, and there was a pause — then he admitted it:“I want you to pretend you’re her… but f...

1 month ago

He Called Me Every Day at 2am

It started with a single call.Just after 2am. He said he couldn’t sleep. That his mind wouldn’t shut off unless he heard my voice.I thought it would be a one-off… a quick chat, a cheeky release. But then he called again the next night. And the night after that. Every night. Same time. Same need. At first, we kept it soft.He told me about his day. I listened, laughed, teased. I became his routin...

1 month ago

A Call from a Priest Turned Very, Very Wrong

He told me not to laugh. “I’m… a priest,” he said softly. “And I know I shouldn’t be calling.” That’s exactly why he had to call. There was something in his voice — that strained mix of guilt and arousal — that made me want to push every button he was trying not to admit he had. “I see,” I purred. “Are you here to confess, Father?” He groaned, and I knew I had him. I slipped into role immedi...

1 month ago

I Teased Him for 47 Minutes Straight

He called me with one simple request:“Don’t let me come.” I grinned.“Challenge accepted.” He was already hard before we even started — breathing heavy, that delicious mix of desperation and anticipation in his voice.“I want to get right to the edge,” he whispered. “And stay there. Until I can’t take it anymore.” So I gave him exactly that. I started slow. Descriptive. Deep and dirty. Told him ...

1 month ago

He Asked Me to Pretend I Was His Boss

He said he was calling from the break room. “I’ve got ten minutes,” he muttered. “And I need to hear your voice… boss.” That word made me smile. I knew exactly what he wanted. I slipped into role immediately. Cold, clipped tone. “You’re late. Again.” He whimpered. “I’m sorry, Miss…” I told him to stand in front of my desk and unzip — and not say a word until I gave permission. He moaned quiet...

4 weeks ago

The Call That Started with Silence

He didn’t speak. Not at first. I answered with my usual cheeky hello, but all I got was slow, deep breathing. Not heavy or rude — just… deliberate. Nervous. Curious. “You okay, baby?” I said, softer now. More silence. But then, finally, in a breathy whisper: “I’ve never done this before…” That was all I needed. I lowered my voice and painted the picture for him.“I’m lying in bed,” I said. “M...

2 weeks ago