The Voice That Dared Me

“Show me more.”

His voice was low, smooth, and commanding, and it sent a jolt of electricity straight through me. I shifted slightly on my bed, the thin strap of my tank top slipping down my shoulder. My heart was racing, my fingers trembling as they hovered over the keyboard. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t.

But his voice—God, his voice—was like a drug.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl.”

A shiver ran down my spine. My breathing was shallow, my body thrumming with a dangerous mix of fear and excitement. I bit my lip, my free hand instinctively reaching up to brush against the exposed skin of my shoulder.

“You’re beautiful,” he said again, his tone dripping with confidence. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

I swallowed hard, my pulse fluttering. My finger hovered over the Next button. I should press it. I should walk away.

But then he spoke again, his voice heavy with heat. “Or maybe you don’t want to stop.”

And I realized… maybe I didn’t.

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It had started like any other night.

I was bored, restless, and alone in my apartment, the hum of the city outside my window doing nothing to fill the silence. Omegle had become my guilty pleasure lately—a way to kill time, to flirt, to feel something. Nothing serious, of course. Just a little teasing. Maybe a playful flash here and there. Nothing that would leave a mark.

I clicked Next again and again, scrolling through the usual parade of weirdos and bots. A guy with his shirt off, flexing in bad lighting. Another with his face hidden, just the sound of heavy breathing through his mic. Skip. Skip. Next.

And then, I landed on him.

No camera. Just a smooth, deep voice that made my stomach tighten.

“You’re beautiful. But I bet you already know that.”

I froze, my fingers hesitating over the keyboard. His tone was confident, controlled, and it sent a prickle of heat crawling over my skin.

I typed back, my words appearing on the screen in a shaky rush. How do you know I’m beautiful? You can’t even see me.

“I don’t need to see you,” he said, his voice like velvet. “I can feel it. The way you hold yourself. The way you hesitate, like you’re deciding whether to run or stay. Tell me I’m wrong.”

I swallowed hard. He wasn’t wrong.

“Show me more,” he said, and the command in his voice made my thighs clench.

It wasn’t a request. It was a challenge.

My pulse fluttered, and I bit my lip, glancing around my empty apartment as if someone might catch me. But it was just me. Just him. And that voice—God, that voice—was intoxicating.

I shifted slightly on my bed, letting the thin strap of my tank top slide down my shoulder. My skin was warm, flushed, and I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl.”

A shiver ran down my spine, and my breath hitched. My fingers hovered over the Next button, my mind screaming at me to walk away.

But then he spoke again, his voice dripping with heat.

“Or maybe you don’t want to stop.”

And I realized… maybe I didn’t.

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My heart was pounding now, my body thrumming with a dangerous mix of fear and excitement. I reached for the hem of my tank top, pulling it up slowly, revealing the curve of my stomach, the swell of my breasts barely contained by the lace of my bra.

“Yes,” he said, his voice low and approving. “Just like that.”

I shivered, my fingers trembling as they moved to the clasp of my bra. I hesitated, my breath catching in my throat.

“Don’t stop now,” he said, his tone firm, commanding. “Show me.”

I undid the clasp, letting the fabric fall away, and the cool air hit my skin, making me gasp. My nipples tightened, and I couldn’t help but touch them, my fingers brushing lightly over the sensitive peaks.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice rough now, heavy with desire. “You’re doing so well for me.”

I bit my lip, my hips shifting against the bed. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

“Touch yourself,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Let me hear you.”

I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over my stomach, before I let it slide lower, past the waistband of my shorts, until my fingers brushed against the wet heat between my thighs.

A soft moan escaped my lips, and I could hear the satisfaction in his voice.

“That’s it, baby. Let go.”

My fingers moved in slow circles, the pressure building with every stroke. My breathing was shallow now, my body trembling as I surrendered to the sensation.

“You’re beautiful,” he said again, his voice thick with emotion. “So beautiful.”

I closed my eyes, losing myself in the rhythm of my hand, in the sound of his voice.

“Don’t stop.”

And I didn’t.

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My body was tense now, the pressure building to a breaking point. My fingers moved faster, my hips arching off the bed as I chased the release that was just out of reach.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, his voice low and encouraging. “Let me see you.”

I opened my eyes, turning the camera back on, and watched as his reaction played out on the screen. His hand moved under the desk, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark with desire.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “So perfect.”

And then, with a gasp, I came undone, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

He let out a low groan, his own release following closely behind, and for a moment, we were both lost in the aftermath.

But then, his voice broke the silence, soft and almost tender.

“You’re incredible.”

I bit my lip, my body still trembling as I reached for the Next button.

“Don’t go,” he said, his tone pleading now.

And I hesitated, my finger hovering over the button.

“Stay with me.”

And I realized… maybe I didn’t want to stop.