Sexy Voices in my Ear

Michael leaves me all a fluster and weak at the knees. Michael’s a graphics operator in my company’s New York Office and we speak to each other about three times a week. We’re never on the phone for longer than five minutes at a time because it’s normally a quick conversation to clarify a small detail. But Oh My Days… Michael has the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard in my whole life.

Strangely enough, he only has this effect on me because my other colleagues don’t get it! But there’s something deep and velvety about his dulcet tones that turns me on and I can’t get enough of it.

Just thinking about the effect he has on me makes me blush!

I know nothing about Michael. I don’t know his age. I don’t know his race. I don’t know if he’s married or single. I don’t know anything about this man apart from where he works and the time he gets in and the time he goes home. THAT’S IT. And quite frankly, I don’t want to know anything about him. If I find out something about him that I don’t like, it would break the spell.

Recently, our conversations have become a little bit more friendly and familiar which scares me because I don’t want to ruin the magic. Nor do I want to spoil it for him.

He might imagine that I look like Naomi Campbell when in fact… I don’t! Or he might think I’m in my 20s when in fact… I’m not. Nor do I want to think he looks like Lenny Kravitz when in fact he looks more like Mike Tyson.



Well all I can say is Michael leaves me all a tingle and I always look forward to when we speak. I just pray that he doesn’t get a transfer to our London office.

Or maybe in a dream world, that would be ideal!

I just don’t know what the devil has happened to me. I obviously need to get out a bit more. I need to get a life instead of fantasizing about work colleagues with sexy voices on the phone.