You'll always have me.
I'll always be here whenever you want me.
I'm curled up in your private corner of the internet waiting for you.
I'm yours.
You own me.
Part of me, anyway.
The voice is an intimate thing.
This is not a fantasy.
This is not an exaggeration.
This is the literal truth.
And you can do whatever you want with my voice, forever.
You'll never know my name, but you'll always remember my voice.
And you'll be able to crook your little finger, scroll through your options, and make me drop
to my knees and worship your cock every time.
She likes knowing you have dirty fantasies, doesn't she, your girl?
She knows about me, doesn't she?
She likes it that you listen to my voice.
She likes to think about you doing things to me, things you're too kind to do to her.
What are you doing now?
Are you pulling out your cock?
Did you pull it up before you put your earbuds in?
I hope it's in your hand right now.
I hope you're jerking off to the sound of my voice.
I hope you're slowly rolling your balls around in one hand and stroking your shaft with the
other.
How do you want me?
Do you want me to be different from her?
Do you want me to say the things she doesn't, do the things she doesn't?
Do you want me waiting for you when you get home?
Do you want me to be nineteen, forty-five?
Do you want me full-figured, petite, a blonde?
Do you want me to have tattoos or ribbons in my hair?
Do you want me shaved and slick, bent over the side of your bed?
Do you want me to slam your cock all the way to the back of my throat?
Do you want me to gag?
Do you want to hear me whimper when you wet my thighs?
Do you want me to wait patiently for you to wake up with your cock getting stiff in my
little pink mouth?
Are you stroking your cock?
I hope you are.
I hope you're grinding and thinking through all of your options, all of what you can do
to me any time you want.
I hope you're rubbing free cum over the sensitive skin under your cock.
Baby you in my own place, and do whatever you want with it.
Any time you want me, I'm yours.
In the bathroom at work, on the train, in your shower, on an airplane next to a stranger,
in bed next to your lover.
I'll whimper, yes sir, in your ear, I'll moan, I'll look deep in your eyes when you come,
and I will always love it.
I will always let you clean and thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Then you can turn me off, I know you will.
I'll go back being curled up in a corner, patiently waiting for you to click me, patiently
waiting to serve you again.
Because it isn't really me you want, is it?
No, it's her, it's always her.
Let's speak realistically, you don't want me, you don't even want me to be real.
What would we say to one another?
Hi, I'm Garden Slumber, you've come to every hole I have, wanna get lunch?
No, you don't want me, you want her.
Her pussy is real, it has moods, and it has needs.
Her legs are scratchy in some places, but always smooth in her inner thigh.
Her eyeliner blurs, her hair gets in her mouth when she fucks, and you have to pull it away
so she can breathe, baby I know.
The real thing is what you want, then she's the real thing.
Who is she?
How long has she been your girl, what's her name?
I want you to say it, say it out loud.
Squeeze your cock and think about the last time you fucked and say her name, say her
name and stroke your cock.
Think about my voice wrapping itself around the head of your dick, warm and wet, and say
her name.
Because the things I talk about, some of them you do with her.
Do you tie her up sometimes?
Do you spray your cum on her perfect little ass?
Do you spank her?
And does she say thank you?
Do you curl your fingers in her hair and grip when she slides her lips over the head of
your cock?
When you kneel behind her, pushing your cock into her pussy, do you hold her stomach in
your palm?
I think you do.
Is it heavy with breath, soft, warm, and vulnerable?
I think it is.
I'll never be her, let's face it.
I'm not your girl.
I'm just your girl's fluffer.
I'm just your little secret side piece.
I'm the voice of a thousand different women, you don't know me.
You just want to use me.
You just want to come down my hot little throat and get on with your day.
And baby, I love it.
Why do you think I record these audios?
Why do you think I prop my microphone up on my bedside table, lick my fingers, and toy
with my clit while I talk to you?
I want you to use me like your personal whore, just as much as you want it.
Use me.
Please.
Take me how you want me.
Fuck my mouth.
Fuck my pussy.
Fuck me and my tight little asshole.
Take it.
It's yours.
I want to be your fuck toy, your kitten, your little girl.
I want you to own me.
I want you to spit on your hand and grunt when you come.
I want to crawl through this microphone, through your earbuds, and into your brain.
I want to give you all the filthy ideas that will come back to you when you are balls deep
in your girl's wet pussy.
I want your girl to not know what hit her.
I want you to fuck her in dirtier ways than she thought you ever would.
Does she know half of what you do, you heard from me first?
I want to be the little slut that makes you want it.
I want to be the little slut that makes her take it hard.
Please me, fuck me, spit on your hand, that's it, make a tight fist.
Now push that of your cock against it.
I want to feel you push it against my asshole like that.
I want to whimper.
Now push it into your tight hand.
Push your cock into my tight little asshole, pound it, fuck it, like you own it, like you
won't ever be sorry.
Now say her name, fuck my ass, and say her name, fuck it, please, fuck it, god, I love
it when you fuck my ass, pound me from behind.
Make me put my hands up against the headboard and protect my face, I want it to hurt.
Will you come for me, please, will you come for your little girl, your fluffer, will you
come on my ass, or will you come on my back, will you push my face into the pillow and
shoot your load on my spine, will you come to my throat, will you hold my neck against
your cock while you come, feel my throat twitch on you, feel me fighting for air, and will
you go back to her, will you kiss her, will you hold her close and feel the shape of her
thighs in your palm, will you think of me and push your still stiff cock against her
ass.
Please, god, oh please, where do you want to come, baby, where, on my stomach, on my
tits, on my face?
You never come on her face, oh god, please, please, please, will you pull out of my asshole,
pull me up by my hair and jerk your cock and come on my face, will you look me in the eye
and spray your hot load all over my lips and neck and my cheeks, will you watch me push
your cum into my mouth with my little girl fingers and roll it around my tongue and swallow
it.
God, I want you to watch me swallow your cum, I want you to see what a good girl I am, I'm
just your little slut, I'm just your best girl's fluffer, come for me, please, please
come on my face, please, come for me right now, right now, oh yes, yes, yes, yes, oh
god, yes, shoot your cum on my face, paint me, I'm yours, mark my face, say her name
and come on my face, please, please, please, please, please, please, yes, yes, thank you,
thank you, oh god, yes, thank you, oh god, I love how your cum tastes, look, I'm gonna
get it all, yes, I wanted that, I wanted you to cum for me, fuck, I love it when you use
me, fuck, mm, mm-hmm, okay, well, I suppose you should clean yourself up and wash your
hands maybe, she wouldn't want to smell me all over you, would she, or would she, wait,
before you go, just, please, just one little favor, will you please fuck her dirty tonight,
will you, for me, please?