I Sent My Boss a Sexy AI Voice and He Made My Fantasy Real

A female voice made me finish what my boss never did…

Let’s be honest — we’re living in an age where AI can write our emails, schedule our day, and now… whisper our dirtiest secrets back to us in voices that make our thighs clench.

I recently discovered an AI voice platform that lets you feed in your own scripts — stories, fantasies, confessions — and choose the voice that reads it. Naturally, I went straight for the most sinful scenario I could think of: me, on my knees, late at night in my boss’s office, giving him something he’d never forget.

I didn’t expect it to turn me on. Not like that.

It started one night — late, quiet, and honestly? I was a little horny and bored. I’d been scrolling through apps when I stumbled across a platform called Sexy Voice. It promised realistic female voices that could read anything you wrote, from love letters to erotic fantasies. I was curious… and more than a little intrigued.

I sampled a few voices. Most were cute, flirtatious. But then I found her.
Her voice was low, smooth, slow. Soft but commanding — like a lover who whispers in your ear while pulling your hair. I got chills. That voice didn’t just talk — it moved through me. I instantly knew what I had to do.

I opened a blank script and started typing out one of my real fantasies. Not some fictional kink or made-up scene. This was something that actually happened. Something I still touch myself to when I’m alone. A night in the office. Just me and my boss. Tension that had been building for weeks. And finally, everything snapping. I got on my knees, and I made him come in my mouth. Every detail still burned into my memory.

I only wrote one paragraph. That’s all I needed.

Then I hit play.

A Fantasy with My Boss (How it Started)

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Her voice came through my headphones — sultry, breathy, confident.
She said: “I looked up at him—slow, dirty smile—then wrapped my lips around the tip… wet, warm, teasing…”
And I swear to god, my legs actually trembled.
She moaned when I moaned. She gasped when I described gagging just a little — on purpose. It was like she was there, narrating every filthy second of it.

My hand was already between my legs. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.
By the time she whispered, “Now… ready for round two?” I was finished. Spent. Dripping. Shaking.

I just lay there, stunned — still listening to her soft breathing in my ears.

I never thought a fake voice could make me feel so… claimed. But something about that silky, feminine tone reading my own dirty truth was hotter than anything I’ve felt in real life lately. It wasn’t about AI replacing connection. It was about a new kind of intimacy. One I could control. One I could write. One that whispered everything I needed to hear — exactly the way I needed to hear it.

So yeah.
AI doesn’t just make your life easier.
Sometimes, it makes you come harder.

A Fantasy with My Boss (On My Knees)

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After she read my fantasy back to me on Sexy Voice, I couldn’t resist. I sent the audio file to him — my boss. No words, no explanation. Just the clip of her silky voice narrating what I’d done to him months ago.

He didn’t reply.

The next day, his email was short: “Stay late tonight.”

When the office emptied out, he closed the blinds. Locked the door. His eyes were dark, his jaw set.
“You like playing games?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

He pushed his chair back, the same one from my fantasy.
“Show me again,” he said.

I knelt between his legs, looking up at him. My hands slid over his thighs as my lips found him — warm, hard, throbbing under my tongue. I started slow, swirling the tip, dragging my tongue down his shaft, then back up, taking him deeper with each movement. He moaned, hands in my hair, hips rolling. The sound of his breath, his voice, filled the room.

I pulled back just enough to whisper against him, “Do you like it when I make reality dirtier than the fantasy?” Then I took him in again, deeper, faster, my lips and tongue working until his moans broke into gasps. He tightened, trembled, and released into me. I swallowed, still licking, still tasting him as he shuddered against my mouth.

When I looked up, my lips wet, eyes locked on his , I smiled and said, “Next time, maybe you should write the script and I will do as I'm told.”

What’s more arousing?
Reading the fantasy in your mind…
Or hearing it spoken in a voice that knows exactly how to make you melt?