No matter what her resolve, her walls crumble at the sound of his voice

She would lie to herself that it was just a friendly conversation

The mood shifting quickly at times or ebbing and flowing at others

The wave of sexuality would always come

It would wash over her, but not cleanse

Ultimately pulling her under like a rip tide

No struggling, it would only make it harder to get out of the tide

She let the tide pull her out to sea

Nipples tightening, clit hardening, and juices flowing

His voice pulling her deeper and further out

Simple fantasies becoming complex and vivid

Clothes and walls are stripped away as the tide turns

Body tingling, needed to be touched

Her fingers finding nipples first

Pulling and tugging as his voice sweeps her further out

Wave after wave crashing through her body

Fingers finally finding her soaking slit

His voice pulling her in deeper, darker

Moans and whispers escaping her lips as the tide takes her down

Fingers moving faster, body writhing, and juices flowing

Waves building, pushing her deeper, and further than ever before

Everything else fading away, leaving only his voice and her body's reaction to it

The tide turning quickly, unexpectedly

Carrying her to the crest of the wave, as her body shakes

The tide finally releasing her as they both crest the wave together

Breathing deep and murmuring incoherently, her body floating free from the rip tide

Breathing out with exhaustion and satisfaction

Knowing she will face a darker, deeper tide the next time she hears his voice