Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Zoey and I recently stumbled upon the ASMR fetish community. It was somewhat accidental, after both of our TikTok FYP’s were filled with videos of whispering voices and the strangely compelling sounds of people eating. Zoey had the brilliant idea that we should use this to our advantage – you know, being PSOs and all. “Food-focused ASMR calls,” she’d declared, eyes gleaming. “We’ll be the sex queens of the crunch!”
We decided to advertise our new fetish service on X and our first video call came through Teams, after a quick DM with a guy named “CrunchKing69.” Zoey was already unwrapping a bag of spicy ramen noodles as I answered. “H-hello,” a nervous voice replied. “Is…is this the, uh, ASMR call?” “You want it, we’ll do it,” Zoey purred, before chomping hard on the crunchy noodles. The sound filled the room, and we could see CrunchKing69 drooling on the other end while stroking his hard dick. Next, it was my turn. I grabbed a handful of crisp green grapes and popped one in my mouth before sinking my teeth into it. The satisfying crunch reverberated through the microphone. “Delicious,” I murmured, chewing slowly. “Want to hear more?”
Zoey and Amber: Delicious
CrunchKing69, now practically moaning, managed a meek, “Yes please.” We were in control, dictating the sounds, the pace, the whole experience. It was a power dynamic that surprised me. It went on like this for the next hour, alternating between Zoey munching on popcorn shrimp and me snapping pretzel sticks and then being completely silent. Then one of us would whisper a command for CrunchKing69 to squeeze his balls or stop touching his cock altogether. We could see how we were driving him absolutely wild.
After CrunchKing69 signed off, a satisfied customer, Zoey turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Okay, Amber,” she said, licking Cheeto dust from her fingers. “My turn. What are you in the mood to hear?” A blush crept up my neck. I hadn’t really considered the possibility of us using this on each other. Zoey and I had been friends since October when I joined the company, surviving countless ramen-fueled all-nighters and disastrous dating escapades. But this was new territory.
“I…I don’t know,” I stammered, avoiding her gaze. “Maybe…something soft?” Zoey smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips. She reached for a bag of marshmallows. “Soft it is,” she whispered, her voice low and breathy, the kind you hear on those ASMR videos. She popped one in her mouth, and the sound was gentle, almost like a sigh. Then, she closed her eyes and began to hum, a wordless melody that vibrated through the room and, strangely, through me. As she hummed, she slowly crumpled the empty marshmallow bag in her hands, creating a subtle, crackling sound.
I felt a shiver run down my spine. It wasn’t just the sound; it was the intimacy, the focus, the way she was looking at me, even with her eyes closed. It was hot. When she finally opened her eyes, they were dark and intense. “More?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. I swallowed hard, the apple in my hand suddenly feeling heavy. This wasn’t just about the sounds anymore. This was about something more.
“Yes,” I breathed, my heart pounding. “Definitely more.”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
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