Like some voices

Usage examples of throaty.

Smiling teeth popped and rattled as the two men embraced, full of loud throaty crooning greeting, yum yum yum and the voiced clearing of phlegm from pharyngeal tracts.

Sweeping her long, fuzzy hair casually over her shoulder, Ramonda banished any idea of a suffering conscience when she responded with a deep, throaty laugh.

From the castle below the comforting, muted noise of soldiers, hooves on cobblestones, an occasional throaty laugh wafting upwards with the smoke and smells of the cooking fires through the decorative, bowman openings in the vast walls, not yet shuttered against the night chill.

In the distance, cows lowed, the crickets had begun their nightly stridulations, and the frogs in the Ef lowlands warbled throaty tunes.

In place of her beautiful, throaty tones the room filled with an excruciatingly harsh, unmelodic gargling noise.

The throaty hoots of an Atlantean ground owl woke Audubon somewhere near midnight.

And she gave a throaty, two-syllable chuckle that sounded as unlike Debs as if she had asked me to show her the best way to cut through living human bone.

From the castle below the comforting, muted noise of soldiers, hooves on cobblestones, an occasional throaty laugh wafting upwards with the smoke and smells of the cooking fires through the decorative, bowman openings in the vast walls, not yet shuttered against the night chill.

The five calves were all bawling in a chorus of complaint against their forced separation from their mothers, and the deeper, throaty tones of the cow mingled not inharmoniously with the sound.

The throaty contralto reminded Jack of Mercedes, a very, very pretty Minorcan girl he had known in this same inn before his promotion.

The throaty syllables struck my ears like those potsherds on which Athenians periodically write the names of anyone who had happened to offend or bore them.

He waded forward to help - but from above them came the throaty roar of the diesels and the chain began running away, snaking and twisting up the bank like a python.

The old men in the goat cage began softly singing some kind of a lament, nasal syllables ending in throaty gasps, which awoke all the people and made scalps prickle.

Then he used her in the most painful, humiliating way possible, smiling cruelly at her throaty gasps of distress--and her ultimate moans of pleasure and surrender.

For an eternal instant, his deeper, throatier cries rose in harmony with her breathless sobs repeating his name as paroxysms of inexpressible pleasure shuddered through them.