I shouldn't want to listen to you this badly. I have work, I have errands, I have appointments.
I find myself working on something around the house and out of the corner of my eyes
I'll spot them. My headphones, like a silent reminder of what awaits me. No, I tell myself
only I have things to do, no time for that. I go back to my task but no, my mind is
distracted. I swallow thickly, shaking my head but finding myself moving closer and
closer until... No, I shouldn't. It's the middle of the afternoon. I should be working on...
But then again it's only, what, fifteen minutes? If I listen I'll probably end up being more
productive since I won't be so distracted. Before I can even consider what I'm saying,
I've crossed the room to grab the headphones as I move rapidly to my bedroom, my pulse starting
to quicken. I close the bedroom door behind me, closing the curtains pulling back the
sheets on the bed. I want no distractions. I pull off my sweater and pants that crawled
into bed, wearing panties and a tank top. I snuggle under the crisp sheets before grabbing
my phone from my bedside table. The glow of the screen illuminates my cheeks, already
growing pink and warm. My forefinger quivers in anticipation as I bring up the subreddit
GWA. Gone wild audio. Gone wild is right. It's shown me things I never even knew I
was turned on by. Scenarios. Positions. Like the first audio I ever heard. Sweet boyfriend
experience. Asking so nicely. The tender sweetness that radiated through the speakers. The underlying
sensuality. I still feel bubbly inside when I think about it. I never expected to enjoy
it that much. And then later on, that aggressive, narrative audio. That peek into the actor's
head as he spoke of bucking his secretary against the wall. I was taken aback at how
much he wanted to be that secretary. To feel the frantic need for this rasping voice at
the other end of my headphones. Oh god, then that rumble fat. I remember hearing that first
whimper bound the lightning bolt that went through my body. The slick sound of hand on
flesh, the guttural need in that masculine voice as he begged to come inside me. That
was hot. But then, I found your audio. Your voice. Your voice was like dark honey, rich
and oozing with forbidden sweetness. It got under my skin immediately. I couldn't understand
this pleasant flush that went through my body. The first sentences you spoke. I don't know
if it was the words or just the timbre of your voice. Whatever it was I went. This is
the voice I've been craving. And now I can see you've uploaded a new audio. I feel my
heart thrumming in anticipation. Already I can see the comments other users have made
on it. Telling you how they touch themselves to your voice. How sexy you sound. How wet
you make them. It's a long one this time. Oh, nearly 30 minutes? I'll have to save it
for when I have more time. It is on my favorite tags. The secret, they ain't part of me. Wonders
if you recorded this because you know what those tags do to me. The thought sends pleasant
thrill through my body, making my nipples harden tightly under my feet top. Better yet,
did you record it thinking of me? When you touch your cock and say those words? Are you
picturing me? Do you picture me spread out beneath you, clutching at your back as you
bury yourself between my legs? Or am I at your feet, taking in your cock with an ego
swipe on my tongue? Am I the girl next door, hair in a ponytail, smiling as I ride you with
my breasts bouncing eagerly each time you thrust? Or am I the vixen, with my dark lipstick
smeared from our frantic kisses before you take me from behind roughly against the wall?
That's the beauty of this. I can be whatever you want. You can be whatever I need. So I
lay here under my sheet in bed and I press play on my phone. Your voice falls over me
like a warm velvet blanket through my headphones. Unconsciously my knees have already drifted
apart as my fingers find their way under the waistband of my panties. It doesn't take much
for me to be ready when your voice invades my ears. My body feels a light as you whisper
the filthy things you're doing. When I close my eyes I can imagine it's me you're slowly
undressing, each button being carefully undone. Before long I'm standing before you, naked.
I feel warm and unexposed. It's making me so fucking wet. I trace my fingers on my damn
slithered symmetry. Your voice in my ear, you sound so hot. My breathing is getting
hitched. It makes me want to slip a thing inside me. How can it get me this wet with
just your voice and some well-placed words? How can a voice make my thighs tremble as
I splay my fingers around my clit? How can just your voice make me so around? But I guess
it's not just the voice, is it? It's the figure I've attached to a voice in my mind.
And it's him tearing my panties off and filling me with his cock. And yet it's you.
Yes, just like that. Don't stop. Oh, deeper. Oh, yes. Oh, it's fucking hot.
Oh, I reach under my top and start to tease the hard nipple. Oh, the pleasure,
highness, as my hand plumps my breast, my other hand between my legs,
is a tantamount for you. I want you so badly. I can't understand it.
I can tell right now I'm not going to make it to the end of the audio. Your voice is just too much
for me today. The dark little laugh and the rough whispers. Oh, I'm already a well-desperate mess.
How are you so good at this? This sounds so natural, so sincere, as you talk about it.
Fuck me. It's so bugging to meet my fingers' tempo. Oh, God. I know that if you were here,
you'd know exactly what to do, exactly where to touch me, to taste me, exactly what to say.
Would you want that? To fuck me? Oh, yes, keep talking. Keep saying. Keep saying those few other
things. Don't stop. I want to fuck you so badly. I want to wrap my legs around you and pull your
hips roughly against mine. I want to feel your warm mouth on my breasts, tasting and nibbling
until I'm so wet you can enter me with ease. I'd be able to take all your cock. Would you like that?
Would you like that? Can you imagine it? My tight, wet little cunt taking your cock,
velvety walls tightening around you as you let go? Just fuck me hard. You don't need to be gentle.
Just fuck me. Oh, yes. More. I need more.
Fuck me hard. Don't stop talking. Don't stop saying those delicious little things.
Oh, but please, come with me.
Oh
Oh
Thank you so much.
Thank you so much. Never stop posting. Please.