Aural Fixation – Session One

Another day of endless scrolling. Another day of feeling like something important was missing. Another day of feeling horribly unfulfilled.

I threw my phone on the bed and sighed loudly. I was getting antsy. It had been far too long since my body thrashed in the throes of ecstasy, and I was beginning to feel the effects of it – the growing irritation, the powerful longing, the pervasive feeling of dissatisfaction. If I didn’t have standards, I’d have settled for a quick fuck by now.

But that wasn’t what I craved. A quick fuck was far too simple for my tastes, and any such interlude would need to involve a hand around my neck, fingers digging into the curve of my hip, and breathy moaning accompanying strict orders to be quiet unless I wanted everyone to see how much of a slut I was…

The shiver that ran down my spine snapped me out of my trance, and I looked at the phone again, now nestled between my pillows. I wanted a vocal fuck. A strong orgasm. Delicious aftercare that made me want to do it all over again. I wanted to submit, and there was an easy way to get it.

*Damn it.*

I’d been avoiding it for a while. It wasn’t like I didn’t know that my tastes would earn me several side eyes and tongue wags if they were made public knowledge, but getting off on the sound of men roleplaying, voice acting, and orgasming? It almost felt like too much. I was clearly going over the deep end.

A chuckle escaped my lips as I made an effort to look away from my bed. I shook my head. Who was I kidding? Just the thought of sinking into that space made my panties damp.

I wanted to cum. I wanted to submit. And tonight’s voice would make me submit. He would discipline me just as I wanted. I trailed my fingers across my neck as I sighed, picking up my phone and scrolling to the one I wanted.

His voice immediately filled the room, already irritated, warning me to be careful. Telling me not to push him.

*I’m sorry, Sir.*

His irritation increased as the thought crossed my mind. And then he was telling me to run. Telling me that he would hurt me when he found me. With the sound of every door that opened, my immersion heightened, and my heart raced. He would find me, and he would fuck me. Hard.

“Found you.”

My breath escaped me in a rush. The chase was practically over as soon as it began, but the anticipation that had built up inside of me had slickness coating the inside of my thighs. I went onto my knees as instructed, face down, sinking into the mattress like a good slut. I was a bad girl: his bad girl, and I would be punished.

My fingers slid to my clit.

“You know what to do.”

He was right. I knew how to fuck myself. I knew how to fuck myself to the sound of his tongue lapping at wetness. I knew how to put on a show as I worked not only to earn my orgasm, but to earn being his good girl again, and to make him proud of me.

And I knew how to be silent, at least until the end, as was demanded of me for this roleplay.

As the sound of spanking filled the room, my body jerked rhythmically. The sound of his moans had me biting my pillow to keep the sounds in as my fingers flicked my clit, and I almost cried out in agony when he told me to stop. He didn’t stop there, though. I was a disobedient whore who had to listen to him stroke himself while I did nothing but grab at my sheets. I listened to the sound of him pleasuring himself, doing so faster and faster while I felt like I was about to fucking explode.

“Keep it wet.”

I reached into my bedside table and took out my dildo, attaching it to the wall. I knew what was coming. I knew that his voice would paint a picture of how he would fuck me in excruciating detail, and I wanted my pussy to clench around a dick as he did so. I didn’t just want to cum. I wanted to fuck back. I wanted to feel it thrusting inside of me, and I wanted to lick my wetness off of the wall when I was done, because good girls always cleaned up after themselves.

“Turn over.”

And I did. As he described how I was going to take his fucking cock, how I was going to fuck him and make him cum, I sank back onto my dildo, my ass smacking repeatedly against my wall as I bit my lip to stop my moans from escaping.

“You want to make me proud again, don’t you?”

*Yes, Sir.*

I was panting heavily now. I was so close, but I didn’t have permission. Not yet. My signal to cum would be him shooting his load inside me.

“You can do it, baby. Make me fucking cum.”

*Yes. Yes. Fuck yes.*

I wanted it. I wanted to cum. I wanted to hear him cum. I hadn’t been this fucking needy in a while. This wet. I wanted to drive my pussy back onto that dick until I was a sticky mess. My fingers worked my clit as hard as my ass was slapping against the wall, and –

*THERE.*

My shoulders slumped forward as I shuddered, my body spasming as I came. My thighs jolted violently as my fingers still massaged my clit with the exacting pressure that I needed. My scream was practically ripped from my mouth, that gratification shooting throughout my body to the deepest parts of me and lighting me up from the inside. My clit throbbed with each wave of toe-curling decadence, and it didn’t matter that I’d broken my silence. I’d done it exactly when I was allowed to.

Because I was a good girl.

When I had the strength to move, I slid off of the dildo, the slick sound almost echoing in the room as I did. I brought my face to the wall and dragged my tongue along it, tasting that tangy sweetness – and then I wrapped my lips around the head of the dildo, cleaning that off too.

I needed to be thorough. After all, I’d been very, very good, and I needed to show my gratitude for being pleased and satisfied.

Until the next time, at least.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11xdtlf/aural_fixation_session_one