Author: LisainUK

My breath catches as I hear your voice. The sexual tension in it is evident instantly. There is nothing more intimate that you can do for another person than this – other than openly masturbating while they watch.

So that is what you sound like when you are alone, aroused, touching yourself. My hand goes inside my bra without any thought;
it is instinctive. Your gentle moans, your words about me. Just so I know this is for me.

I can feel myself getting wet, a swelling in my groin as I open up, my clit growing and lightly pulsing. I am not alone in the house. It feels almost teenage for a forty something woman to sneak off
to the bathroom but it also feels like there is no other option.

I pause the recording, which feels like teasing both of us. The bathroom floor is cold, so I put towels down. I pull down my leggings and knickers and pull up my bra. I hold the phone to my ear, the volume low, and join in with you. This is what you sound like when you masturbate. Read more »

I know how much you love her. I know how much you want her.

But for whatever reason, her libido seems to have left her. It is hard for you to believe that the woman you married, who once wanted to fuck you, suck your cock or toss you off at every opportunity, just doesn’t have that same drive anymore. The odd pity fuck or drunken handjob aside, you are suddenly deprived of the release that was once part of your routine. And it hurts.

I know you want to be a good husband and father. And you are. And we both know I am married too and would not cheat. But we can’t have you going around seething with sexual frustration. Wearing your near permanent arousal like a badge of dismay. Imagining fucking nearly every woman you converse with. And telling more and more people. You are becoming a subject of gossip. Not ridicule, though you need not to push things much more. Pity, though. We all really feel for you.

So this is for you. This is for my friend, this is a one off attempt to make you feel better. Feel good. Ok? Read more »

It is on days like these, insatiable, horny, amazing days like these that I marvel at the human body and the pleasure it can bring. Not just the body. The mind, too. The seductive, filthy, excitable mind.

Working from home makes all the difference. It is not every day that I can sit on a Zoom call reading dirty messages from a dirty bitch who likes me.It is not every day that I can present to a virtual meeting with wet knickers, then sneakily pull them down to my knees, and then my ankles, while still sitting in the meeting. Only on days like these.

It is her teasing, slightly mocking tone, her sexy insults, her delight in arousing me. It is my bare arse on my work chair, my dress up around my waist, my exposed and wet cunt visible just to me as my colleagues chatter on. My husband working downstairs.

As soon as the meeting ends I am on my bed. Rereading, rubbing fast. Telling her exactly what I am doing. Cumming with a small moan against my own hand. Knickers still under my desk. Read more »

My latest erotica at r/gonewildaudio is a collaboration with the wonderful Entice_me_erotica – words by me, super hot reading by her!!

[F4F] Needy As Fuck [Private Script Fill] [Bisexual Listener] [Degradation] [Humiliation] [Needy] [Desperate] [Instructions] [Face Sitting] [Listener Orgasm] [British Accent] [5:13] from gonewildaudio

My husband reminded me of this the other day. Unlike most of my erotica posts, it’s true.

When we were dating, we went out one summer evening to a pub. It was a glorious evening and we were seated in a beer garden. Slightly obscured by a tree. The beer garden was busy.

We were in that “first flush” phase of constant sex; when we where’re fucking we were thinking about it or talking about it! We’d realised we were a great match sexually and were at it like rabbits.

Anyway, this night he leans over and whispers in my ear. “When you sit like that I can see right up your skirt.”

I got a bit of a jolt in my groin from that. I’m not generally a flasher in spite of fantasies I have posted on here! But knowing he could see and was finding it hot turned me on.

I knew I had red knickers on and I knew he liked them. I parted my legs further and grinned.

“Slag,” he mouthed. We’d just got into dirty talk and I’d quite enjoyed name calling (sorry Americans, just think “slut” in your terms!!). Read more »

So occasionally I write out fantasies or filthy stories from my past and share them on Reddit. As a woman, I am unsurprised that this attracts a fair bit of interest and maybe too many unsolicited DMs, but it is fair to say that I enjoy my stories being appreciated!

A few people have asked me about myself and why I do this. The smart arse answer is “I wish I knew!” But I’ve been thinking about it recently.

First, I’m happily married, 45 and not looking for anyone else, for sexting or other purposes. People ask what I look like: I am told I have a pretty face and a cheeky grin, I was prettier and slimmer when I was younger but think I still look ok. Dark hair and eyes, I’m short with big boobs and short legs, I guess the term is curvy. I don’t think I am in BBW territory (UK size 12/14). I have sex pretty regularly with my husband and it’s good. All of this stuff is just for me. He doesn’t know I post here, he does know I write and I have written some pretty explicit stuff just for him (and used other media too!). Read more »