Aural Voyeur

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I’m an aural voyeur; I love listening to the sounds of sex. Not pornography, with its exaggerated noises, but actual, real sex or masturbation.

The grunts and groans and moans and sighs. The slurping and stickiness. Breathing patterns changing from calm to ragged urgency. The sheer primal nature of fucking. Slaps and spanks. Screams and whispers. The whoosh of a cane or crop or the thwack of a belt. Sheer, gut reaction. The husky growl at the back of the throat, the sheer letting go. The lust, the craving. The connection.

It’s all about how people feel, for me. And there’s something about listening that lets my brain fill in the blanks.

All of this only really occurred to me recently. I’d been discussing dick pics with TSH, as he sometimes sends them, and then I received a dick vid. I accidentally had the sound up far too high on my computer and in the six second clip, all I could focus on was the catch of breath in his throat. I closed my eyes and listened. Over and over. It was the hottest thing in the world.

Naturally I asked him for more and told him why. And very obligingly, something beautiful landed in my WhatsApp, with instructions to listen.

He wanks off, his wrist moving ever faster in tandem with the rise and fall of his chest. The breathy sighs tell me his urgency, his hunger, his absolute need to come. There’s a microsecond pause, everything just stops. No movement, no noise, nothing. And he’s over the edge, spurting. I don’t need the visual to tell me that; I hear his release in the way his breath changes. It finishes with a growling sigh of relief.

It’s a massive turn-on. Hot. As. Fuck.

Obviously, I like watching this particular video; it features a cock I’m very partial to, after all. Even so, I don’t always watch because on closing my eyes, my mind tells a different story. I’d be there, giving him a hand-job after lubing up his dick. Or perhaps he’d be straddling me, coming over my face. I have a hundred and one scenarios and can pick and choose to suit my mood. And that’s something the visual will never be able to do for me.

Of course, to write this blog post, I had to watch the video multiple times, so I could adequately describe my reactions. I think I need to go lie down…

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7 thoughts on “Aural Voyeur

    1. That’s the only ‘problem’ with writing this kind of thing. I end up very horny and my sex drive has never been higher since I started this blog!

  1. Hahahaha – just read your last comment, and I’m there, too – whenever I take photos or write something for the blog, I end up wanking mid-whatever I’m doing… it’s great. I like to send my partners audio clips of myself jilling – you’re right, the sounds of sex and magnificent. I really like the phrase “ragged urgency” that you use in this piece!

    1. Thank you. I like that phrase too, it says so much in so few words. I’ve never been as perpetually horny in my life as since I started this blog…

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