Her walls dripped with decadent nectar calling forth the men who wanted nothing more than to devour ever inch of this seductive girl. What she lacked in seduction, she made up for in sensuality. Sitting on the opposite side of the glass, she was what was referred to as a coin operated girlfriend. Not human, but completely receptive to the needs of a man. Put the money in the slot and the show begins.

Beneath the dim glow of neon signs and the hum of arcade machines, she stood—Gypsy, the beautiful coin-operated goddess. Encased in glass, her mechanical hands rested on her pantyhose covered thigh, her dark eyes shimmering with an almost unnatural knowingness. People came and went, dropping quarters into the slot, listening as her recorded voice whispered seductive wants and needs that she knew men craved.

“Hello there stranger. I’ve waited all day for you to come home to me. Do you love the feel of these silky smooth pantyhose?”

The dolls voice almost hypnotic as she spoke. Men standing in front of the machine with their jaws falling into an awkward gape. Lips painted in a crimson red, her teeth tugging the bottom one as she awaited his response.

“I love them. Cross your legs back and forth,”

Gypsy sits elegantly on a velvet chaise, her glassy blue eyes shimmering under dim candlelight. Her dark curls cascade over her delicate shoulders, framing a mischievous smile. Dressed in a crimson corset and lace-trimmed skirt, she moves with eerie grace, crossing one slender leg over the other. The sheer black pantyhose clings to her olive skin, emphasizing every delicate curve. With a slow, deliberate motion, she adjusts the seam, her tiny fingers tracing the smooth fabric. The room hums with an air of mystery—Gypsy isn’t just a doll; she’s watching, waiting, an enchantress of a mans dreams.

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Below is the questions asked, and the results.

Hair

Black: 50%

Brunette 20%

Redhead 10%

Blonde 20%

Tits

A 25%

B 30%

C 30%

D 15%

Weight

95-110 – 20%

110-150 – 60%

150-200 – 15%

200+ 5%

Height

This was to broad to pick. Most said from 5 ft to 6 ft.

Shaved/Bald

No hair – 15%

Bush – 85%

Dominate/submissive

Most agreed that a dominate/aggressive woman would be their preference.

Are you surprised? I can honestly say that I am a little surprised. When we think of the All American woman most would say busty, blonde, with a tiny waist and a big butt. As you can see, that wasn’t the response with the men that I questioned.

According to Vocal Media the list of perfect women include:

Kim Jai-Soo

Zendaya

Deepika Padukone

Bella Hadid

Hande Eurcel

Gal Gadot

Margot Robbie

Emma Watson

Priyanka Chopra Jonas

Lily Collins

My ideal of the perfect woman is a little different than these, though all are beautiful. If I had to choose one woman that to me was the most outstanding in looks, it would be Vivien Leigh. Her beauty was unmatched, but it was her sass that really sunk me. In the role of Scarlet O’Hara she was a force to be reckoned with. Mouth, brash, and knew how to drive a man wild. Those eyes could melt the soul, but the wickedness behind them was devastating.

In all honesty, is there really a perfect woman? No, but some will still take your breath away and frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!

For fun I asked AI to make me the perfect woman using a generator. What do you think?

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Can you believe it? 2025 is the year of Chastity according to Cosmopolitan magazine.

The definition of chastity is simple. Abstaining from all forms of sexual intercourse. It’s often related to when one takes a vow to not participate in intercourse. Many see it as something that only happens in the Catholic church, and though that is true, it’s so much more than a religious practice. If you asked 10  people why they participate in this fetish you would have 10 different reasons why. No two being the same.

Female Chastity is often related to purity and fidelity. A woman giving herself to her husband on their wedding night. For men it’s more of a fetish. Being locked away and under the ownership of a female can be as erotic, if not more, than being allowed to orgasm. For both it can be a mental or a physical form of chastity. One takes more self control than the other, and the participant must abide by the rules of play. As to where the other, the sex organ is locked down and the key holder is the only way out.

Male Chastity Devices:

Lock the cock

House of denial

Amazon

Flat chastity with catheter

Female Chastity Devices:

Amazon

Fancy steel

Lock the cock -female

Is chastity healthy?

For both sexes it can decrease the risk of STD’s, but what about the long term effects? For a man it can increase stamina, heighten trust between partners, and increase sexual desire. One comparison would be to spend a month on a diet, though you work in a bakery. Day in and day out you must see and smell the decadent pastries but not taste. At first it may mentally drain, but the longer you go without, the sweeter the reward in the end.

No matter why you decide to slip into the chastity world, do your research before and never enter into it without the trust of your partner.

Short chastity story (fiction)

Ethan had always been in control—of his job, his finances, his life. But when he met Sophia, everything changed. She had a confidence that both intimidated and excited him. One evening, as they sipped wine on her balcony, she leaned in and whispered, “Do you trust me?”

He nodded.

Sophia presented a small, silver device—elegant yet imposing. “If you want to be mine, you’ll wear this.”

Ethan’s heart pounded. The thought of surrendering his pleasure, his control, was both terrifying and exhilarating. With a deep breath, he submitted.

Days turned to weeks, and Ethan found himself more devoted than ever. Every touch, every teasing glance from Sophia sent shivers through him, yet he remained denied. His desire transformed into obedience, his longing into love.

Sophia relished his submission. She held the key—both literally and metaphorically. She dictated his release, and in return, he gave her his undivided loyalty.

One night, as he knelt before her, she smirked and dangled the key. “Have you earned this?”

Ethan swallowed hard. He didn’t know the answer—but he knew one thing: he was exactly where he wanted to be.

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I had always dreamed of being part of this world, of feeling my own fur blend against another’s, of indulging in the sensuality that seemed to linger in the very air. And tonight, I wasn’t just an outsider looking in.

At The Crimson Den, the bass throbbed through my chest as I stepped inside. A scent of musk and wildness hung in the air, mingling with the perfume of expensive whiskey and something far more primal. Bodies swayed on the dance floor, pressed together in tangled velvet and intoxicating fur, whispers of promises exchanged in the heat of the moment.

Then I saw him—a man with obsidian fur, lounging in a shadowed booth, eyes glowing like molten gold. His gaze met mine, predatory and knowing. My breath hitched as he beckoned me with a single clawed finger.

I approached, heart hammering. “First time here?” His voice was smooth, laced with something dangerously tempting.

I nodded. “First time… experiencing something like this.”

His lips curved into a smirk as he reached out, trailing a fur covered hand along my wrist, a spark igniting at the touch. “Then let’s make it memorable.”

Led into the back of the club, the world was different. Naked bodies bound to the walls, the feel of that soft texture caressing their bodies. As the music from the club softened, it was the moans that echoed through my ears. Men and women laying face side to the wall, the simulations to sex mesmerized me. I’ve heard of dry humping, hell, I’ve done it, but these people were pressing their most intimate parts into a textured wall. Screams of pleasure and release rattled around inside of my head. Whatever this place was, it seemed to be euphoric for those that visited. The electricity that radiated through the walls sent shivers up and down my spine.

I let myself be drawn into the night, into the heat of fur against fur, bodies tangling in the soft glow of candlelight. In Velvet Hollow, pleasure wasn’t just a moment—it was a way of life.

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Everyone whether they want to admit it or not, has a fantasy that someone else would consider disgusting. Do I? Sure, but there is a difference between me and the normal person. I am not afraid of what people think of me. My life is an open book for the world to read. I’ve opened the doors to my dirty little secrets, so, are you ready to hear my fantasy?

His words penetrated her soul with a fever that no traditional medication could control. Wicked, his eyes boring holes into her frame as he sat across the room watching the young blonde undress. Each article of clothing tailored to fit, but she removed them as though they were thrift store quality. Money was never an object when he was involved. She would rip each thread from the silk in which it was sown if he demanded. She stopped at the panties, the red ones he sent to her the night before. Lace bikini cut with a small red bow on the band. They resembled the ones Victoria Secret used to entice men into the store. The difference with him though, was that these were the trophy from the last conquest. His bad habit was taking the panties from his victims.

“Leave them on. I don’t want to see your cunt, well, not yet at least,” he vocalized.

She moved across the floor like a cat stalking her prey, stopping only inches from his large frame. God dammit, why was he the drug she craved more than any other? Her lungs expanding with argumentative breath, she struggled with the intensity. Smirking, her crimson lips curling up, even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of her smile. A swift strike of her tongue over her bottom pillow, she moistened the stain with a saliva gloss. Yes, yes, he would like that. Her mouth wet for him. He never said a word, but she heard him inside of her head. He didn’t need to speak. She knew.

“May I?” she whispered.

“May you, what?” he laughed.

“Let you rape my throat with your cock,” uttered the young blonde.

His hand moved down to the jeans he wore, grabbing the crotch of his pants with a rough grip. He was taunting her, and she knew it.

“Are you a good girl?” he asked.

Her head shook from side to side as she smiled, “No, no I’m not. I am a cock craving whore.”

As a master would call his dog, his hand slowly tapped his pants to advance her to his lap. Sighing, his hands now on the side of the chair, he waited. She didn’t expect him to help, did she? Of course, not. A cock craving whore knows her place on the food chain.

“Thank you,” her body shook as she whispered.

Slowly taking the space between them away, her slender digits working down his zipper with ease. The button next, one slip of her hand and she released him from the confines of his pants. It was at the point, that she used the tip of her finger to push a strand of drool that escaped from the side of her mouth. Looping the saliva around her finger, she pushed it back into her warm mouth, pulling back with a soft suck. God, wait, there was no God present here. All she wanted was her throat to be ripped from her body and used as a cock sleeve for this man. He intoxicated her soul.

He pushed his body back in the chair, lifting a bit to allow the release. As he placed his hands behind his head and laced his fingers, he waited. She knew what to do. They all knew. A breath exhaled, he was tired of waiting, and she would know that before the night was over.

As though a serpent, her tongue perched between her lips, tasting the air around. Fuck, he was delicious, and she hadn’t yet tasted his nectar. Slithering up the underbelly of his cock, her tongue followed the thick vein from his sac to the head. A flicker back and forth, she painted his cock with an overabundance of saliva. Every stroke of her tongue caused her body to tingle with a wanton desire.

“Umf,” he muttered.

Both hands on the floor to brace herself, she wrapped those pretty lips around the head of his cock, engulfing to the rim. A slow roll of her tongue, she fucked the slit with the tip of her oral muscle, pulling back with a sudden pop. Eyes to his, her lips in a well-defined whistle as she blew on the damp mushroom. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, her crimson prints left around the base of his thick cock. As much as she tried, the gag reflex was too strong. Choking on the size, her mouth slowly retracted, saliva pouring the moment her lips released the meat.

“No!” his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.

H reached out, grabbing the back of her head and forced his cock against the seal of her lips. With force, his hand pushed down, the head of his cock threatening to break her teeth if she didn’t comply. Lacing his fingers in the soft strands of her hair, he didn’t stop until every inch of his dick stretched her mouth to capacity.

“Bitch, do you choke?” he asked, yanking her head back, looking into her shocked eyes.

“No, no we don’t choke,” she whimpered.

He pushed her head down hard, the head of his cock pushing deep into her throat, holding tight to stop her from pulling away. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what he needed. Forcing his hand back with regret, no sooner did he give her a breath did he take it back away. There is giving head, and then there is this. Throat fucking with a jackhammer speed, the head of his cock causing her mouth to bleed from the size. One after another, his thrust causing him to lift from the seat to impale her on the length. No longer a concern as long as she kept her mouth open, he used it for his pleasure.

Gasping, her face turned blue from the lack of oxygen. Crying with each thrust, her eyes widened, the streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Cheeks bulging, her lips burned from the stretch. Her pain was his pleasure, and the more she gagged, the closer to cumming he was. Her nostrils flare as his hand restrained her head, holding her throat to the point of collapsing around the bridge of his cock.

“Fuck, eat that fucking cum,” his voice raspy as he demanded.

She opened her eyes with the first hit of scalding fluid down her throat. His nuts resting on her chin, he dumped them down her greedy throat in waves of lava from the head of his dick. Her cheeks expanded, filling them to resemble a chipmunk stuffing nuts in for the winter. In her case, she was on a liquid diet. Pure protein.

He exhaled deep, leaning back as his hand released her hair, pushing her back from the oversensitive head of his cock.

“Go clean yourself up. You’ll do better next time,” he laughed, lighting the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

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Enjoy my little creative story.

Pacing the floors of her home, she was bored out of her mind. At 18, she should be out partying with kids her age, but there was something different about this one. She needed things that a man her age could never provide. Maybe that’s why she preferred them all over 35 years of age. So much time passed since she was with a man. She needed to know she could still get one for some reason. Well, if she wanted one. A few hours of fun was all she needed to get her mind to where she needed.

Thumbing through her phone, the name that stood out was that of a local strip club. One where eighteen was legal, and they had open stage night every Tuesday. Tonight, she would mindfuck someone stranger into oblivion. That was the goal, at least.

Two hours later, the five-foot-ten in blond found herself in the middle of the stage, searching for her victim. She would call him that because by no means would she fuck him tonight. Her pussy saved for a special guest, and there were no VIP’s in sight.

Music blaring, she wore nothing but a pair of red panties, stocking with lace trim, and a thin ribbon around her neck. Though tied in a bow, she was no one’s gift tonight. One more item accented her outfit of choice. A pair of 4 inches spiked red stilettos. Not her normal expensive ones. These would serve one purpose tonight. They were for attention only.

In the center of the stage, a chair sat, waiting. Calling a guy in the front row on stage, she smirked when she noticed the bulge in his jeans. If that were any indication of what he was packing, it would take all she had not to give in to temptations. She pointed to the chair. No words were needed. Tonight she was going to use him for a prop in her little act of self-pleasure.

The music changed, the song was seductive and enticing. As she moved in for the kill, her hips swayed to the beat of the song, never missing a note. Stopping as she approached, her hands slid slowly up her sides, cupping her breasts’ underside in each palm. Not big, nor small, she was a perfect handful. As her tongue traced her bottom lip, she tightened the grip on her tits, pulling forward to grasp her perky nipples between her thumb and forefinger, twisting, yanking, and finally releasing them back with a bounce. She wouldn’t stop till the naturally pink buds changed to a constricted shade of red, her breath coming in shallow pants. The look on his face said it all. This man was mesmerized by the show in front of him.

“Fuck,” he growled.

No, there was no fucking tonight. Just a little tease. She loved being a tease, straddling the male’s lap, one leg on either side. A long grind would start the show. She slid a hand to the back of his neck, yanking his face forward, planting his lips between her tits. With a whisper, she held him there, grinning, “tongue fuck my tits!” Her head dropped back as he rolled his tongue up and down her cleavage, slapping him in the back of the head when he tried to attach to her nipple. “Do it again, and we’re done,” she warned. Tonight was not his show. It was hers. Long licks over her freckled breast, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth for a satisfying approval. His dick strained in his pants as she pushed down repeatedly on the crotch of his pants. Her panties saturated now with her lust.

She yanked his head back once again, looking into his eyes, and her free hand forced three fingers into his mouth, fucking over his tongue with slender digits. “That’s a good boy. Get them nice and wet,” she whispered. Pulling her hand out, she smirked as the next place they landed was down her panties, fingers curled, and pushed into the tight walls of her gripping cunt. Slowly, her fingers pushed to break the invisible seal. A loud guttural moan came from deep within. Each slide of her fingers forced her to contract her walls around them. Juices were pouring out to soak the silk panties she wore, staining his pants with her filth.

“Fuck, fuck my cunt,” she growled. The only one fucking her was her. Each time she pushed down on his hard dick, the jeans forced her fingers in deeper, stretching her walls as the liquid sloshed out and around the tips of her fingers.

His eyes widened, bucking his hips up to meet her growing demands, she screamed out as the first orgasm ripped through her body like waves of boiling lava. Each ripple was forcing her to cry like a wanton little whore. She was, though—a little whore who sought pleasure in only herself.

Satisfied, she pulled her fingers from her panties, forcing them down his throat. That was his payment for the night. He would be allowed to taste what he could never touch. It seems like a fair trade.

She slipped from his lap, laughing at the sight. He was covered in her orgasm and would be left wanting for his own. She would leave him to handle his problem on his own. Remember, there was no VIP’s here tonight.

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A hard dick is no excuse to being rude during a phone sex call. Paid or unpaid, the person on the other end of the phone is a human just like you. Please understand that if you want something that includes being vulgar, raunchy, or even mean, tell the person ahead of time so you get what you pay for.

Blocking

People would be shocked at how many times I have been blocked by a caller because I was either sleeping, or on another call. I don’t understand why this is done. Are we not grown ups who understand that just because we want something that there are situations that sometimes are out of our control. I’ve had many phone sex callers block me only to come back and tell me it was because I didn’t give them instant gratification. Here’s a warning for all. Blocking me for something I can’t control will get you one right back. There will be no coming back from rudeness.

Fantasies/Fetishes

Please try to understand that everyone is different. Just because something is your fantasy doesn’t mean that it is mine. I try to give the other person everything, and yes, I mean everything they want, but sometimes I can’t. I’ll tell you ahead if something is impossible so I don’t waste your time or money. I want this phone sex experience to be the best you’ve ever had, so please tell me ahead what you want. My crystal ball doesn’t work for everyone.

New Accounts

If you and I have had issues in the past, please don’t come to me on a new account. Believe me, I will always know it’s you. I am a very good judge when someone is playing me.

Feedback

Every person has a right to an opinion of someone else, but come on. Tell me of I haven’t pleased you privately. I recently had my first bad feeback and to be honest, it hurt. Not because of the actual feedback, but the reason behind it. There is some things that I can’t speak about due to it being out of my control. Please read the Niteflirt TOS before you punish me for things I can’t change. Please respect me as I have respected you.

Mind reading

I feel that I can usually take a call in the direction the caller wants, but I am not a mind reader. Help me out and give me a little something to work on. Again, I want this to be the best phone sex you’ve ever experienced.

Thank you for attending my phone sex TED talk. Now let’s have some fun.

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A pantyhose fetish is not as uncommon as some would think. Soft, shiny, and seductive, most men associate the wearing pf pantyhose with a mature woman. Whether the first time seeing was on a family member, or out in public, they can’t keep their eyes and hands off those silky legs.

Across the aisle of the store he sat on the floor watching and waiting. All those older women wearing stockings drove hi crazy. His mother said he would grow out of it, but did he? His small hand waiting until the cost was clear before he ran the palm up that strangers leg, feeling. Groaning, his mother apologized again for his behavior. He just loved the way legs felt in nylons. Back then the woman laughed, patted his head, and reassured his mother that it was fine, but was it? Would he outgrow the need to touch something so soft?

Fast forward to current day. Sitting in a pile of used pantyhose, he picked up each pair, smelling the cotton crotch as one wrapped tight around his cock. He was feeding his pantyhose fetish with an over abundance of used stockings. Many of them bought online, the others stolen from trash cans of the women he knows. He is drunk off the aroma of that nylon material and the way it holds in the sweet scents of the last woman who wore them.

Pantyhose fetish can lead to an addiction.

What is your drug of choice? Pantyhose, Nylons, Stockings, or even the casual knee high? Watching those seductive women cross their legs from the right to the left keeps your cock pulsating with need. The way she dangles the heel from her re-enforced toe, stretching those toes as the shoe threatens to fall. Does that take you to the edge and keep you there? Or do you blow the moment that shoe falls through the air?

A pantyhose fetish, also known as “hosiery fetish” or “nylon fetish,” refers to a sexual interest or attraction towards pantyhose or stockings. Individuals with this desire may find wearing, touching, seeing, or smelling pantyhose sexually stimulating.

For those with a pantyhose fetish, the material’s smooth texture against the skin and its visual appeal can be arousing. The act of putting on or removing pantyhose may carry an erotic charge, as well as the feeling of tightness and confinement when wearing them. Some may also experience heightened arousal when witnessing someone else wearing pantyhose, often as a form of lingerie or in combination with other intimate clothing.

It’s important to note that fetishes, including pantyhose fetish, are a normal variation of human sexuality and can be explored consensually with a partner who shares similar interests. Communication, trust, and respect are essential when discussing any fetish or desire with a partner to ensure mutual understanding and comfort.

As with any fetish or kink, if it becomes overwhelming or interferes with daily life, seeking guidance from a qualified therapist or sex educator can provide valuable insights and support in understanding and managing these desires in a healthy manner. Are you ready to discuss whether or not you’ve gone too far? Call me on niteflirt and I will give you my honest thoughts.

Youtube videos to enjoy.

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I told you all about the Nude Party I was invited to this past weekend. Well, so many are asking for an update. Wow, oh wow, there is so much to tell and the party was wonderful. Since it was my first time at one of these parties I had one rule set for myself. No penetration sex, but lots of oral and touching.

I arrived about 7 pm to the estate. It was a very secluded party located in Malibu, California. I wore a simple red dress with heels, but knew that wasn’t going to stay on long. At the door our clothing was taken along with any cell phones or devices that you could video with. Secondly, a NDA signed. I know that seems odd, but there were people there that could never allow their presence to go public. A few I even knew. Don’t ask because I can’t tell who they were. Believe me, it was wild!

Who knew a Nude Party could be so much fun?

After turning all of my things over, I found the first of 3 bars on the estate. Ordering something light, I couldn’t help but wander around and see what the place had to offer. There were nude people everywhere, and damn, the cocks were swinging. Some big, others small, it didn’t even matter. Everyone there was having a good time and no one seemed to even care about the lack of clothing. I know I loved it.

Making my way to the pool area, I settled in on a cabana bed at the end of the pool. It was one of those with a large bed and three sides enclosed with beautiful drapes. I didn’t stay alone for long. A beautiful redhead joined me on the bed and the party begun. A few kisses led to touching, and a whole lot more. She had stunning enhanced breasts. The kind you see in the centerfold of a men’s magazine. I couldn’t keep my hands or mouth off those nipples. Suckling one into my mouth, my hand found her bald little lips. Pushing two fingers in, she let out a moan of approval. She was delicious. For all of you 69 lovers, she was on top and that sweet pussy pumping down on my face. I love the taste of a woman.

To hear all the juicy details you’ll need to spend a little with me. Knowledge is expensive.

I met a very well hung man next. He had a 9 1/2 inch cock, and begged me to let him fuck me. Nope, I wasn’t breaking that rule. I did scoot to the edge of the bed and wrap my lips around his cock though. At first I doubted my ability to take it all, but with a little work his balls rested on my chin quickly. That’s a lot of cock down the throat, but your girl has some cock sucking skills.

Do you want to know more about this nude party? Call or chat me on niteflirt and I will tell everything. Well, almost everything. No names.

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ASMR sounds have become a huge thing in recent years. From eating to screaming, some sounds can cause relaxation, and some, well they can cause orgasms. If you sleep to rain sounds, or listen to the wind blow, you’ve enjoyed AMSR. The soothing whimpers of a lover in your ear will send shivers of a job well done over your flesh. Who needs a symphony when you have a lovers cry of pleasure playing in the background.

Are you a vocal lover, or does dead silence turn you on. For this writer, I want to hear from my partner if I am hitting the right spots. Words, cries. scratching, and sucking. Turn on all my senses before you ever penetrate my body. So many people are caught up in the actual event and forget the appetizers that lead up to that meal.

For those who experience ASMR, gentle moaning can create a sense of intimacy and evoke a calming response. The soft, melodic tones may enhance the overall sensory experience, contributing to a deeper state of relaxation and contentment. However, it’s important to note that ASMR is a highly individualized experience, and not everyone may respond to moaning in the same way or find it relaxing.

Whispers, tingles, caresses—a sensual ASMR symphony of delightful sensations.

Scratches down the back as simple as they seem, feed the ears with a newfound pleasure. With every strike of nails across the skin, and new lullabies sooths the soul. Not only can a certain sound trigger a response, but it can cause the body to tremble with excitement. Goose bumps popping on the flesh, too bad they don’t make a sound. I can only imagine it would mimic small bubbles popping in the brain sending shockwaves through the body.

Talking and whispering is another form of ASMR. Whether the words are soft and quiet, or loud and screaming, the body will react. Have you ever made love in complete silence? Don’t. Filthy words or encouraging your lover to move from one part of the body to another heightens the sense to new levels of excitement. Remember, silence can be deafening, and in the bedroom, and it can lead to questions of enjoyment.

Are you ready for a brain orgasm? Close your eyes, open your ears, and let the games begin. ASMR is awakening to senses that you didn’t even know exist. Listen closely, the world is waiting.

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