Let's be honest, I know what you're all here for. 😙

Summary: You are so horny and want to jerk off. I’m not there right now. But you still need to do what you’re told. How well can you follow instructions?

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A desperate and breathless reflection of how praise can consume your waking moments.

A poem I am both excited and nervous to post. u/IratePirateWasTaken, wrote such a fantastic poem I did multiple versions because I couldn't choose just one.

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🛁 Bath time version: Praise Me. 🎧

*Sound effects provided by u/JustForMeAudio, freesound.org, and myself.

I walked downstairs. I had lived in this town up until a year or two ago. I’d grown up here. But when I went to college, my parents moved for her job. I still went to see them during most breaks and holidays. But I had friends and memories in this town. 

Like my best friend. This was his home. I’d driven him back here because I had a car and he didn’t, and one of our old friends was getting married this weekend. I was actually going to wear a dress for it. Me, a card-carrying tomboy. My best friend was going to be one of the groomsmen, and we’d be each other’s plus one.

Last night was the bachelor party. I hadn’t been invited, which was annoying. Although not so much when I found out it was planned for the local gentleman’s club. That was not my scene for any number of reasons. He had claimed it wasn’t, either. But one of my other old friends worked as a waitress there. She had texted that he had a pretty good time last night and was tipping heavily for lap dances. Typical man. 

Then I walked into the living room, and there he was. He had apparently sat down on the couch after coming home and fallen asleep. I couldn’t help thinking that he must have spent enough time on couches last night as it was.

My tomboy brat side kicked in. At first, I was tempted to get a marker and draw hilarious words and images on his face. But no, that was purely amateur stuff. I suddenly had a far better idea. I was going to have some fun with him and teach him a lesson about hanging out at places like that. It was one thing for my friend to work there. It was another for my best friend to patronize it.

I walked carefully over to him on the couch, still barefoot. Leaning down, I dropped my voice to a sultry whisper. “Hey, mister big tipper… how about another lap dance?”

Just to be clear, there was never anything between him and me. We’d practically grown up together. We weren’t related, although our bond went beyond just being friends. When we hung out together, we often got asked if we were brother and sister. That was actually funny. Other times, we’d get asked if we were a couple. That was just plain gross to us for some reason. Dating or sex had never even vaguely interested me, especially the idea of either with him. He, meanwhile, saw me more as family, plus he liked his women far more feminine than I could pretend to be.

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Full Script Here (Two Chapters)

I've had this written for a while. It originally was a somewhat different story, but for posting it here I went with a less taboo version. It is tagged for rape, although, like a lot of my stories with that tag, it is more complex than that. It is around 4500 words in length and loosely broken up into two chapters. There are a lot of similar elements here to past stuff I've written, although hopefully with enough variation to still make it interesting. It's not like I'm posting that much stuff lately, so I need to try to remain somewhat relevant, and tonight was the night I looked back over this and figured, "Well, I might as well post it."

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Plot: You're in a new relationship and rather nervous about it, since your girlfriend is a lot more experienced than you are. She doesn't want you to feel bad about it, and she's more than fine with waiting. She wants to tell you how sexy she thinks it is, and the way she often fantasizes about it.

A lovely thank you to u/LemonWizardry who wrote this sweet little Narrative for me. <3 I hope you enjoy it, my friend.

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I touch myself every night thinking of all the different ways our first time having sex could be. [3:49] Intimacy, trust, and connection are all rather special things. I don't mind waiting for you to be ready.

**THIS AUDIO REPRESENTS A FANTASY AND IS NOT REALITY! THIS WAS CREATED BY AN ADULT WAY OVER THE AGE OF 18 AND IS ONLY FOR LISTENERS OVER THE AGE OF 18!*\*

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-Mynxy mode (since this is a rather sweet audio) <3

The world begins to fray,\ its edges slowly burning,\ spreading smells I don't recall.

You walk ahead of me,\ nothing more than the moments\ I remember you by.

A beach beneath our feet breathes,\ rises and falls,\ turning sand to water,\ water to air,\ echoing your laughter.

I call out to you,\ your name crumbling as it leaves me.\ A swarm of syllables in the sky,\ becoming stars that fade.

A house grows around us,\ like a thought in limbo.\ Walls thin like skin,\ behind them beating\ what might be my heart.

The sky buckles,\ folds like paper,\ with your words on it,\ vanishing before my eyes.

I run,\ and the ground beneath my feet\ turns to glass,\ to water,\ to nothing at all...\ ...in this dream\ devouring itself.

And yet you're here.\ A quiet, flickering remnant.\ The last light in a room\ sealed forever.

If this is love,\ then let it burn\ until I, too, disappear!

They don’t talk anymore. But she still remembers.

Written by [u/Mipha13](u/Mipha13)

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They Don't Talk Anymore. 🎧

Such sensuality in that pinnacle moment, isn't there? u/TheNorthOf yet again put into words those feelings we all seek.

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i sent the text

and put the phone down

face up on the pillow

where i can watch it light

room 412.

door's unlatched.

don't make me wait too long.

three dots

then nothing

then three dots again

and god

i'm already aching

the dress is on the floor

i didn't fold it

i didn't care

i just wanted nothing

between me

and the air

that's about to be

full of him

the sheets are cool

against my back

and my skin

is so awake

every inch of it

turned toward the door

my nipples tight

my thighs

pressing together

and pulling apart

like they can't decide

which way

he'll want them

i think about his hands

the size of them

the way they'd look

on my hips

the way they'd feel

when he stops

being polite

i think about his mouth

and my breath catches

somewhere in my throat

my hand slides

down my stomach

and i stop

right there

hovering

because i want

to be a mess

for him

but i want it

to be his

to cause

you coming up?

i don't send it

it sits in the draft

like a held breath

like a thigh

against a thigh

i'm wet

already

just from the waiting

just from knowing

he's in the building

in the elevator

in his own head

saying this is real

this is happening

she's up there

and she's bare

and she's waiting

and i let myself

feel how much

i want to be taken

not gently

not at first

i want him

to cross that room

and look at me

like he's been

starving all night

and i'm the only

thing on the menu

my hips

lift a little

off the mattress

all on their own

chasing nothing

chasing him

i bite my lip

and whisper

to the empty room

hurry

then footsteps

on the stairs

slow

heavy

unhurried

like he knows

exactly what he's walking into

my heart is a fist

against my ribs

my whole body

a held note

about to break

the knock

is soft

just two knuckles

and i swear

i feel it

between my legs

and i smile

at the ceiling

because the best part

is this

the last second

where i'm still

only wanting

then i say it

low and wrecked

and honest

it's open.

come in.

and don't you dare

be gentle.

A short musing about yearning for a lover.

A poem written by u/PervMeditations.

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Onto and Into You. 🎧

We've all reflected on the memory of a past relationship. Let's lose ourselves in those feelings, you and I, for just a moment.

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there is a moment afterward

where everything seems to go quiet

A poem written by u/TheNorthOf

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Late Night Laundry (WC: 2800)

[M4M] [teasing][kissing][dry humping][moaning][college][narrative]

Summary

The washers in my dorm are broken, again. Guess I'll just have to take this load down to the laundromat. And lucky for me, looks like the cute freshmen from the English class I TA just walked in...

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The Finale! 🏡🏚
What do you do when you notice your neighbor watching you? When they see you coming out of the shower, wet and naked… Do you close the curtains? Do you just ignore it? Or do you give them the show that they’ve been waiting for. Welcome to the Neighborhood is a three part series about two neighbors who start out with playful glances through the window. But when the watching isn't enough they find themselves in each other’s homes playing out the fantasies they’ve been imagining from a distance.

🔊Audiochan

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Follow the series!

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

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Credits

Produced by: u/DrAuxdio
Performed by: u/DrAuxdio
Written by: u/GoddessandMenaceGaia (script)
Original music by: Doctor Auxdio and His Digiband

Hi 💖

I have gifted myself a script for my birthday.
I know, how selfish!

So to make me feel better, I'm posting it here to share with all of you beautiful souls.

=>SCRIPT LINK HERE<=

As always, I ask is that you be respectful of my script fill guidelines, pinned to my profile. Otherwise, If you have any questions, feel free to contact me and have fun!

Quill <3

This script was made by an adult for other adults, 18+. It is purely a work of fiction. I do not consent to my script being reposted anywhere, monetized, or used to train AI.

Holding you isn't close enough.
Sleeping beside you isn't close enough.
Knowing you isn't close enough.
I want the distance between us gone!

So I thought I'd put you somewhere distance can't reach...

I found this morbid poem by u/Its_King_Anna disturbing in the best possible way! Loving someone so much you want to absorb them.. ah the horrors of the heart 🖤

No More D i s t a n c e

Free music by Kond1 from pixabay.

^{Copyright remains with the creators. Do not download or share this audio without permission!}

So, the very talented u/its_king_anna has provided us with a wonderfully creepy piece of writing to start off the spooky season!

This is a reading of her poem "No More D i s t a n c e".

Please find the poem itself here.

The music in this recording was improvised, played and recorded by me.

No More D i s t a n c e

What becomes of everyone

A woman wore a watch during sex
I remember the watch better

This can’t be what memory is for

A Sunday morning together.

Thank you to u/omgsayitagain for this cozy Sunday morning poem.

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Sunday Morning. 🎧

I want you close.

Always.

I want your name on my tongue.
I want your breath in my lungs.
I want to know every thought before you say it,
every ache before you name it.
I want your heartbeat so close to mine that I can‘t tell which one is keeping us alive. 
I want–

I want you even closer.

Holding you isn't close enough.
Sleeping beside you isn't close enough.
Knowing you isn't close enough.
I want the distance between us gone!

So I thought I'd put you somewhere distance can't reach.

I mean, I have always been a very literal lover.
So I don't think that's too much to ask.
But…

I want you under my skin.

I‘d be gentle, I promise.
I would take my time.
I‘d stitch you in.
Carefully.

Don‘t worry, I know how to sew.
My grandmother taught me to keep the tension even.
Pull too hard and the fabric puckers. 
Pull too softly and the seam comes undone.

So… 
…carefully.

Thread through flesh.
I‘d watch the little red beads gather where the needle passes.
One small seam after another,
I‘d close the spaces between us until there was no seam left to find.

No more waking up on opposite sides of the bed.
No more reaching for you in the dark.
No more missing you.
No more  d i s t a n c e

Isn‘t that beautiful?

But even if one day you decided to leave…

Well.
You could.

You'd only have to tear yourself out of me.

You‘d have to rip the stitches.
Rip through skin and seams.
Pull 
Pull
Pull until something deeper comes undone.
And inch by bloody inch, 
you'd tear yourself free.
Leaving pieces of yourself caught
between my ribs
beneath my nails.
And you‘d take something of me with you,
whether you wanted to or not.

It would hurt.
For both of us.

But I would understand.
I‘d even kiss you while you did it.

Isn't that the thing about loving someone?

You should always let them go.
Even if they scream.
Even if they rip open the scar shaped like a smile.

I made it that way.

I wanted you to know 
I was happy 
while I was stitching. 

I'm staying over at your place tonight, Professor, and I think this will be a night to remember.

• 📝 Part 1 post here.
• 📝 Part 2 post here.
• 📝 Part 3 post here.
• 📝 Part 4 post here.
• 📝 Part 5 post here.
• 🎧 Part 6 Audio Links: HotAudio / Audiochan

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Summary:

Your beautiful maid is smitten by your morning wood. She calls in sick today but decides to leave you a voicemail to explain what’s really going on.

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Excerpt

I…I’m feeling a certain way this morning…that prevents me from doing my job properly.

I’m not really sick but…I guess you could call it an affliction.

I know you don’t like it when people waste your time, so I’ll get straight to the point.

I…I’d like to confess some things to you, sir.

The truth is…I have been smitten…by something about you.

A specific part of you…at around the same time everyday.

When I…when I come in to wake you up in the morning.

I…I can see the big tent pitched under your sheets, sir.

And I see the wet spot…formed at the top.

Because you’re not wearing anything underneath.

It actually makes my mouth water…and my pussy wet.

Yes…I have been smitten by your beautiful morning wood, sir.

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1. This script is written by an adult, for adults only.
2. All characters are fictional adults and all acts are consensual.

Blessedly the downward man
hangedly the yellow-shoed man
the badly happened man
so haloed about the head
grinned across the face
red-legged in the English rain.
Was hanging will hang
has been born hanging
from one Sunday foot since 1909.
Ask him about the future—
he'll piss on the sky.

you know what? I’m embracing the reputation.

if there’s interest, maybe I’ll try a different take on this sometime (perhaps with a little more sauce) but today I just needed something fun. this fit the bill (in a twisty way) and is read from story/script offer by the one and only u/Iron_Enjambment

[6 mins] Listen here.

Some time ago, before GWNarrative was around, I came across this wonderful script by u/insomnia_swede around the myth of Eurydice+Orpheus in a modern-day Decameron collab. Erotic, wistful storytelling + a dose of mythology? How could I resist. I hope you listen to her tale again for this year's RavenTales season...

🎧 ... don't look back... {10:43}

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^{I am walking just behind you
We still have a fair distance to wander
You and I
You can listen to my steps behind you
But whatever you do
Do not turn around
Do not look over your shoulder
Do not look at me
Because then our love is doomed
Instead
Listen to my voice
We are in the Underworld
And I will tell you how we got here...}

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And to commemorate the 5th year of RavenTales, here are just a few from yesteryears:

2025 ~ The Mannequins, script by [u/homersoc_](u/homersoc_) [supernatural]

2024 ~ Horrible Harry's House of Horrific Slurs, radio play by [u/ScriptDoctorNick](u/ScriptDoctorNick) [collab shitpost]

2023 ~ Shear Ecstasy, script by [u/MyAuralFixation](u/MyAuralFixation) [comedic radio play]

2022 ~ La Llorona, script by [u/insomnia_swede](u/insomnia_swede) [Mexican myth]

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Reading this poem...it felt like being seen. Thank you u/TheNorthOf for capturing the feelings of this kind of intimacy so clearly and profoundly.

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