The Fetish Many Have, But Few Know Exists
Lately, I have been especially attuned with a very specific fetish of mine. This fetish is one many obtain, yet few know exists. Auralism is a sexual fetish defined as sexual arousal or excitement caused by sound. This fetish can range from the sound of ASMR-style videos of people eating crunchy foods all up to the sound of a person’s ultimate climax. For me, it is the sound of sexual pleasure itself that gets me going.
As a person with an unignorable sex drive, I have become particularly comfortable with my own body and the things I know set me off in the best ways. I know the toys to go if I wish to orgasm by penetration alone and which bullet of magic will send me into a whirlwind of clitoral satisfaction. For each, I would search unique topics on the web. For instance, if I was looking to climax on a rabbit, I would likely turn to something hardcore and heterosexual, while if I was in the mood to please my way from the outside in, I would search for something of the lesbian vibe — something that included cunnilingus specifically.
For most of my masturbation life, I have turned my focus to porn as a way of getting me past the brink of orgasm. I would wet myself with thoughts of pleasure, teasing myself by way of touch, and would then use the visual to finish the job. However, lately things have been a bit different, because when it comes to auralism, it isn’t about watching anything at all, but more about listening.
Recently, I have filtered my pornographic search to be nothing short of the mere sounds of sex alone. As I shared in my post last week, getting off to my neighbors was one of the best experiences of my life and feeding this kink of mine hasn’t stopped there. My search has transitioned from BDSM to lesbian play to now the sounds of a person’s roommate getting pounded in the other room. I will listen to a person pleasure themself while the person in the next room screams at the height of their sexcapade.
The relatability of the person on the outside of that door is identifiable and I cannot get enough of it. Just yesterday, I listened to a porn titled, “I listen to my roommate f*cking and cumming in his girlfriend.” The audio was everything you’d imagine it to be. The day before that, I stumbled upon one that consisted of a girl from the neck down, masturbating to the sound of her roommate getting destroyed in the next room by some random Tinder date. I didn’t care much how she knew either of the two people, but I did care about the finish and how dirty she was talking over the screams in the other room.
For some, the sounds of sex might be awkward, especially when they are coming from strangers in the other room, but for many others, the sky is the limit. The idea that it doesn’t matter if they fit the script of my usual search engine or whether or not they’re in the position I’d prefer — in my mind, they are doing all of the right things in all of the right places. That’s the beauty of auralism.
With sound alone, you create the rest.