First script/audio for r/Gonewildaudio. Enjoy. (Script below) ... Your soft, chuffing snores have just begun, signalling the fact that you have slipped into the portal from the realm of wakefulness into the complex plane of vivid and fantastical adventure you call dreamland… You have left me alone with my thoughts: this... churning inner monologue that runs rampant and unfiltered within my love addled, high octane cerebrum. You… you have been the focal point of oh so many internal diatribes… so many unfruitful and self-dissecting soliloquies played out upon the vacant stage of my ever fluctuating mind, that I feel bound to you by forces that you yourself do not and may never feel the pull of… like a magnet seeking it's partner but being repelled by the opposite end. Oh, my friend… my lover… my fathomless enigma. You were unaware of my dismay as you compared what you view as mere lust for you to the sex drive of a male… you broke into that effervescent, cheeky grin that years ago snared my heart. I realize that you were merely teasing, prodding at me in a manner that I typically adore… but beneath the self-manifested weight of that comment, dissected over and over again by my analytical brain, the heart that you have locked so unfailingly within your grasp cracked… it cracked just a sliver. I am nothing like a male. You are wrong. Males seek your body in order to gain their own carnal satisfaction; to use your juicing, clutching canal, your warm kissable lips and the expanse of flawless skin you possess as objects which they wish to utilize in nothing more than busting their collective nuts. My only desire, my sole purpose in seducing you with both words and action, is to worship your body and soul simultaneously with my own…. You are wrong about one other thing, oh entity of my boundless affection… You are not a Princess, as you have named yourself, and I am not your servant, the title you have so carelessly strewn upon me; at least... not in my eyes. No. No. You are my Goddess: proud and powerful and kind, and I... I am your endlessly doting acolyte. The scent of the incense that fills the temple I have built for you in my mind is the aroma of your perfect musk, flooding my nostrils with agonizingly sweet and delectably pungent desire… The hymns sung within it reverberate within my senses as your hushed, breathy moans as I taste every taut, silken inch of your flesh; as you call out my name in mewling, hitched pants. I fill you… taste of you… breathe you in. My dexterous digits work your spasming, cum slicked insides with the zeal of a Nun as she fingers the beads of her most cherished rosary… my lips and wanton tongue feverishly work, splaying physical Hail Mary's in reverent earnest upon your engorged and pulsing clit. Your flesh is so fucking sweet… malleable...Flesh that I ache to know aches for me in return. But…as you have deemed yourself my dominant, you are ultimately in control here. As intensely as I yearn to drive you into a state of writhing, needy abandon beneath my talented and ever-capable maw, as your apostle I must pray for permission to do so. This soliloquy is that supplication. Oh, Goddess incarnate… Aphrodite's doppelganger… Please… please... gift me with the sacred, hallowed privilege of your pleasure. Command me to worship you as you wholly deserve. I cannot do so without your divine and holy word.