Scientists have found that the pleasurable experience of listening to music releases dopamine, a neurotransmitter in the brain important for more tangible pleasures associated with food, drugs, and sex. The new study also reveals that even the anticipation of pleasurable music induces dopamine release. The same is the case with food, drug, and sex cues. The study is from The Montreal Neurological Institute and Hospital.
I hope you enjoy reading todays story as much as I enjoyed writing it/living it. My life is not perfect and neither is my story, dirty, unashamed, unedited, baring blemishes and all, bare naked before the world. This is not a legal brief constructed so every word is perfect, every common in the right place, edited ten times. My tumbling out style of writing comes from deep emotions, a longing, sexual desire, fun, playful erotica. My stories come spilling out of me full of lust, raw energy, with no filter, a friend confessing to you. I'm not looking for perfection in my writing and you will not find it here.
Lost Opportunity, my pen name, refers to all those times I missed the signals, failed to take the leap, didn't recognize or understand what others were feeling/wanting, just didn't go far enough from my own hang ups and fears. I've learned in my thirty years to say yes, to take a chance, make a move, have no regrets, take chances, even if I fail or are rebuffed, even those that don't work out or even when they hurt how do I know if I don't try? Life is short enjoy the ride. I'm Cheryle "Cheri" a Irish Catholic thirty year old bi-sexual woman, 5'2" 107lbs., with blue eyes and long red hair-💋
Chapter One-Auralism
Laying on the sofa facing each other legs intertwined in perfect delight. Strumming these old acoustic guitars, her beautiful feet rubbing my bare smooth legs her cute toes painted purple my sexual juices flowing. The other half of me Mindi knows were I'm going she always follows my every lead hitting all the right notes in perfect harmony. Starring at Mindi's beautiful forty-one year old body, her breast, the hard nipples poking at her T-shirt, her smooth waxed legs, her small feet and cute purple toes. I watch her moan as our feet caress each others legs, a wetness growing in my black lace panties, that will not be denied.
I love performing on stage, a bedroom, the green room or on this old sofa with Mindi a kindred spirit indeed. Legs still intertwined, wearing just our panties and T-shirts, hitting all the right cords in unison singing our song in a perfect melody of sound. This is not a new thought, people have used music to enhance sex for centuries, the Greeks & Romans had musicians playing during their wild orgies. By definition, Auralism means that you are aroused by sound, how this looks, though, can vary from person to person. People that are specifically aroused by sounds are practicing mindful sexuality without even realizing it. Auralism is defined as sexual arousal or excitement caused by sound, this sound might be music, voices, or the natural sounds of sex.
Taking a break I put my guitar in it's stand and got up to retrieve us some more beers. Returning I handed her a beer and she set her guitar in it's stand. Climbing in next to her, snuggling close together, so warm, legs intertwined, I could lay here all night, lost in this magical moment.
Kissing her soft lips while holding her beautiful face in my hands our long tongues playing an erotic game. Mindi's sweet tongue feels amazing has I squeeze and caress her wonderful breast. I hit the remote and Jackson Browne's "Stay" fills our hears mixing with Mindi's moans in a moving way.
Her hand pushing my panties down I raise my hips to help them on their way. Mindi's fingers playing with my soft wetness lights twinkling from the Chicago skyline through my tenth floor apartment window. Our naked bodies moving together in unison playing each other like instruments. Writhing in pleasure and sexual desire fingers deep inside each other.
Swinging around, to Mindi's beautiful warm wet pussy, straddling her sweet beautiful face, lowering, feeling her long tongue take it's first licks, her nose in my small red bush, sweet sixty-nine. Her scent is intoxicating filling my nostrils, tasting her wet cunt, pussy juices covering my face, grinding into Mindi's sweet mouth. Feeling her hands grab my ass cheeks, this sofa is our love stage, so good together, making music or making love. Muffled moans filling my ears, raising her hips to meet my long tongue, we are the stars of the show called to the spotlight again.
Grinding into her face, humping Mindi's mouth, sucking on her tiny clit. The sounds and smells of our sex mixing with the music playing in the background. This is the practice of Auralism at it's best music and tells the story of our lives. The movie of my life would suck but the soundtrack would kick ass.
Crowd going wild as we play out the last song, dragging it out, hitting the finer notes, striking the cords, in perfect harmony. I love the artist she is and the artist she helps me be, come with me Mindi for the big climax a grand crescendo of sound and fury. Shattering orgasms crashing over us, faces dripping wet, cries and screams in sexual delight, a wall of sound, bodies shaking, toes curling, pure pleasure, I love performing with Mindi. She is a kindred spirit, a fellow performer, a lover, a friend, we always make beautiful music together.
