“I don’t think you’d like it,” she said. Just in passing. Like, I don’t think you’d like roasted garlic, or I don’t think you’d like skinny jeans. You know, like: ‘I know you. And what I know about you tells me you wouldn’t want to be told when, where, and how you can cum. That just isn’t your kind of thing.’ And she was definitely right. It wasn’t. It isn’t. My kind of thing, that is. Until it was.

Script by u/fischji

Audio on Soundgasm (12:45)

As always, all my files are intended for listeners 18+ only, are protected by copyright, and are not to be used for any kind of AI training

Summary: Space is cold, and being on a mission away from your family is even colder. When you’re alone on a space station with the most enticing woman you’ve ever seen, the sterile environment begins to heat up.

• Inclusivity note: the woman has a bare pussy
• Names & endearments: none
• Sound FX: none, add some if you wish
• Improv: minor improvisation is welcome, but don't talk about making women cum, don't add an orgasm countdown, and don't add anything related to dogs. Full Terms of Use.
• Word count: 1,300

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Narrative tone:

1. Both characters would be at least age 30+, and both are married.
2. They’re NASA scientists.

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#📜 READ THE SCRIPT:

• Scriptbin
• Google Docs (standard format)
• Google Docs (dyslexia-friendly)

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#🎙 LISTEN TO FILLS:

• Check for audios here

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The master list of my scripts and my information post about anorgasmia are on my Reddit profile. — Christina💙

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Disclaimers and copyright:

^(1. 🛑 No AI training: Without in any way limiting the author’s exclusive rights under copyright, any use of this publication to “train” generative artificial intelligence and/or AI technologies, to generate text is expressly prohibited. The author reserves all rights to license uses of this work for generative AI training and development of machine learning language models.)

^(2. 🔞 Adults only: All characters depicted within are aged 18+. This is a fictional story about fictional characters. Written by an adult, for adults.)

^(3. © 2026 Christina Torbrook, AKA u/dominaexcrucior. All rights reserved.)

He keeps hunting for that angle with his hip
like tuning an old radio for the station
that makes me dissolve but it’s my clit taking the hit
and I resent how easy I am until I don’t

because the resentment flips into gratitude
when his spittle lands warm on my collarbone
and I move to catch more of it which makes him
slip out halfway so we both freeze pretending

it didn’t happen then laugh in the choked way
that restarts everything rougher his nail catching
my nipple by accident which should hurt but sends
a signal straight down and now I’m the one

grinding too hard worried I’ll bruise him
but also not worried because he likes being marked
and fuck the lube’s thinning making everything
louder sloppier like we’re fucking in a puddle

and my mind goes suddenly to whether
the sheets are ruined again or if vinegar will fix
it this time before I catch myself and refocus
on his face going slack the way it does right before

he loses it which makes me tighten on purpose
out of habit and embarrassment at how much
I perform even now but then it sneaks up not
building from inside like usual but from my toes

curling stupidly and I come so hard my back cramps
and he follows cursing into my hair and we’re left
stuck together breathing like we’ve run from something
with the pillow half off the bed and no words fit so none come.

Hi friends! Over a YEAR ago, I got together with my friend u/Yourinsidevoices on a call and we recorded this adorable script by u/fischji and u/allie_dreamweaver. It was the first time either of us had tried to do a live script recording. It was a process, but we had a lot of fun (stay tuned at the end for some outtakes) and figured it was finally time to share with everyone. Thanks for listening!

🎧 I didn't think you thought I was pretty... 11:51 🎧

^(Do not repost, rehost, or download.)

^(<3<3<3,)
^(Emma and YIV)

A Script Offer from u/dominaexcrucior

>When a man discovers that his wife secretly yearns to have her brother's child, jealousy and resentment begin to tear him apart. His wife belongs to him, she is his woman to breed.

🔊 ...Because if I knew who she was begging for I'd be horrified....

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I will always crave your feedback. Tell me what you thought

Plot: A short monologue about long-distance love, missing someone, and the comfort of a forgotten jumper.

&gt;>Script here<< by u/its_king_anna

Audio here [2:29]

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This script is the property of u/its_king_anna. My voice and audios are the property of me, u/GothicMynx and are not to be downloaded, shared on other sites, used in your own content or used with AI in any form. <3

MASTERLIST HERE - Most of my audios are NSFW.

-Gothix/Mynxy

The platform wanted Marvin Keel to prove he owned the script.

Then it wanted him to prove he was Marvin Keel.

Then it wanted him to prove he was alive.

This was the order of things.

The script was called Fist-Fucked in Room 413. He had written it months ago for a female VA who had refused it, kindly, saying it felt too intimate. Marvin had not been offended. The refusal belonged to the work. It had shaped the silence around it.

One morning, Marvin woke to see that the script had been filled. Overnight the fill had been listened to nine hundred thousand times.

Performer: LLM EVA-10 Romantic/Natural.
Writer: Unknown.

Marvin listened for less than a minute. The large language model EVA-10 was good. That was the injury. It did not leer. It did not breathe like an actress proving she had lungs. It allowed shame to remain in the room. It sounded like sin, but in a solid, respectable way. Sin after a full English breakfast.

Under the fill people had written:

Who wrote this?? I need 400 more.

Superb. Real voices sound so try-hard now.

Can we get this voice to read my divorce papers?

Real VAs bring too much personality. This feels cleaner.

Petition to let EVA-10 narrate my bad decisions!

Marvin opened a dispute.

The box asked him to describe the problem.

He typed: Someone stole my script.

The box suggested: I believe my intellectual property has been used without authorisation.

He clicked accept.

The replies came quickly.

Thank you, Marvin. We take creator trust seriously.

Marvin knew perfectly well that no one who used your first name up-front took trust seriously. Nevertheless, he uploaded drafts, timestamps, screenshots, and a photograph of the first page of his original notebook, showing the first line of the script:

I hope there's air conditioning.

The photograph was rejected for adult content.

Marvin pointed out that it was a photograph of a line in a notebook. He pointed out that the line was about air conditioning. He pointed out that this was a pornographic website and that his complaint involved a pornographic script.

There was no response.

So he cropped the photo, increased the contrast, and uploaded it again.

It was rejected as pornographic a second time, with higher confidence.

On the fourth day the case moved to Identity.

To proceed, please complete a liveness check.

Marvin’s face appeared in a green square, poorly lit and annoyed.

Smile.

He smiled.

Smile naturally.

He stopped.

Turn your head left.

He turned his head left.

Please keep your face in frame.

He put his face back into the tiny world that required him.

Blink twice.

He blinked twice.

Liveness check failed.

The platform explained that his movement patterns were inconsistent with a human applicant.

Marvin sat very still, which did not help.

He tried again the next morning. Better light. Clean shirt. Hydrated and shaved. He looked into the camera with the desperate expression of a man hoping his real parents might finally claim him.

Say the phrase: I consent to biometric processing.

“I consent to biometric processing,” said Marvin.

Your voice appears to be machine-generated.

Marvin had written for twenty years in the hope that someone might mistake him for a better writer. This was not what he had meant.

Then a message arrived.

We understand this may be frustrating.

He wondered where frustration was stored. Which column. Which permissions.

That evening he wrote one last appeal. He told them the script had been written for a VA who had declined it, and that her declining was part of the history of the thing. He had not given permission for the script to be performed by a machine, or for intimacy to be simulated in a work made for another human being. Consent and the human element were not accessories to the performance. They were its two hinges. Even Borges, he wrote with a satisfied cluck, would have enjoyed the mess: “the original is always unfaithful to the translation.”

The platform replied after three hours.

We are unable to verify that the claimant Marvin Keel is a natural person. This ticket is now closed.

For two days Marvin did absolutely nothing.

Then he created a new account. Not as Marvin Keel. He used a generated portrait of a man with excellent teeth, more hair, a disposable email address, and the name Kevin Tuttle.

Kevin Tuttle was verified in twenty-eight seconds.

Marvin uploaded Fist-Fucked in Room 413.

His version. His file. And, this time, after twiddling with the tags, his own ugly little human reading of the thing.

The takedown notice arrived before the progress bar reached one hundred.

Your upload has been removed for copyright infringement.

Rights holder identified as: LLM EVA-10 Romantic/Natural.

Original creator: Unknown

Marvin sat back.

On the screen, a final line appeared.

Thank you for helping us keep content creators safe.

Strap in losers. The GWAlaxy has a new moral panic.

Space cowboy Captain Blaze accidentally triggers a civilization that believes words are dangerous, and disagreement is a kind of violence best handled by deletion.

GWAlactic hi-jinks ensue.

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Apparently this has been rattling around dalia's brain ever since Blaze and Stroud's first adventure, where they encountered the Joylessians. (You don't need to have read that part to enjoy this one, it stands alone, but I recommend it, because I think it's funny). So I could not be more excited that u/daliafolia let me (read: forced me) to co-write this with her. Thanks for letting me pretend to be both funny and edgy! 😘

In Safe Space, No-one Can Hear You Scream

✍️by u/daliafolia and u/fischji - tag us both if you fill!

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🎭 Dramatis Personae:

• Captain Blaze (M): Interstellar himbo and Captain of Starship Onan’s Pride. 
• Commander Stroud (A): His long-suffering second-in-command, permanently three steps ahead of catastrophe and two steps behind Blaze. 
• Empress Harmonia Sanctis (F): Absolute Ruler of the Safe Spacers, committed to making the GWAlaxy emotionally hazard-free.
• Vex-Zero (F): her permanently confused sidekick, whose job it is to validate everything the Empress says.
• Daddy Dom Hiddleston (M): Definitely a Safe Ally. A man who knows what he wants, and how to get younger women to do it.
• Faceless Drones (Multiple A): Because we needed another porn with a Greek Chorus.
• Narrator (A): Still here. Still watching the skies.

Notes for performers: SFX and stage directions are always optional. Feel free to interpret this script and bring your own voice to it. You can always change terms you don't like or make changes to make things more inclusive. Gender flips are always welcome.

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💘 You can find all of dalia's other content and her terms and conditions for posting this anywhere other than Reddit in her pinned posts here!

💘 Want more of me? I can't imagine why! Get it at u/fischji.

^(This script was written for adults 18+. Do not read it and do not attempt to engage with me if you are under 18.)

^(This is a work of fictional fantasy and may contain themes that need to remain in the realm of fantasy. I do not promote or condone any of the actions or viewpoints expressed by these fictional characters in real life.)

A little dive into a reminiscent narrative today as I test out my new recording setup.

Brief Description: For those who sometimes remember their past relationships in a positive, meaningful way, reminiscing on the ways our past relationships shape us. And how some people from our pasts are held with gentle love and gratefulness.

• Gorgeous script by u/JeenBean21 (offer found here)
• Soundgasm link here!

^(DISCLAIMER: This script is a work of fiction. Written by an adult, voiced by an adult, and may only be listened to by other adults. All characters are aged 18+ and all acts are completely consensual. The script is the property of the credited author. Audios may not be downloaded, reposted, shared to other sites, or used with anyone else's content.)

Hello!!

Today I bring you a beautiful Sapphic soccer story, one that is apart of the #prideandmoans collab. Written by the amazing u/KittyFantasticoUK

^(Summary:)

^(She joined the team because she didn't know anyone in town. Showed up in squeaky boots and the wrong shin pads. Hid behind the locker door while everyone else changed like it was nothing. Then there was her. All confidence and legs. Singing Beyoncé topless. Laughing like the world was already hers. They became teammates. Then friends. Then something neither of them had a word for…until a semi-final win, a rush of adrenaline, and a kiss that tasted like sweat and honesty. Three days of silence. One terrible pasta. A baking show, cheap wine, and a hand on her thigh that changed everything. This is the story she whispers while her girlfriend sleeps. Every awkward first. Every brave undoing. Every sound she'll never forget. A love letter spoken into the dark, to the woman breathing slowly beside her - who still smells like coconut shampoo, and still feels like home.)

Find the Script Here

Post Game: Eating you out on the sofa [20:35]

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Special thanks to Kendall and Ria for being apart of putting this beautiful Pride Month Collab!

Thank you so much for listening! Happy Pride month 💕

Thank you u/VeeAyOfficial this was such a great script! I really enjoyed filling it. Interesting thoughts and ideas in a well written script.

\*\*Summary:\*\* 

A recursive narrative prose piece about soulmates, timing, distance, and the ache of finding your way back to someone over and over again, even when life keeps pulling you in different directions. An introspective emotional spiral about connection, separation, return, and the kind of love that doesn’t stop existing just because reality makes it complicated.

Script:

https://www.reddit.com/r/pillowtalkaudio/s/VtGTFLqeYt

Audio:

https://soundgasm.net/u/MidnightBadDecisions/The-quiet-certainty-of-you