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beachbaby179 said:
Read anything that suits you! I jumpstarted it with themes, just to give people ideas. But please. Go right ahead!
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Thank you :rose:

I have a few permission slips sent out to read some Lit authors works aloud and will use this thread for that. I’d encourage others to do so as well. Keeping it in house as they say when promoting someone for their good work.

FF
 
Thanks Bambi , that took courage to put yourself out there reading aloud. It’s almost like public speaking , very frightening to a lot of people. :rose: I’m sure lots of people enjoyed it.

I’m still waiting for a few permission slips to be e-signed before trying one myself. If anyone that writes that has a short story that a male voice would project well with their words. Please do send me a PM or post the words here to be read aloud.
 
Rainshine said:
I’m on board to read something.
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Cool beans , just to hear words.

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1478892

Might I suggest starting at the first page when the thread was first made. Or as a starting point find the A and first word posted from there as the starting point. Reading a full alphabet of words or until you decide you’ve read enough.

Personally I’d read the alphabetical words only that are posted. But make the reading your own.

Or not and find another one. :rose:
 
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Rainshine said:
Jeepers. That sounds like a sleep inducing listen. 😂
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The writer that I read her poem writes in a style that my voice wouldn’t project the material as well as a woman’s voice would. She has given permission for her material to be read aloud.

Give me a second and I’ll find something for you to consider.


Anyone of her stories , self care and blurred lines would be interesting to hear aloud. Or I want the dick , that poem would be delicious read aloud.

https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5238034&page=submissions
 
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https://voca.ro/1ctjJsZo8ccs

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It’s not my words. I’m reading something that a voice actor might have to figure out the character before the audiobook or audio short story is made. It’s voice fluff if you will.
 
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Rainshine said:
Jesus. Strip away the incest and alien species this story request could be my life. 😂
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I always struggle saying incest when it’s in the draft I’m reading. But to void or avoid it isn’t being true to the authors words.

To me that’s important, being true to the written words when reading something aloud.
 
Tommy O’Brien always looked forward to his last class of the day. It was Creative Writing with Miss Castro. He was a bit of a bookworm, and had dreams of making it as a writer someday, so this particular senior-year elective was a no-brainer for him. As the school year was coming to a close, the class was pretty well focused on their final projects, a 5000 word short story of their own design.

Tommy loved to write, and his story was nearly finished. He couldn’t wait to show Miss Castro his most recent draft and get her feedback. He was quite smitten with the voluptuous latina instructor, after all, but so were half the guys in school! She was gorgeous, to say the least, and he’d spent many nights fantasizing about her.

Not that anything would ever happen, of course...

Selina Castro loved having the chance to encourage the artistic growth of the students in her Creative Writing class. It wasn’t always an easy endeavor, but the rewards of teaching far outweighed any difficulties she encountered once she was able to nurture a fledgling talent to maturity. Every now and then, in her archive of largely decent stories, she discovered a diamond in the rough. Tommy O’Brien was a student capable of producing such a story. His work was enjoyable, complex, and typically unpredictable; she often found herself immersed in his pages while in bed, dissatisfied that there weren’t more to read.

Perched at the front of her desk, Selina smiled as she surveyed her students hard at work on their assignment. Long, dark hair framed her pretty face as she scanned the room for any signs that someone might need help. When she spotted Tommy, her gaze lingered on the young man and she crossed her shapely legs, curious how his work was developing.

Tommy sat there in his desk, pen in hand, poring over the printed pages of his story, searching for any grammatical errors, wondering if certain sentences could be reworded to be more succinct, digging for better adjectives. Generally, he was happy with this particular tale.

He glanced up, and saw Miss Castro’s eyes on him. For a moment, they locked. Tommy’s heart thumped hard in his chest. He gulped. His eyes strayed up and down her sexy, curvy figure, in spite of her modest attire. He blinked. Did she just see him check her out? His face flushed red. Oh shit oh shit oh

Selina curved her manicured fingertips around the ledge of her desk, gently kneading the glossy wood finish, her chest swelling beneath her blouse when Tommy looked up to meet her almond-hued eyes. She pressed her lips together tightly in an effort to stifle her grin from growing further. Teachers weren’t supposed to have favorites. But she did, and he was hers. Each class, Selina became more attracted to her pupil’s mind and as much as she tried to banish the feeling, the attraction was growing, morphing into something somewhat inappropriate. Pushing off the desk, Selina casually made her way down the center aisle of the classroom. Her black pumps clicked against the old tile as she approached Tommy’s desk. She couldn’t help herself; she had to see what he was writing.

Idling beside the talented young man, Selina leaned down to peek over his shoulder at his pages.

“How are you doing, Tommy?”


https://vocaroo.com/
 
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https://voca.ro/1lp8yS5kNsTB. #292

The comma’s really confused my brain this morning. Brain , eyes , voice all not running at the same pace . But that’s the beauty of cold reading.
It’s real.
 
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personally I’d like to hear a woman’s voice reading it or a raspy one male or female



Prior to even opening the shipping container's lid, Sara already had a pretty good idea of what the artifact was going to look like. The shipping brief contained photos from the dig site as well as measurements. However, she found that the photos and write ups in shipping briefs rarely compared to the experience of actually holding these unimaginably valuable relics in her own two hands.

Peeling back the egg foam packaging she saw the small earthen clay jar. It was about the size of a grapefruit and appeared to be shaped as some kind of fertility symbol. It was a curvaceous full figure of a naked woman with a sealed wax-like lid covering the opening at the top. She gingerly scooped it out and turned it over in her gloved hand. It definitely had a good weight to it.

It was her job to prep and catalog all the artifacts before they were handed off to the other research teams for scanning and analyzing. Weighing it, Sara checked it over for any visible signs of damage that may have occurred during shipping. Everything appeared to match the records as she ran down the list checking them off one by one.

Finally ready to put the vessel back into the shipping container, Sara noticed there was something different about the seal. Having already reviewed this part of the artifact she could have sworn there was a new crack forming along the seal which hadn't been there a moment ago. She lifted it a bit closer, examining it gently with her finger.

Pulling her finger away, Sara caught the faintest hint of a unique, sweet scent. She couldn't quite place it, but it felt somehow familiar. It was there for only a moment. Whatever the scent was she felt her mouth begin to water and a tingle ran down her spine.

To her surprise, the crack began expanding and, suddenly, a milky substance shot out spraying across her face and neckline. She stood motionless, completed shocked for a moment, not quite sure which protocol to follow. She gently placed the vessel back into the shipping container and immediately went to a cleaning station.

It was clear that the hint of aroma she smelled earlier came from the substance of that vessel. It was incredibly strong now and the aroma filled the room. She gingerly wiped her face with a damp cloth. After rinsing and repeating the cleaning process a few more times she felt confident she'd cleaned any remnants of the splatter off; though, the rich scent still lingered in the room.

She returned to the vessel and examined it a bit more carefully now.


recording cut off

The pressure was clearly been vented and the lid had fully closed sealing the crack so that it was no longer visible.
 
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