Audio, Anyone?

[matriarch]

LOL! There were an oooarrrr, but I couldn't none more 'an 'at (was laughing too much. ).

Shall I?

 

[Guest]

Shall I?

Yes!

 

[matriarch]

Yes!

Oh hell, what have I done.
I need a script.
I'll see what I can find.

Later.

(This is classic diversion tactics from writing, you do realise that, don't you ????????)

Mat.

 

[oggbashan]

Lovely, Og. Well done!

Not quite sure what to make of some of it, though.

Lou

Robert Service's verse is about what happens after mine.

'The Lady Known As Lou' finds her true love, Dangerous Dan McGrew, and presumably survives his audit. I wonder how?

Og

 

[ABSTRUSE]

sigh

OK, I have a beautiful woman manoevring through my computer as we speak. (kind of kinky in a weird way )She WILL figure out this problem.

Well if you leave her alone she can get something done.

I'm envisioning a computer powered by squirrels running on a wheel.

 

[doormouse]

OMG

Here it is again in Middle English.

Og

Edited: Didn't work. Apparently I can't post it again. I'll try to post a link back to it.

Link, I hope:

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?s=&postid=9857946

Og

Oggi Oggi Oggi Oi Oi Oi!!!!!

You rock!!!!

God I love your voice.... going back for seconds LOL

Damn!! (Okay containing sexual urges here REAL hard!!!!!)

 

[oggbashan]

Tonight I'll try to record some Shakespeare and also attempt to persuade my wife to record something in her 'upper-class' accent.

No promises. I'm having trouble with the microphone (and the wife is tired after looking after daughter's dogs for a week).

Og

 

[oggbashan]

Or perhaps I'll try to record this just to show that it is possible:

How NOT to do it...
The roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities than any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy.

"He's lit my fire" she said to herself.

Og

 

[doormouse]

Dumb question, sorry.

Do you guys who have sigs and things turned off see twelve pages on here already?

This thread rocks LOL

I love hearing you guys!!!!

(Okay, off to check up Aussie lingo for my nexscht one)

 

[EmeraldKitten]

Morning! Yay new voices! lol.

*Running off to download the new ones*

~K

 

[matriarch]

Dumb question, sorry.

Do you guys who have sigs and things turned off see twelve pages on here already?

This thread rocks LOL

I love hearing you guys!!!!

(Okay, off to check up Aussie lingo for my nexscht one)

Yup
I have all the sigs turned off, and its still at 12 pages.

 

[CharleyH]

FINALLY I CAN HEAR EVERYONE!!!!



You UKers all sound alike . . . Sexy! Well, except Ogg who's voice is sexy in a Barry White kind of way.

Loved hearing everyone. For some reason I thought DM would sound very different, but, having visions of Nicole Kidman in my head, I am definately NOT complaining.

I am so suseptible to "y'all", that I am glad I dont hang out with Cloudy everyday LOL - I'd start saying it too Great to hear you

Perdita is as luscious as always. Remec, well . CD I expected to have a heavier accent, Carl reminded me of listening to Euro on BBC. Tolyk was softer than anticipated, but damn Canadian sterotypical god damn stupid Doug and Bob McKenzie wannabe LOL - joking

Dranoal and Debbie ROFL

Waiting for the rest now.

 

[matriarch]

Or perhaps I'll try to record this just to show that it is possible:

How NOT to do it...
The roseate Sun, Phoebus’ orb, was glinting in the puddles and dappling the fallen leaves of the ancient forest as Joan made her way along the footpath leading from her rustic rose-entwined cottage, so beloved of tourists and her infrequent visitors from the city who left as soon as they reasonably could because the cottage lacked the basic amenities than any twenty-first century city dweller expected as of right such as satellite television and even running hot and cold water, both of which were unavailable, towards the steeple crowned hill on which the Parish Church sat as it had done for more than a thousand years surveying the expanding and contracting village in the valley beneath and perhaps regretting the earlier centuries when it had been filled to capacity by local residents each in their proper place and order according to the standards of the time, but Joan diverted from the direct route to the Church at a junction and was now heading in the direction of the Evening Star, the planet Venus known as Aphrodite to the Greeks but whether Greek or Roman was the personification of sexual desire, which sexual desire Joan was expecting to assuage once she reached her destination but in the meantime she was diverted by the interplay of light and shade from the evening sun as it sank lower on the horizon turning the landscape to a darkening ruddy hue which darkened further as she walked wondering whether she would reach her destination and assignation before Phoebus’ chariot had passed beyond her view but even if she did not her path was clear because she was accustomed to walking in the direction of the Evening Star every evening that she had free from her avocation of breeder of large and hairy dogs that bore a faint resemblance to The Hound of The Baskervilles and at times she would take one of the so-called breed with her on her perambulation which would certainly deter any evil minded loiterers upon her way but unfortunately also frequently prevented the consummation of her assignation by refusing to leave her side and repulsing her intended with ferocious barking and frenzied attacks barely held in check by the strong leash essential for such savage dogs but this time she was without a canine companion and therefore she hoped that the consummation would be forthcoming without let or hindrance as she continued to walk alongside the nearly dark woodlands before emerging on a slight eminence whence she could see her goal of another rose-entwined cottage from the chimney of which a wisp of smoke was arising promising warmth in both the physical, mental and sexual encounter which Joan would shortly enjoy.

"He's lit my fire" she said to herself.

Og

Oh yes, Og. You HAVE to record that..........loved it, but got very out of breath reading it.....even in my head. How wierd is that?

Mat

 

[Guest]

Robert Service's verse is about what happens after mine.

'The Lady Known As Lou' finds her true love, Dangerous Dan McGrew, and presumably survives his audit. I wonder how?

Og

Ah, I see! Yeah, it makes more sense to me now.

Lou

 

[Guest]

Tonight I'll try to record some Shakespeare and also attempt to persuade my wife to record something in her 'upper-class' accent.

No promises. I'm having trouble with the microphone (and the wife is tired after looking after daughter's dogs for a week).

Og

Cool.

I think I'll do some Pam Ayres. Yes, I can do her. Might have to wait until a bit later, but I'll give it a go.

Lou

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Awww... but look now! A cute wittle puppy!

Your puppy looks a little like my puppy only mine has a little white beard now and she's fat and sleeps a lot, poor old thing.


I'm swooning over Charley's voice, not really, I've heard it before...lol.

 

[EmeraldKitten]

Lou~ OOOh! I finally got one to download. Your voice is fun, lol, and you've got a great laugh.

Doormouse~ It didn't sound like clenched teeth, don't be silly. That was adorable.

Mat~ *moan* You oughta record all your poems. I mean it.

Charley~ Yours is awesome too, lol. I'm not sure your voice is what I thought it'd be, hehe.

Yay!!
~K

 

[doormouse]

Lou, I sent you another file (last one I promise LOL).

We seriously need to set up a site if we want to keep this thread open.

In this new one I can even hear my own accent.. scary LOL

 

[Guest]

Lou, I sent you another file (last one I promise LOL).

We seriously need to set up a site if we want to keep this thread open.

In this new one I can even hear my own accent.. scary LOL

Ok, cool, I'll upload it in a mo.

To do this an actual site isn't necessarry, just webspace. Luckily I've got 1.5 Gig in total, and am currently only using 83.5 Meg. Also, very luckily, I have a monthly bandwidth allocation of 10 Gig!!! This month so far only 500 meg has been transfered from my site. I really have got plenty of room left.

Lou

 

[English Lady]

So here is me...completely unscripted (I am sure you'll be able to tell) sounding like me...though i do still have a bit of a snuffle form my recent cold *L*


English Lady Speaks (nonsense)

 

[English Lady]

If space becomes a problem I can host too..my husband has more server space than he knows what to do with *L*

 

[Guest]

So here is me...completely unscripted (I am sure you'll be able to tell) sounding like me...though i do still have a bit of a snuffle form my recent cold *L*


English Lady Speaks (nonsense)

Very cool!

Your accent is pretty subtle, more subtle than I thought it would be, actually! You sound very happy and bubbly - loved it!

Lou

 

[EmeraldKitten]

So here is me...completely unscripted (I am sure you'll be able to tell) sounding like me...though i do still have a bit of a snuffle form my recent cold *L*


English Lady Speaks (nonsense)

Too cute! I agree with Lou, very bubbly! lol.
I can't tell a difference in accents. They all sound the same to me.
(Course, that's probably because I sound like I live down in a hollar.. LMFAO)

~K

 

[matriarch]

Ok, cool, I'll upload it in a mo.

To do this an actual site isn't necessarry, just webspace. Luckily I've got 1.5 Gig in total, and am currently only using 83.5 Meg. Also, very luckily, I have a monthly bandwidth allocation of 10 Gig!!! This month so far only 500 meg has been transfered from my site. I really have got plenty of room left.

Lou

I do not have the faintest idea of what you speak. Techno-babble.
I'm just happy you know what you are doing.

Mat

 

[English Lady]

Thank you Lou and Kitten


I was brought up near manchester and now live near liverpool yet my accent doesn't really sound like either of those strong accents. I have a Stockonian accent (I was brought up in Stockport) I can notice the accent in others but it is very subtle!


I will add something else at later date..i dunno what yet...I could have a go at scouse *chuckles* Or get my hubby to do his scouse accent for you all!