An acousticophile is a person who is sexually aroused by sound. This is just about the raddest thing on the planet. Really, we’re all acousticophiles. Who isn’t aroused by the sound someone else makes while in bed (or even, perhaps, the sound you make?). This could also include various accents, specific songs or instrumentals, certain noises people or inanimate objects make (perhaps the dripping of the tap gets you in the mood, or the sound of the shower running….or maybe the sound of your lover chopping wood, or the fire crackling. Or the sound of hot aliens rubbing up against each other with their freaky robot alien parts.).
I don’t know many people who get turned on by silence. I think most people are auditory (except those who are deaf, obviously, but I’m guessing that there are noises deaf people can sense, even if they can’t hear them. Like beats through the floor or something.), and like to hear sounds and get turned on by sounds. One could also easily get turned off by sound, like your dad leaving a message on your machine while you’re getting it on with your lover, or your cat throwing up on your sofa in the next room but loud enough for you to hear it. But, for the most part, what we hear can easily be enough to get most of us going.
Music doesn’t really turn me on myself, but I can see how others would. Especially when it’s an intense song with a crazy climax and all the instruments are getting deeper and more entrenched in the music. I had a friend who couldn’t get off unless he spent the first twenty minutes of foreplay listening to Hawksley Workman. There’s a dude who radiates sex and sexuality from his very being. Another friend of mind use to get all gooey at the mere mention of Beethoven’s 5th, but she was a violinist so I don’t know if that really counts.
1. I’m an acousticophile. My best friend plays the French Horn and sometimes I feel like I’m falling in love with her because my knees get all week and start vibrating and I start to shake and once, when I was at one of her concerts and she was playing a solo, I had an orgasm, right in the middle of the concert theatre. Nobody noticed, but I had to excuse myself to go to the ladies room right after. Now I know it’s just about sex, but there was a time where I thought I was a lesbian. But when my boyfriend borrows my friend’s French Horn, I can’t help myself. I have to jump him.
2. It’s difficult because I hate having to live in complete silence, but I have to. I mean, I’m okay with the sound my fingers make when I’m typing an email, but anyone’s voice just puts me over the edge and I get an erection, just like that. It’s been especially horrible at family events. Plus I have a huge cock, which doesn’t help. My therapist told me I’m an acousticophile. I’m breaking the sound barrier with my dick.
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