Erotica with Vivia Volupta

Oren came home. Foust invited me in.  And in one second, nothing was the same.  What happens when time stands still, but desire doesn’t? Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/erotica-with-vivia-volupta--5810514/support .

He’s been starving for touch for six long years. She’s the only guard who still believes he’s innocent. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/erotica-with-vivia-volupta--5810514/support .

Hey lover… Vivia Volupta here, your erotic cult leader, certified hypersensual hypnotist, self-proclaimed sex sorceress, and emotional exorcist for those still haunted by “the one that fcked them up.” In this episode, we’re diving headfirst into the male trauma vortex — a.k.a. what happens when a man gets wrecked by a wild woman with good p*ssy and unhealed rage... and never emotionally recovers....

I thought I was building a home, new beds, new curtains, new lies to keep a wasteland boy close. But he locked his door. And a stranger in a perfect suit paid me to film myself sipping a drink at a bar, in the name of exquisite data. One week of silence. One night of surrender. And a whisper in the dark that changed everything. I became the House Sub. Owned. Shared. And loving every filthy second....

New registration. New keys. New cult pulling at the man sleeping in the next room. I gave a wasteland stray a home, a name, and my bed. He gave me sweetness… until he found something that felt more like salvation. Meanwhile, a stranger in a perfect suit paid me a fortune for a cake walk gig. Some doors open easy. Others lock from the inside. The city keeps dealing new hands. I’m still playing them...

I finally start using the time device… and learn it’s a lot smarter than I am. At the same time, my life gets complicated by Oren Pike — a courier and an outsider, but somehow ends up beside me anyway. I ride along on his gig. He tags along on mine. Turns out, closeness is its own kind of risk. And just when I think I can breathe again, Kael shows up with Evelyn — self-righteous as ever. I’m not r...

I thought one night as bait would buy me time. Instead, I sold a piece of myself to the devil in a mask. He knew my name before I begged. And now the city knows I can be bought. But the price was worth it. The credits are burning a hole in my pocket. The taste of him is burning hotter. And the promise of next Friday… is the only thing keeping me from jumping timelines tonight. Become a supporter o...

I thought being worshipped for three straight days would glue my shattered heart back together. I was wrong. The twins gave me everything I’d been starving for—endless, perfect, blissful devotion. Until jealousy turned their pleasure and prayers into punishment. One knock from the devil changed everything. One rescue from the saint shattered it all. The city’s closing in. Become a supporter of thi...

Come closer, baby. Let me take you on a little tour of my city. Nine districts locked inside the wall, the Veins slithering underneath like the blood in my own veins. Some places will make you come so hard you forget your name. Others will make you bleed just for breathing. All of them want a piece of me.  This is my playground.  And tonight… I’m showing you around.  Get lost with me. …aha ha… oh...

Come closer, baby. Let me take you on a little tour of my city. Nine districts locked inside the wall, the Veins slithering underneath like the blood in my own veins. Some places will make you come so hard you forget your name. Others will make you bleed just for breathing. All of them want a piece of me.  This is my playground.  And tonight… I’m showing you around.  Get lost with me. …aha ha… oh...

I thought the saint was finally ready to sin. His ex knocked. I walked out. The monk twins were waiting. Three days of silk, incense, and endless worship. No back door. Everything else was theirs. He found me thirty seconds too late. Now the cathedral doors are locked from the inside. And this goldfish just found God. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/erotica-wit...

Indulgent, sensual manifestation meditation that fuses deep pleasure with unstoppable wealth energy. Lie back, breathe in the scent of money, and let waves of luxurious desire pull millions straight into your reality. Erotic and empowering, designed to leave you glowing, magnetic, and deliciously rich. Perfect for nighttime or whenever you’re ready to claim your fortune. Become a supporter of this...

Indulgent, sensual manifestation meditation that fuses deep pleasure with unstoppable wealth energy. Lie back, breathe in the scent of money, and let waves of luxurious desire pull millions straight into your reality. Erotic and empowering, designed to leave you glowing, magnetic, and deliciously rich. Perfect for nighttime or whenever you’re ready to claim your fortune. Become a supporter of this...

Tonight the city came for my heart (literally). Tonight a saint with bloody hands saved it, then refused to touch the rest of me. Tonight I closed a 10 million credit case in nothing but my boots and a trench coat. I’m Raven Saint Valentine. Au Naturale and unrepentant. And the only thing still beating in this city that can’t be bought, stolen, or carved out. Case closed. Still unhinged...  except...

Cyberpunk noir soaked in sex and neon. Raven Saint Valentine: unmodded, untouchable, and the last woman in the sprawl with a real heartbeat. She hunts missing souls, stolen memories, and lovers carved up for parts, all while the city tries to buy, cut out, or fuck the one thing she’ll never sell: her heart. Tonight the Bone Market put a price on it. Tonight a saint and a devil both decided they wa...

Cyberpunk noir soaked in sex and neon. Raven Saint Valentine: unmodded, untouchable, and the last woman in the sprawl with a real heartbeat. She hunts missing souls, stolen memories, and lovers carved up for parts, all while the city tries to buy, cut out, or fuck the one thing she’ll never sell: her heart. Tonight the Bone Market put a price on it. Tonight a saint and a devil both decided they wa...

The year is 1887. Dr. Gabriel Harrow is respected by day (Harley Street physician, specialist in “female nervous disorders”). By night, in a locked consulting room lit only by gaslight and a single crimson lamp, he induces trance in his most desperate patients…and then, with their full hypnotic consent, uses his mouth to bring the release that medicine cannot. His private diaries record every sigh...

He just got home from war with the noise still living in his head. All he wants is one gentle date with a soft, patient woman who feels like coming home. One honest conversation about the only thing that finally silences the chaos. Six hours later he’s on his knees, tears on his face, begging to stay exactly where the world goes quiet. She answers with an open heart. A raw, redemptive night of dee...

In the shadowy aisles of a massive warehouse, two night-shift rebels break every rule in the employee handbook. ​​​​​​​Together they redefine the meaning of NSFW. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/erotica-with-vivia-volupta--5810514/support .

Close your eyes and sink into the snow-dusted village of Willow Hollow, where one man has become the most treasured secret of every woman in town. You are the gentle, patient comfort-giver who travels house to house with warm boots and an even warmer mouth. No expectations. No hurry. Just strong arms, soft flannel, and the slow, reverent comfort they have quietly craved for years. This is a long,...

This erotic-metaphysical hypnosis session is specifically engineered to turn lucid dreaming into a nightly temple of the most intense, reality-shattering sexual rituals you have ever experienced. From tonight forward, the moment you realize you are dreaming, your dream body instantly becomes flooded with hyper-lucid sexual fire. You will summon lovers (human, archetypal, divine, alien, or pure ene...

A slow-burning, erotic hygge fantasy. Thick blankets, crackling fire, soft touches that melt the snow away. Intimate, inclusive, and deliciously unhurried—perfect for headphones and low light. Lie back, close your eyes, and let the warmth take you. Endlessly replayable. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/erotica-with-vivia-volupta--5810514/support .

This steamy fantasy is a slow-burn descent into heat, heart, and hunger — a sensual escape where two people finally stop resisting what’s been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Step inside the steam. Let it take you. This time… Pauline isn’t the only one losing herself in the haze. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/erotica-with-vivia-volupta--581051...

In Part 4: Too Strange to Believe, the game stops pretending to be a game. First comes the stunt: a performance built around a fantasy Nova never said out loud—two versions of the same man and nowhere left to hide from what she really wants. It should be just another night on display, but afterward, the rewards feel different. Heavier. Almost… ceremonial. In the epic finale, Nova and Quade have a...

In Part 3: The Love Lottery, the “meet-cute” starts to look more like a setup. Nova’s back in the code, tracing patterns she was never meant to see. The station’s VR archives. Connection scores. Old session logs. Little hints that their long-distance fling might not have been as random as it felt. Lovers like NovaNerdette and QuantumCowboy don’t just drift together—they get noticed. Meanwhile, Qua...