Episode 11: Jade and the Magic Pussy

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Marcie Prohofsky hosts this hot evening of erotica at OneTaste Urban Retreat Center. Hold on tight to your genitals as you head behind thevelvet curtains for a stimulating ride with a community of orgasmic researchers in sexually liberated, Post New Age San Francisco. Marcie sets the tone for a scorching hot night with a teasing tale ofher first striptease. Yia shares a delicious piece about stroking cock during a male OM, guiding us on a sticky-sweet sensory journey. Astonished by the heat in her hands as she works them along the shaft of his cock, she revels in images and scents of melted marshmallow, caramel and cinnamon graham crackers, bringing us back to the days of summer camp crushes. Next up is George with a succinct and riveting poem about the jittery, nervous turn-on in his body as a woman approaches him. He describes the moment where he drops into the sensation: "...my roots grow into her earth, savoring the ground." Ken rounds up the night, recounting his run-in with a magical pussy named Jade.

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"Jade and the Magic Pussy"

Announcer: This program brought to you by PersonaLifeMedia.com is suitable for mature audiences only, and may contain explicit sexual information.

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Marcie Prohofsky:  My name is Marcie Prohofsky and I want to welcome all of you to tonight’s Erotic Open Mic.  This is a show called The Taste of Sex, Erotic Poetry Readings and Letters to my Pussy.  And it is a collaboration with Personal Life Media and their website is personallifemedia.com.  Our website onetastesf.com.  And tonight’s material will get edited into a final product, into a podcast that is available online.  So, you can go to their website personallifemedia or you can go to iTunes and put in “sex” and “podcast” and you will find us there.

George La: She comes in and I find myself talking a mile a minute, word after word flushing out all the sensation, dodging the titillation, wanting to hide in the speed of things, moving so fast that all I feel is the blur hiding out from the appreciation, mind writing ten stories, I don’t speak, all ending happily ever after.  All eyes the critique response.

Yia: Friday night, I stripped for the first time in front of an audience.  OK, we have to clarify [laughs], we have to clarify these things.  Yeah, I have been wanting to strip for the longest time since I was a little girl and we go to strip clubs and check it out.  And find out when the amateur night was and then I would chicken out and then a couple of years would pass and I’d do the same thing and drag a girlfriend and we go to a strip club at night, ask about amateur night and I’d always chicken out.  So, a friend of mine, this whacky artist, she stripped for this art gallery in the mission called The Lab for this auction fundraiser that they have and they get local designers to donate their clothing and they get people who aren’t professional strippers to strip these outfits as they auction them off.  So, they are auctioning the clothes off of my body, so I had a really good time and I did it and it was really great and Kim was there and …

Woman 1: [inaudible] a proud mother.

Yia: Who else was there, she was a proud mother, she was there in the audience.

Woman 1: [inaudible].

Yia: Bright eyed, bushy tail, very proud like I just graduated from first grade.

Marcie Prohofsky: All right, this is David.  He is one of the newest additions to our family here and he has got two pieces, one is called Smart Art and it about the Dualism of Passion.  And the other is Kindness Counts Healing His Past.  David you are ready?

David B: Yeah.

Marcie Prohofsky:  All right.

David B: Wind is big, trees are small, do they have love each in intimate relationship.  Grass blades bending over at night to keep the earth warm having compassion for their roots and a daily wave that sweeps across the earth chasing the sun.  Hands on your inner thighs, not mine.  Waves rush through you.  Orgasm in my spine.  Happiness fills me.  Planets create weather.  The leaves use people as hosts.  Cars have auras [sp].  Breasts have milk in them that is food in a body.  A river flows through it all.  An empty fullness pervades.  Beings suffer immeasurably from me in their ignorance and I for other beings in my ignorance.  I pleasure myself.  Butts, breasts, hair, lips rush through my mind, tieing her hands, spanking, grabbing, pinching, twisting her flesh.  Burying my face in her, I dream about holding her in all the wisdom, love and warmth I can, I dream about.  Then orgasm happens.  Inner and outer explosions.  Tens of thousands of sperm die.  They want to be happy just like me.  They don’t want to suffer just like me.  I flush them down the toilet in a roll of toilet paper.  I pray they’d go to the 33rd Buddik Heavens [sp].  I pray now may all beings be happy and free from suffering.  Nothing matters.  In its critical importance, the evolving universe will fall apart through de-evolution.  Big Bang theories happened before the last one and before those ones too.  I make Smart Art that is stupid.  Tattoos and piercings are unity within permanence.  That is smart.

The wind that touches my skin is female.  She covers the whole earth.  She loves me intensely.  My nipples get hard.  My hair on my skin stands on top of goose bumps.  I feel the presence of my beautiful cock against my pants.  I feel sexy.  I feel the healing love in my lower shockers.  I am breathing.  I create smart art that is stupid.  Energy shoots down through my body down to my feet and out covering the whole earth.  In an energy matrix, I walk the earth one step at a time.  I create smart art that is stupid.

[Applause].

Marcie Prohofsky:  These are two pieces from Yia.  First is Marshmallow and it is about memories that are invoked and the second piece is Hail and it is about an home [sp] session.  And how many of you are aware of what homing [sp] is out there in the world?

[Pause].

Marcie Prohofsky:  Ah, she does know.  So, this is a practice that we do here for those of you that aren’t yet aware of it.  And what happens is a woman’s clitoris is stroked for 15 minutes.  It is the upper left hand quadrant of her clitoris, up-down, up-down, up-down for 15 enduring, wild, telling, adventuresome minutes.  And, Yia, she will let us know how Hail and homes [sp] come together.

Yia:  So, both of these pieces were written through a journaling session that we do here every morning with journaling with Judy.  It is erotic journaling and basically she takes you through this journey of feeling your body and going back to the moment when something happened and a sensation comes out or a memory comes out.  So, both of these were from that.  The first one is called Marshmallows. 

He lies down, his pants wrapped around his ankle.  I tell him in a condescending tone to take it all the way off and it carries with it the judgment of him being sloppy.  Looking back at the charge, I notice I did it to keep from feeling intimate with him, my judgment of him wanting this and hating him for it keeps me from feeling his vulnerability lying down to a woman, to me.  And surrendering his limbic system over to another, over to me.  I cringed at the responsibility and make it all about him and that it is his get-off.  But I know it is as much his as it is mine.  I begrudgingly stroke him up-down, up-down, my mind floating around in thoughts of the day before of people, of stories.  He is hard in my hand and I am oblivious to when it happened.  He is lying still and moving and moaning, silent.  I am swimming in my head hating him for not getting off.  I am wasting my time.  I should get up and leave.  I shouldn’t even have said yes to him.  I could be showering by now etcetera, etcetera, my mind rows off.  I bring my awareness back to his cock, taking in a visual observation, noticing the thick bulge of skin lining the underside of his cock, the deeper wine color of the head.  He is slick, sliding up and down the grip of my left hand and my right cupping his balls.  My stroking hands starts to burn.  Wow, where did that come from, when did it happen?  I focus on the burning of my hand and it feels like warm melted marshmallow lazingly turning over and over toasting above shimmering charcoal.  My nose pick up the smell of lightly burnt caramel dripping down to cinnamon gram crackers infused with the sweetness of toasty marshmallow.  A slight hug jolts him on the left side of my stomach and pulls it out towards his cock, then the ripples and tiny waves down to my pussy.

The second one is called Hail and this is a Home [sp] session that I had.

I am swimming in a chaotic thunder of voices loud between my ears, split-second images zap past me, unable to grab on to any coherent picture or thoughts.  I follow the thudding down to my clits.  His finger is stroking up, up, up.  No contact on the down from pressure and I feel warm pounding ring thudding against my body.  A screen comes up before my eyes.  I am in 6th grade again hanging out after school with my gang of friends.  We are playing tetherball beneath the gloomy overcast sky.  Out of nowhere hail starts pouring down on us, little balls of hail hitting me across my face.  We look at each other, I run for cover.  Snowwwww we scream.  Obviously, it was the first time any one of us has experienced hail mistaking it for snow.  I look out to the playground and it starts to cover up with tiny balls of cold solid water.  I remember the light pounding of hail on my face and body leaving behind trails of sparks as the hail bounces off my face.  I come back to the thudding, down on my clit.  Each stroke pounding its way and to my clit, each stroke pounding its way up to my chest and opening my heart to these childhood memories and sensations.  Thank you.

[Applause]

Marcie Prohofsky:  So, during these home [sp] sessions, all of a sudden you get these bursts of am amazing image that obviously can take you anywhere.  And the journaling that we do of the questions, they are just like simple lead-ins to an extraordinary burst of storytelling and sensation.  And actually people out there who are listening to this program, you can actually go to our website and log-in to our chat board.  So if you go to onetastesf.com and then join our chat board, you can actually see what these journal questions are, write a piece and then post it and become part of the thread of pieces that are written and it is really quite interesting to see just what one question, the diversity of responses we can get.  So, George, you are up for it?  He is up for it.  So, this is a piece called Soft Landing and it is Surrendering to the Sensation.

George La: Soft Landing, Surrendering to the Sensation.  She comes in and I find myself talking a mile a minute, word after word flushing out all the sensation, dodging the titillation, wanting to hide in the speed of things, moving so fast that all I feel is the blur hiding out from the appreciation, mind writing ten stories, I don’t speak, all ending happily ever after.  All eyes the critique response.  And then she notices my fingers, moving quickly, doing nothing and I finally feel her.  My body stops fidgeting.  And my roots grow into her earth savoring the ground.

[Applause].

Marcie Prohofsky:  All right, Ken, it is due.  OK.  A piece called Jade, about a magical pussy.

Ken I: So I will take you on a journey of some sensations I had.  A journal entry in progress.  So, I am there in the dark feeling a little alone.  And she passes by, the dark hair around her shoulders.  Something about the five senses are always awakening me.  I see her and my eyes are stimulated, my cock gets hard.  I hear her voice, her laugh.  My cock gets hard.  I smell the fragrance of whatever scent she is wearing and my cock gets hard.  OK, wait a minute, is this a story about my cock getting hard?  She makes an invitation, “You want to sleep with me?”  Oh my God, Yes! I try not to scream.  And we lay there and I feel her and I feel her heartbeat and time stands still for a moment.  And I can feel the heat of her pussy.  And I feel alive.  And I wonder if this is magic.  A magical pussy.

[Applause]

Marcie Prohofsky:  So, you have had a full experience ah?  Now you believe, we don’t just write it, we live it.  I want to thank you for tuning in.  This radio show has been brought to you by OneTaste Irvine Retreat Center in San Francisco and Personal Life Media.  To contact us, please send us an email at [email protected].  You can also find out more information by going to personallifemedia.com or check us out at onetastesf.com.  Thanks so much.  Thanks for staying tuned in and thanks most of all for staying turned on.

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