Episode 7: Women Want Sex

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Marcie Prohofsky hosts this hot evening of erotica at OneTaste™ Urban Retreat Center, an innovative laboratory researching connection in San Francisco’s South of Market Neighborhood. Hold on tight to your genitals as you head behind the velvet curtains for a stimulating ride with a community of orgasmic researchers in the sexually liberated, Post New Age world. In typically incendiary fashion., this episode will heat your blood! With every piece taking you into the highlights of sensation, we start this show off with two dizzying pieces by Jessica and Abbey on their blowjob practice. For Jessica, the sliding and swirling of her tongue produces an inevitable “Primal Moan”. Blowjobs are about her lust – not yours. Abbey’s “Love and Blowjobs” is about growing into the power of her sex and using it to celebrate the “sweet taste” of her man. In “Floor Demo” Beth takes us on a ride of intensity that begins with a public positioning of her pussy for an Orgasmic Meditation demo. With 14 onlookers/worshipers focused on her pussy, she describes her pussy as “pregnant with sensation.” Next Judy presents “Eyes Locked”, a soulful reflection of blowjobs and sex. This piece is the story of sensation and how it breaks down all of our stories that get in the way of connection. When Judy gives into her lust she sees a new person wrapped in an old familiar body. Pure human connection. Hot yet? Have you subscribed yet? Get on it--Put your finger on the trigger and press. Marcie’s “Women Want Sex” is guaranteed to increase the humidity. Marcie’s sex subtly emerges from her silk clothing as her turn on turns up. Marcie describes the sensation of a kissing tongue reaching down her mouth…. all the way to her pussy. Ken steps up with “Sexual Blacksmith”, a story of a routine morning that surprisingly turns magnificent. When Ken is asked to "help out" a girl who needs a good [email protected], he answers the call. Ken takes us through the wonder of a delicious, female sexual landscape. Anchoring this episode is a gentleman actually named “OM”. Follow OM as he drops into the beautiful detail of a woman: his partner sexually serves him while on a cell phone all and he can’t help but marvel at her multi-tasking power. Once again, Marcie and her cast of turned-on poets, bring you A Taste of SEX. “Go forth and prosper in pleasure.”

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Women Want Sex

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 welcome to a taste of "Sex Erotic Poetry Readings."  "One taste urban retrieve center" in San Francisco is a place of freedom.  It is where people come together to explore their desires on a physical level, on an emotional level, on just a raw, raw, raw sensation.  We just don't right it, we live it.   And we are here on a taste of "Sex Erotic Poetry Readings" to tell you all about it.  So stay tuned in, because we are going to turn you on.

Taking his softness past my lips, sliding and swirling my tongue slowly, liquids accumulating from my glands.  Folds of skin becoming taut.  Smooth, red, round head, primal moan, mmmmm..... metamorphosis.  I salute, to my throat, my saliva, my fingers, my palms, my lust.

Abbie....Abbie....

I have a piece from Abbie called "Love and Blowjobs."

Abbie:  "Love and Blowjobs"

I have been told I ______ like a black woman.  I took this as a great compliment.  When I was 16, I refused to put a penis in my mouth, that lasted for 5 years.  Oh! what a joy it was to discover the power that came with coming in my mouth.  A mixture of man's vulnerability, desire, and surrender.  That look in his eye, at the moment he knows his absolutely most favorite experience in the world is seconds away...  Taking his softness past my lips, sliding, and swirling my tongue slowly, liquids accumulating from my glands, folds of skin becoming taut.  Smooth, red, round head, primal moan, mmmmm.... metamorphosis.  A salute, to my throat, my saliva, my fingers, my palms, my lust.  The man whose cock I love to taste and whose heart I love to love, tastes so sweet that juicy load, no anxiety for impending bitterness.  Much like our experience together.

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Marcie Prohofsky:  You know before I came to One Taste I actually didn't like giving blowjobs at all.  Now actually, I really like it.  Beth!  This is a piece called "Floor Demo."

Beth C:  I am lying on my back pants off, in a center of a circle of 12 people.  They are sitting in chairs talking and I start to drift away.  I feel a warm hand on my belly and I hear him whisper in my ears, "stay with it."  He massages me, his hands on my lower belly and I feel the energy revving deep inside.  The room's attention turns to me, to my pussy, to my surrendered position, to my open legs.  They are told to come down from their chairs and move closer and they do.  They are crouched, hands on the ground crawling towards me and from the outside we must match an ancient tribe.  My stroker massages my thighs, pulling the flesh, kneading it, and bringing heat to my lower body.  I feel a thick wave of energy wash through the crown of my head, swelling in my chest, sweeping down and out through my legs.  My abdomen contracts and my body bucks between the floor and my stroker's leg.  He finally, finally puts his finger on my clit.  I feel swollen, pregnant with sensation.  My body rocks on the waves.

CLAPS!!

Marcie Prohofsky:  Alright, so this is a piece by Judy called "Eyes Locked."

Judy:  He is on top.  I look up and there he is.  I don't want to look.  It is too confronting.  I mean its…our eyes lock and I overcome by a momentary panic.  We are not supposed to be here, or if we are, we are not supposed to have this kind of moment, where you look at the other person and see the depth of humanity that is uniquely represented by then.  This is only supposed to happen when I have a special kind of connection, or if not a special kind of connection, then a special kind of lust.  The kind, that cannot be overcome, so you give in just to get rid of it.  Except in this case, it's neither.  It's just me and...I kind of feel like having sex.  We are connected, his cock is inside of me.  He throws a hard for a bit, pumping in and out, in and out and then it slips out.  He reaches down and puts it back in and thrusts again.  It is awkward, the kind of experience you have when you don't know someone so well, but you have made this decision to have sex...and so you do.  Except here, I know the person well.  I live with him.  Over the past year-and-a-half, I have watched him change from a former homeless guy fresh out of the recovery house, dopey and unaware into man.  Or if not quite man then on his way to being one.  I woke him up at 11:30 p.m.  I am supposed to suck your cock I said, by supposed to I mean that I have given myself an assignment.  I am sucking cock.  I know it seems odd.  It is probably odder for me than anyone else.  I am a good girl.  I don't believe in indulgent sex.  I believe, you should act according to connection.  But, I am tired of denying my sex.  I am tired of living in a place that offers the opportunity, even promotes the right to owning one sex and then consistently running away from that possibility.  I have given myself a ______ out of excuses.  No one is right, I am attracted to them, but they are some complication in the friendship that precludes sex at this time.  Or I am attracted, but there is something totally wrong about the person he represents.  Or I am just not attracted, which is the case most of the time.  This guy is between categories.  Six months ago I would have said, "I am just not attracted."  Today, its more like he stirred something in me.  I feel my genitals activated and I find it confusing.  For one, he is much younger than me.  Yet, for the other, well its... until recently he was the guy who cleaned the place.  He is slumpy.  His posture is improved, but when he forgets, which is often his back curves and his belly rounds out.  Used to be his dirty clothes were spread all over his living space.  He is smart, but not educated.  I don't know that he has ever held a job he has kept.  You see... he is a total threat to my identity.  He wants to do the cock sucking downstairs instead of the loft area where we both sleep.  Ken and ______ are not home so he lies down on their bed.  I tell him to take off his pants.  He obeys.  I am having trouble with the condom.  It is tight and I am not sure it's going to work.  He takes charge pulling it over his erect cock.  I put my mouth over it sliding it up and down as my right hand holds on to the base.  I rest my breasts over his leg.  I feel the warmth of his cock seeping in to my hand.  It feels good.  I like the shape, color, and texture of it.  The pinkness and firmness of it.  Saliva drips out of my mouth on to his balls.  I wonder if he minds.   A memory arises of another time I fulfilled this same assignment.  In that case, he was somewhat a reluctant participant.  I wish I...I wanted him, wanting it, but didn't want to admit or show my desire.  Then I overcame the shyness and went for it, all the while feeling embarrassed that I was letting it out.  I am sucking this cock with some of the same fervor.  Is this what's inside of me independent of any external force.  Is it independent of love, of desire, of connection?  Is there some spark once ignited turns to fire I cannot control.  Finished, I lay over his stomach.  My head nuzzling his legs.  "Do you want to have sex," he asks.  I don't answer.  You do, you do want to have sex.  He says, that's it, we are having sex.  Part of my mind wants to protest, but the rest of it wins out.  He is right, I want to have sex.  I want to feel that melting of body beneath skin.  I crave the touch and pressure against my cervix.  I am turned on, why not?!   So we do and then the moment comes of looking into his eyes.  The moment that brings doubt and confirmation to my decision all at the same time.

CLAPS!!

Marcie Prohofsky:  We do want sex and this is what we go through just to get it.  Welcome to women's world.  Thanks Judy, that was great.  You know, I love it that she gives herself these assignments, I mean....who... who wants to complain of One Taste this is a great school you know, the university here.  Good homework assignments here.

Marcie Prohofsky:  I actually...I am gonna read these.  This is called "Women Want Sex."

Women want sex.  I want sex.  I want to do it, be seen doing it, write about it, tease and laugh about it.  Be free to expose myself about it.  I am wet.  I can feel the wetness on my silk pants.  The moistness rubbing on my leg as I walk down _______ street.  My left arm circles back to touch the inside of my upper thigh, I am wet through the fabric.  The pleasure has seeped from my mouth, circulated through my head, down torso, through pelvis.  Dripping on inner side of the leather studded G-string I wear beneath the silk trousers.  I can feel them everywhere, electrical current, igniting air that floats my head up like a balloon.  He thrusts his tongue down my throat and it feels like I am being fucked.  Like he can touch my pussy through any obstacles of organs, reason, and resistance.   I am his in this moment and it feels soooo good.   I want more.  His smooth tongue and clean shaven cheek perfectly tease my surging desire to fuck.  We pull apart, the sensation is so high, leaning back in the leather seats of his car.  We sit there spinning, dazed...  He tells me how he hasn't made out in a car in years.  He tells the story of how he used to make out when he was still in England.  His first girlfriend, they park his VW Beetle down the block from her parent's house.  They kept a duvet in the back and when leaned the seats back and make out.  I am charmed as usual and leave wanting more.

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Marcie Prohofsky:  Haaaaa..... Ok! Ready?!  We got Ken I, the piece called "Sexual Blacksmith."

Ken I:  So, its morning...aaa...I am in the bathroom minding my own business and he comes in and he says hey, what are you doing?  Oh, I am getting ready for work.  Aaa...whats going on?  My heart beats faster, I am like, oh shit! I am going to be asked to commit to something that I can't fulfill.  He says, "well, she needs to get laid."  What?!  Is he talking to me?  Aamm...ok.  Whats going on?  Is she...no, ya she needs to get laid.  She needs to get fucked.  Are you up for it?  Aamm...well...lets see....I'll be 20 or 30 minutes late for work.  Fuck it!  Sure, I am ready.  And the moment I decide, its like my cock springs in action.  Its like all the blood rushes out.  I am stumbling out the bathroom stumbling about like, oh shit! I am in need of a condom, where is this? where is that? where is she at?  I almost run up the stairs to the loft.  And so, there she is in the view.  And it is funny because we had an experience before and its like I wanted to get together with her again.  And it was wierd because, he made the request and I am like "Oh, man, I am not used to this, I am not...I feel like an interloper, I feel like I am interfering."  Alright, I am over that.  She is hot.  So, I say are you ready for this or you need help.  Aammm....I am on call.  Ha...Ha...I am available.  Aaa...she smiles, we laugh, we chat a bit.  He is getting dressed for work.  I am a little nervous by that.  But, I... soley get into it because she is HOT and I.... really dig her.  And I like the connection and the energy flows for me.  And so, I feel this heat in my body and I am almost stumbling and we play around and I am touching her breasts and around.  And I am feeling the softness of her skin.  Her nipples hard as I rub my thumbs across her nipples.  And under her breasts.  And I am touching her lightly on her pussy.  And, we are belly to belly.  And she says, Ok, you ready" and I put on a condom.  And I looove that first few seconds, as I slide the tip of my cock inside her.  And I want to just hold it there forever, really!  Millimeter by millimeter.  And I looked down and I opened my eyes and she is just...her eyes are closed and its like this moment of crucifixion, where, she is just open and I can feel her.  And I move my pelvis as deeply as I can.  Its like diving off of a cliff.  And I feel every inch of her around me, every inch of her on my cock.  I feel every inch of my cock.  I feel every inch of my body to my finger tips.  I can feel the hair, well, if there was hair on my head at the time.  And its just...its love, without a story.  Its connection without a demand and I am late for work.

CLAPS!!

Marcie Prohofsky:  We have Om in the house.  We have a practice here called orgasmic meditation and now we have...we nicknamed for it as OM.  And now we have a gentleman in our community name Om and he has become very popular.  Not only because of his name, but especially because of his name.  So, he is here from New York.  We have a community that's booming and thriving in New York and this is a piece called "She Opens."

Om:  She opens the door while speaking into her cell phone.  She smiles.  She places her hand on my chest and grabs my shirt and tugs me inside.  She pushes me down gently on the sofa, while continuing to speak to the man on the phone about some upcoming event, "they should really try and catch up since their interest seems so parallel."  She straddles my left knee, deliberately pressing herself into my leg.  She leans forward so her forehead is against my face and her breasts against my chest.  On the phone to the other man she is saying "right, right, exactly."  Then she covers up the mouthpiece of the phone and whispers, "I only have till 5."  I look at my watch and see that I have about 60 minutes left.  "I know, yes, just like I was saying before," she speaks into the phone.  Continuing in a polite business tone as she takes my hand under her dress.  Now, as aroused as I am by this speeded bestowing of sensual tidbits, I am more in awe at the efficiency of this woman.  To keep two such distinct channels on within oneself indeed requires a nimbo temperament.  She ends her call and her administrations accelerate.  I leave her apartment elated with about a minute and a half still left in the hour.

CLAPS!!

Marcie Prohofsky:  So, you have had a full experience huh!  Now you believe, we don't just write it, we live it.  I wanna thank you for tuning in.  This radio show has been brought to you by One Taste Urban Retrieve Center, San Francisco and Personal Life Media.  To contact us please send us an email [email protected] You can also find out more information by going to a personal life media.com or check us out at one taste SF.com.  Thanks so much.  Thanks for staying tuned in and thanks most of all for staying turned on.

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