Episode 6: Give Me Yoga, Give Me Pigeons

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Marcie Prohofsky hosts this hot evening of erotica at One Taste Urban Retreat Center. Hold on tight to your genitals as you head behind the velvet curtains for a stimulating ride with a community of orgasmic researchers in sexually liberated, Post New Age San Francisco. This episode starts of with One Taste’s resident erotica maven, Jessica reading her piece Control about a hot ride toward surrender: She starts bouncing me there, I’m grabbing her hair for support wet and throbbing ejaculate runs between my legs. Marcie describes how sensation is researched at One Taste. Which leads us to Ken and his piece Joy Ride, about a recent One Taste experiment with male prostate massage and Ken’s first experience of feeling the sensation of another person in his body. Judy, in an untitled piece, describes her climax in no place other than YOGA. (Little do the other yogis know Judy’s in orgasmic bliss.) And following Judy’s lead, Marcie closes the episode with her tale of being turned on by a flock of pigeons at the car wash. Yeah! Pigeons.

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Give Me Yoga, Give Me Pigeons

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 Retreat Center in San Francisco is a place of freedom. It's where people come together to explore their desires on a physical level, an emotional level, on just a raw, raw, raw sensation. We don't just write it, we live it. And we're here on a Taste of Sex: Erotic Poetry Readings to tell you all about it. So stay tuned in, because we're going to turn you on.

She turns me on to couch,
my legs awkward awry and splayed
her mouth at my pussy
The world spins, the room spins,
quiet sounds escape my lips shhh.

So next up we have Jessica with a piece called Control.

Jessica F: Shh, let's be quiet. I pull the curtain back, she is sitting on the couch, and I climb on, one knee resting on either side of her warm body. My mouth hovers just above her lips. Almost touching. Then playing back. I smirk at how I'm toying with her. I softly lick her lip and press my mouth into hers. I am in control. Her hand finds its way beneath my black dress. She strokes my thighs and fills my pussy with her fingers. Heat explodes upward into my belly and in a second, she moves forward to the edge of the couch. Her right hand on my back, her left hand at my sex, I am balanced on her knees. My feet dangling, my pussy spread open between her thighs. I am not in control.

Her fingers move inside me and she starts bouncing me there. Up down, up down, up down. Desperately, I grasp her hand for support, pull my body in closer. I feel the heat of her face against my chest as the pace quickens. A hot breeze blows down my body as it moves in waves against her. My panicked breath increasingly shallow.

For a moment, I believe she won't let me fall.

She won't drop me here. I release.

She turns me on to the couch, my legs awkwardly awry and splayed, her mouth at my pussy. The world spins, the room spins. Quiet sounds escape my lips, shh.

I drip at the thought of getting caught.

Wet and throbbing, ejaculate runs down my legs. I look between my thighs and see her hair wisps of white in the black. Her head moves back and forth as her face touches every inch of my pussy. Pressing me with the deliberate slowness followed by frenetic intensity.

Energy swirls in my head behind my eyes. Her tongue flicks my clit, then I push right up against the edge. And there's no room for story here. There is only sensation. And I release.

Time stops.

My ears fill with cool water. My chest expands. I am orgasming.

Marcie: We can always count on Jessica for a really great orgasmic ride. One thing that I wanted to tell you about is a bit of the culture at One Taste. She mentions something in her story about feeling sensation. That's a lot of what we actually research here, is how can we take the story out of our sensation. I mean the story can run in any direction and often it does, so what we do here is actually, we research sensation. We strip it apart from the story, and that includes jealousy.

When jealousy rises up, we check in: What is the actual sensation in our body? And then that way we can actually start to allow the yes to pleasure ripple in and ripple in and ripple in and ripple in.

I'm going to bring Bob up next, who is one of the courageous who has come to this center, which is really based on exploring female orgasm, built on the energy of the female orgasm. And he is a courageous guy who is here because he wants to go on a woman's ride. So he's going to tell us how he does that in a piece called Last Night.

Bob: I'm tired.

It's ten-thirty or eleven on a Sunday night and we've been cleaning all day. She's next to the bed, and I watch her bend over in perfect form as she undresses. The half light reflects off her skin and the muscles underneaht ripple and flow like a slow-moving river.

She slides next to me, and we talk about the day. And her upset, and other women, and men, and what I feel. She's earnest and strong, then suddenly fragile and tired. She feels like she's bargaining one minute and surrendered the next. Her face opens then closes. Her eyes go wide and then narrow and try to see through me. She passed me.

We finally tire of our conversation. And I lean. There's no hesitation in her, I realize that this is what she's been waiting for. We kiss deeply then playfully, then step back to look at each other again. Who the hell is she?

I'm tired.

I turn on my back and let my hand drape over her thigh. And there it is, sleep. As I lose consciousness, I feel her skin beneath my fingers, and something in me relaxes and shifts. Then it happens.

I don't even think about it. I roll up on my side and over on top of her and reach down to her ass, pulling her into me. My hips thrust, and she grabs on. She's like a magnet, and each action of mine seems somehow dictated word for word by her. It is magnetics. It's animal, it's hard and soft. Then wet.

Skin, scent, breath, and hair. The night is just full of us. Then as quickly as it started, it subsides. We fall back to the bed and sleep.

Marcie: Bob is one of the hosts of one of our Taste of Sex shows. It's our reality show, so you'll have a chance to hear more from Bob as he explores lots of women's rides. My name is Marcie Prohofsky. You can find at us at PersonalLifeMedia.com and on iTunes, thank you. See you back in 10 minutes.

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Marcie: All right, this is our fellow Marine. He read a young command, Ken. Let's give it up for Ken! With a piece called Joyride.

Ken: It was an interesting week. A lot of experimentation. One unwitting soul asked, “What about the male orgasm?” God. What are you doing? Don't you know what goes on here? You're in for a lot of trouble.

So, the experiment became, we're going to massage the prostate. Oh. Wow. The crowd cleared the room. I mean really. I've never seen so many uptight assholes.

So, in the interest of experimentation, because that's what we're about, experimenting. I said yes. And this beautiful goddess said, “I'd be happy to. I would like that.” So for fifteen minutes her finger was in my anus, massaging my prostate. But not at first, I had to give some direction: go deeper, go higher, oh there it is! Oh. Oo. Ah. Well, now. Isn't that interesting?

And we proceeded. And there was something that happened. There was this connection, this moment of deep connection that she was aware of. I was aware of a finger in my butt, but I'm a guy so I'm learning that the level of sensitivity that brings you that sensation of feeling another person from the inside. And that connection led to a joyride.

So that was a brief fifteen minutes, and the next morning she says, “You know, I want to come sleep with you Friday.” Whoa. And if you're a guy like me, who doesn't have much confidence in yourself, you're thinking, “Wow. Are you talking to me? Is there somebody behind me? Okay,” as my hands shake. And I spend a day not being able to work, not being able to focus, wondering, “What am I going to do? I have to satisfy a goddess.”

Friday comes. She's wearing a red bra and panties. Oh my God. I can feel it, the turn on. It's a mad rush, I don't-- Oh, God. Where do I go with this? Okay, tune in, tune in. Okay, you've got it together. All right, you can do this. Yeah, I can see it. And I stroke her face. And her body's amazing, and, how did I get here? How am I doing this? All of her clothes off, hey, how's the weather?

She's in my fucking bed, and I want to talk about the weather? What's wrong with you? But I relax, I tune in. And the ride starts.

We're touching and kissing, and my heart, it's warm, it's expanding. It's something I didn't know I could feel. And it's pure pleasure. I feel her mouth on me and my mouth is on her, and at every moment, there is an electric current under my fingertips. And my body is full of blood. And I've grown. I've connected.

All from a finger in my butt.

This joyride.

Marcie: So another thing we do here at One Taste is, as we research sensation, sensations really expand exponentially. My body is so much more responsive than it ever was. We have something called Orgasmic Meditation, and it's a physical practice that's shared between two people. It's based around stroking a woman's clitoris, the upper left hand quadrant of it. It's a fifteen minute meditation practice between these two people. The person stroking is fully clothed, the person who's getting stroked is generally undressed from the waist down. They research sensation, again decoupled from story.

It's not about romance or are you going to fuck later on, it's just about exploring the sensation, the energy that's created between this orgasm.

So we had this coup, there was this guy that came in, and ruffled everything up. And so we researched prostate massage, because it was a big conversation, “Well, what do the guys get?” So we didn't, the women did not receive the strokes that week, and we all stroked the men. And it was a very interesting exploration.

Marna, are you ready? Great. So Marna is reading a piece called “I.” Marna's visiting from New York, she's helping us expand One Taste into New York. So she's here researching.

Marna: Growling, eternal, yes oh yes now. I can feel. I am feeling eternal. Exciting. Allowance, community, sensation, supports, drives, heart beating I come faster again, again. Back to the place where I know myself.

Marcie: Oo, Judy's going to stroke us next with a piece called, “Breast.” This is about breasts.

Judy: So I don't know that the first one has a title, so I'm just going to read.

My legs spread wide, my labia are pulled apart allowing that secret box that holds my sexuality to breathe. I clench my thighs, tighter, tighter. My feet flex, and I feel the stretch along my calves. I push my shoulders down. My chest reaches up. I am clenching, pulling, pushing, harder harder. Heat rushes in, warming my face before draining me to leave me cool. I see a clearing in the sky as if God has opened the gates and carried me through to a place where a cool, crisp wind blows and I feel pure and free.

Here's the funny part. No finger, no cock, no tongue is penetrating or stroking my clit. Nope, no one is touching me. I am in yoga, and the people around me sit, their legs wide open, their thighs clenched, and shoulders pushed down, oblivious to the climax that has just occurred.

So this one is called Breasts.

We're inverted, he lying down one way, me facing another. My face at his crotch with lips parted wide. I am fully clothed to his half-naked state. My mouth glides up and down, going deeper, pulling up, releasing altogether to take a breath. Hovering over his body, my breasts begin to speak.

They ache for contact, for pressure, to be involved in this act. I listen, pushing them in to flatten the fatty tissue. The fabric of my tight-fitting baby-blue tanktop lies between breast and belly, but this is enough to feel my breasts, to have acknowledged them.

Until it's not. I lift my shirt, pulling it over my breasts, bringing them down to his belly. “Yes, yes, this is what we want,” they say. “To feel that skin to skin contact, to rub, to flirt, to feel nipples sliding against his fine hairs.”

Until this too is not enough. “We want more!” they say, “and we will hold you hostage, distracting you from your mouth. He hears, pulling the tank top over my head, releasing my entire torso to dance with his chest. “Ahh, now we can relax,” they say, “go on, continue. Get him off.”

Marcie: And we also train your body parts to speak and take over.

That first about her orgasm, the sensations in yoga, reminds me of when I knew I was hooked. Something had changed. I had been, I hadn't yet really immersed myself at One Taste, but I was already doing the Orgasmic Meditation practice. I was out on a sunny day. I was getting my car washed. I was sitting on the curb, and they were finishing washing my car. And all of the sudden, I saw these pigeons. They were walking, doing their thing. I was getting turned on. I thought, “Holy shit, I'm getting turned by the walk of a pigeon!” So I knew something was changing, and I had to come back and investigate.

So now you've had a full experience, huh? Now you believe we don't just write it, we live it. I want to thank you for tuning in. This radio program has been brought to you by the One Taste Urban Retreat Center in San Francisco, and Personal Life Media. To contact us, please send us an email to [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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