Episode 4 - Waiting is Such Sweet Torture

Waiting is Such Sweet Torture

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Marcie Prohofsky: Welcome to "A Taste of Sex" erotic poetry reading and "Letters to My Pussy." This is Marcie Prohofsky and thank you so much for tuning in. We're here to turn you on today. And this is collaboration of OneTaste(tm) San Francisco and Personal Life Media. You can check out our web sites, OneTasteSF.com and PersonaLifeMedia.com for way more information that you could have ever dreamt of, that'll keep you throbbing, pulsing, enjoying sensation, and enjoying life. So stay tuned, stay turned on. Thank you again for coming.

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Marcie Prohofsky: He holds me there firmly as I continue to contract... and then in and out... in and out... His thumb glides across the floor of my widening cavity. And again, another dancer joins- this time his index finger. It bows, greeting my clit. I explode, shuddering!

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Marcie Prohofsky: So I'm gonna read a piece. And this is called "Waiting is Such Sweet Torture."

At a stoplight in front of city hall I sit in my car, alone, lost in thoughts of you holding me down to taste me. I moan aloud [moans]. Uh.... Uh.... The red lights that crosswalk flicker in unison with pussy that now throbs and increases in sensation with every new breath and sound that I release from my mouth. I flinch! My hands tied behind my back, blindfolded, you force me to wait. Uh... Give me your cock. Give it to me! Silence...

Come on! Silence... My breath shortens as my orgasm takes over. I contract. Uh! Please... Hands bound, unable to reach for him, unable to see him, the blindfold too snug, I feel him perching somewhere in the room.

"Time for your birthday present," he says. I moan, "Please..." Again, nothing. "Please... Please..." Silence. My pussy hungers. "Come on, you asshole! It's my fucking birthday!"

The air in the room cracks; I buck. My eyes clamp beneath the cover. He flies toward me, his left hand grabbing my neck, the other forcing my torso to the floor. He flips me over, my knees feeling the sudden burn of the carpet. He lays on top of me, belly to back, lays staggered between mine.. You whisper in my ear, "Still..."

Still? Still?

My heart pounding, me pulsing my awareness, accutely in tune to my breath. My body spasming involuntarily. [pants and moans] Huh... Huh.. Huh...Huh... I feel my diaphragm stretch upwards, expanding my ribs as I inhale deeply. Exhale... Dizzy... I feel his warm palm press into the left tip of my pelvis, his fingers wrapping around the rest on the front side of my hip bone. He gestures me to move in sequence-- my lead in a fluid dance.

Internally, I hear him. Pelvis tilts Ass up! Back arched. Knees bend towards your belly, lift to me. I follow, and then as if my new dance partner, his right thumbs slides into my introitus and I tremble. He holds me there firmly as I continue to contract and then in and out... in and out his thumb glides across the floor of my widening cavity. And again another dancer joins. This time his index finger-- it bows-- greeting my clit. I explode! Shuddering! Huh! Huh! Huh! Sliding back down to the floor... my body releases as he mutters, "Happy Birthday, Baby. Your wetness is intoxicating."

[audience claps]

Thank you.

Now we've got hot Yia, formerly known as Vickie, now known as Yia with a piece called "Spontaneity", and it's about her making out with a hot chick.

Yia: Spontaneity... She walks past me, swaying her voluptuous hips, walking forward and looking back at me over her shoulder. She keeps her eye on me, contacts, eye to eye, not letting go. Then she walks back towards me, standing across the wooden table. She laughs nervously, "You wanna make out?" she asks.

Yes.

Now?

Yes.

We're standing by my bed. She tells me she's feeling guilty and ashamed. Oh, so you get turned on by guilt, huh? You bad, bad girl.

Her sweety-pie girl laughter bubbles out. I push her onto the bed and hold her hands down; her body is already in orgasm. My tongue flickers at her neck and it tastes like sweet sweat, powder soft. Her chest is hot and feathery, her body warm and supple, soft, and I mold into it.

Feather, feather soft.

My stomach undulates with hers. My pussy grows heavy. Her nipples are like soft, peachy flesh, cool to the touch. My mouth makes contact with a nipple; her body responds, her moan grows louder and I suck and suck one nipple after another. My hand roams beneath her black dress and up her thigh, teasing, lingering at the juncture of her pussy. I move down to her thighs. She smells of hot raw, juice-- lips full and ready for my lips.

My tongue tastes ocean salt, almond spices, and ripe strawberries. Her clit begs me to suck and lick and suck and lick. My finger explores the hot velvet cave. It swallows me, squeezing me, pulling me in deeper and deeper into its hot wetness. We are locked in a dance of pleasure and feasting, faster and higher, deeper and slower. My body hot, heart pounding, stomach undulating in unison with her. We ride her orgasm, a roller coaster of lust and passion and raw pleasure.

Thank you.

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Marcie Prohofsky: Stay tuned next week when she actually has another makeout with another fine goddess in this land.

Audience Member: Or man

Marcie Prohofsky: Or man... [laughs] So now we've got Suzanne with "Electricity," where she touches the desire.

Suzanne: And so I open the door and let him into me. I feel the flood pouring out of me, a tiny, silver metal trigger to my heart and he found it. His finger touches my clit. Electricity shimmers all over my body. I am under water looking up at the sun.

A crinkle of cellophane falls over my body and then dissipates. His finger slows, light to the touch, stroking. My body bends up gently like a boomerang. Up, held by an invisible force, floating up. My pussy comes alive, even against my logical reasoning; suddenly I imagine rowing over and kissing him and placing my tongue between his lips and roving down until I reach his crotch and taking a deep breath, a long breath [inhales]... inhaling the scent of him and letting his scent fill me until I don't need food anymore... just his scent to keep me from hunger.

I want to taste him. I want to slowly move my fingertips lightly over his body until I'm quivering all over and I can barely hold myself back from diving into him until our bodies become one.
A string pulls my chest upwards. I am slowly being let down back into the floor and I am being gently placed down, no releasing, no doing, no action, held by a force bigger than us-- no separation. We are touching the face of God. The warmth of my pussy begins to spread and I am taken by it.

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Marcie Prohofsky: Mmmm... So who feels warm? Who in the house feels warm?

[audience reaction]

What-- those of you that don't raise your hands--you're just too paralyzed, right, to even raise it at this point.

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Marcie Prohofsky: So... Marissa is our orgasmic globetrotter.

Marissa: You burst through the door, a blazing inferno igniting desire, extinguishing darkness, sucking up the air that only through your lips can I breathe. Like climbing to the top of Half Dome, heavy like granite, the air is thinner. I can barely breathe, and still I climb, climb to the top. I mount using all of my reserve. Ascending, it feels good, pushing on, undulating hips; they feel good.

Remind me of my strength, my power. They catch the wind. and I am pushed forward, further. No. Wait... Fuck Half Dome and ascension. I want to come down to the grounding rock, to the grinding rock, feel the earth. I wanna feel my pussy.

Wait... Wait! Do you have a ticket to ride? Cuz the tavern down there, she is rare. Only highest paying customers are allowed.

Down. Down! Down!

Good boy.[moan] I surrender down to the ground. We assume the position, finger on the trigger, swept to the most sacred place. I am somewhere in between soft and delicate. His shadow appears, drawing upon my face with his spirit, the symbol of pure love and joy.
Its shadow moving me-- his shadow moving me-- to the deepest places. He's the calm of light, love's vibration moving through me... letting go... absolution...

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Marcie Prohofsky: I love it; she's like Mae West and some crazy dom mixed together. [laughs] This is our Marissa.

Now we've got Bob, with a piece called "Saturday Night at OneTaste(tm)." Hold on tight because this is his description of a sleepover with two hot women.

Bob: I'm a little neurotic, so it may not be as hot as you're expecting it to be.

We come to bed tired, and full of Thai food, and see R. there looking cozy and a little goofy in her jammies, watching "Lost" on her computer. Her buzz cut and build make her look like a boy, and her turn on so evident when she asks for the sleepover with B. and I., is now nowhere to be seen. Inside myself I feel tension. I can hear a residual rejection in how it calls me ever so softly, pre-emptively strike and walk away. All I could be who I barely know was the person I am now and knew even less as the person I was back when I first met her.

Her wounds come through her turn on, and both intertwine, so I feel them together. Disconnection is a possibility here. I decided to take time to myself and go shower, and reflect and then come back to bed. There they are, sitting together, two women in their twenties, and me feeling like an increasingly studly 41 year old. [audience laughter]

Actually, I'm not feeling studly tonight. I want to but the energy of my body is more subdued. There's part of me that wants to cry, collapse, and be taken care of, putting attention out on other people is still possible but it's effort now rather than natural.

The lights go out. The energy drops in the room. And B. and I put R. in between us. So beautiful, the two of them, their slight frames. It's a fantasy; it's a gonzo porno waiting to happen. It's my life; it's my bed for the night and still I've got this wall up between me and sensation, me and experience.

Slowly the turn on builds. They kiss; we kiss. Bodies start to writhe. Their lips so perfect to devour each other. My left hand reaches across R. to pull of B's perfect ass in my pelvis spooning R., my cock's hard, fitting between her ass cheeks, breath coming, labored, her eyelids, tipping to half mast.

Soon B. is on top of her. They are kissing deeply. My hand dips betweens their legs and finds R's very wet pussy. They kiss and grind. I grope for awhile, but feel my energy is not between them. I'm an observer tonight. Internally I feel this way, and I feel it mirrored in them as well.

Okay, I think, if you gotta watch something, this sure beats the hell out of TV. B. grinds and fingers R's pussy, pushing their mouths deeply and hungrily together. My arm is under them, fingers of my left hand traced B's perfect back, stroking hair, feeling the turn on. She kisses down R.'s belly and looks up and over at me. She leans over and takes my nipple in her mouth, and my body responds. It feels good. It feels like she's saying, "Hey, I like you but right now I'm into her."

The whole experience feels like a feminine test. Am I passing? The energy in the bed subsides. We talk and cuddle. Others return to the large bedroom to go to bed. It's M's birthday, and she and C. share a hot makeout across from us after I've fallen asleep.

It wakes B. and I up. We kiss deeply and long. She asks for my fingers, and I fuck her with one, then two. First gently, then hard, then gently again. She comes a few times, so I learn her anatomy, find out where she's sensitive. Her body is hard and muscled and moves like a snake at times. It's beautiful in a half light and I feel blessed.

After, I whisper to her, what I'd like to do sometime. "I want to open your legs and press the tip of my cock against your pussy lips," I say in a tired voice, and feel her breathe deep with staccato turn on. "...then let the head spread your lips open and let it slowly fill you..." My voice trails off and we fall asleep facing each other, her skin under my fingers.

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Marcie Prohofsky: That definitely was a hot threesome, I'd say. That works for me. It definitely works for me. Yes. [laughs] Thank you very much.

So, we have a lot of lingo around this place if you guys haven't noticed already, and one of those terms is "makeout". First came here, I was like, "What's a makeout?" I always thought that making out means, like, you French kiss somebody, but here it doesn't quite mean that. It can mean anything from just snuggling, just having some time together to touch each other that may not actually have any genital contact involved or kissing...through kissing, through touching body parts, and getting moist and hot, to fucking.

So... what you attempt to do here at least is decouple-- separate the story out from the sensation. So that means we can all just decide to go for what we want, which is to fuck-- not necessarily always-- we might just want to cuddle up, like Bob said sometimes. But oftentimes we really want to go for it, and when we decouple the story from it-- especially as women-- we take the shame and all the "slut" messages we got from our parents, and we toss it out the wndow. And we go for it, and it's really nice.

So, let's see who's gonna go for it next? Ken I. Ken I. is a hot tamale. [laughs] Oh, baby! He just slapped his ass! Will you slap mine, too? Ooh! Again! What the hell, man?

[audience laughs]

What the hell? I mean, you slap like this and you can't slap my ass right!

[loud slap]

Uhhhh... yeah! There we go! [audience laughs]

Ken: I'm ambidextrous with the sex, man. Wow... It's called First and Ten. I like mysterious titles. So... I'm gonna take you there.

It was a nice day. Aw, man-- she's gotta new widescreen, HDTV. We're gonna watch the Superbowl. Alright. So, let's see. I've got thirty meinutes when I get there. I just need to pick up a couple of things near my bed. I heard there was some hot stuff going on in the warehouse. I wonder if it's still going on.

Oh, there it is. Hey, who's over there? Oh, I shouldn't be here; well, I should leave. But, no-- I wanna stay. What is that?

I walk over. He's got his hand in her pussy. Oh, this is a private moment. Wait a minute-- there's four of them. Okay, how private is this? A pair of couples? I'm a fifth wheel. Wait a minute-- this might be a full house.

[audience laughter]

Okay... okay... And she looks up: "Hey, what're you doing there?"

"Um... well... uh.. I was just gonna ..."

"Well, come over here!"

"Eh... um... okay... um..."

"Yeah, you gotta nice cock! Pull it out!"

"Huh?"

"Pull it out!"

"But... Uh... I do live in a sex community, I think. Um...hmm... I gotta stress my boundaries here, don't I?

Okay... alright... they're ok... It's--

"No! No! Pull your pants down and pull out your cock!"

Uh... okay... woah! I'm hard! Hey, that's interesting. Just the words just got me there.

"Alright, now stroke it!"

"Huh?"

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"But no, I get--"

"No, stroke your cock! C'mon!"

And the other one goes, "Yeah, stroke your cock! C'mon!"

I pull... Don't most guys fantasizee about this? Why am I freaked out?

Okay, I'm stroked. Hey, actually that feels good. Um... wow! Okay, and his fingers is going and this wet sound coming from her pussy, and I'm like, "Woe! What am I doing here? I'm a good, Catholic boy used to be.

Um... Oh, wow! This is... this is really... Who's that walking by ... Oh, I've got my... she... "No, it's not what it looks--!" Oh, wow! [laughs] Never mind; they don't care! [laughs] I'm just stroking my cock. It's a normal day in the warehouse, stroking my cock for other people on the bed.

Okay... what-what next? I-- Actually, this is kind of a turn on. I kind of dig this. Hey... all this energy comes shooting up my spine. I think ... I'm getting into this. Alright... yeah...
And his finger is moving and there's this squoosh and then, wow, this is fucking A! This is cool! Alright! Hehehe! Hey, wait-- I'm gonna be late for the game! Uh... well, fuck the game. Um... yeah... wow! Her breasts so round, her nipples are hard. I-I wanna touch 'em.

"You wanna touch my breasts?

"Yeah!"

"C'mon!"

"Put your hand there."

Alright... uh... wow... that feels so good. But I gotta go... I-I... yeah, um... Oh, God, the contraction's comin' back. I-I gotta pull up my pants and I gotta get outta here. I gotta go watch the game. It's the Superbowl. I can't miss it this time.

And I back away, and they're finishing. And as he's moving his fingers, she has this incredible orgasm, and there's this squishing and this wetness, and it's just, like, aw! Woe, I felt that from over here! And I'm pulling up my pants, and as I take one last look, I see her pussy glistening, and I'm, like, "This woman is so hot!"

"Are you looking at my pussy!"

"Uh! Yeah?"

"You wanna fuck me, don't you?"

Why am I taking so long to answer that?

"Yeah, I do!" with a little bit of confidence I say.

"Well? Grab a condom and get over here!"

What? Just like that? Alright.

And I'm hard again! What the hell? Huh? How did this happen? And I'm in her and I'm moving. Ooh! Huh Huh Ho! Yeah! [audience laughter] Alright! Yeah! Oh, opening kickoff-- fuck it! Whatever... [laughs] Man, I get they're about the third quarter, I think. [laughs] I like this one.

Oh, wow! We're moving, and shit, this is so much fucking fun! And she's on top of me, and she's riding. "Move! Come on!" Wow... being ordered around while I'm being fucked. I never thought I'd like this.

And we're going, and we're like athletes. And I'm panting, and I'm breathing, and then that familiar blue-white electric ball of energy comes out of the top of my head and moves my spine and starts to explode in the center of my pelvis and moves out in.... uuugggghhh. And I forget everything but this moment. And we're panting and heaving. And the five of us, this full house, we take a shower, and I didn't miss the game, but somehow this game's much better.

First and Ten...

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Marcie Prohofsky: Thank you again for joining us today. It's so fabulous to have your energy clicking into ours from San Francisco. I wanna thank you. This is Marcie Prohofsky, with OneTaste(tm) Urban Retreat Center in San Francisco and Personal Life Media. Go forth, prosper in pleasure.

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