Episode 12: A Python and Her Prey

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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.

The evening blasts off with a piece from Sir Marco, about another delightfully magical pussy. (So many magical pussies out there! And no two alike!) He invites us into his love chamber, complete with a
stretcher and toys to delight his goddess-mistress. Their time together crescendos with vulgar insults upon her command, designed to turn her on until he climaxes, pleading for mercy in syncopated Italian vocalizations just how lucky of a man he is.

Marissa's piece "Joy and Jealousy" comes with a disclaimer about the treacherous ride that jealousy is. Her pussy ignites and flows like the water down below the bridge that they walked across together into the dark burning loading zone of jealous confusion when he declares that he wants to be with someone else. She soars down from Half-Dome in embittered humor to describe herself as a mother bear who threatens to feed him to the other bears.

Marcie announces the opening of One Taste's New York center. Watch out, New York, Sam, our New York ex-pat who perfects our One Stroke Lube in San Francisco, proves his patient manhood in his piece about taking what he wants.

This episode has a sizzling finale with Jessica's untitled piece in which she floats and drops into her OM session, like a kayak hugging the rapids. And she hugs her desire late into the night, grasping his body as if they are hanging from a cliff. She sails us home with strong gusts of wind, full of the raw details, him biting her hard, very hard and "her legs wrapped around his body like a python and her prey."

Transcript

"A Python and Her Prey"

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.  OneTaste Irvine Retreat 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 level.  We don’t just write it, we live it!

“…your hands milk the stress and tension from every inch of my body, the fire ignites and burns to my core, melting away my cares and misfortunes.  Kissing and nuzzling the middle of your chest, pushing through your hair down into the cavity of your chest to the place where I adore…”

Marcie Prohofsky:  So Marco, are you going to speak about a magical pussy.  Oh, yes of course, we have Marco.  Oh, he is definitely speaking about magical pussy in his piece called “I am a Lucky Man.”

Marco: I am a lucky man, the goddess blessed me.  I met a goddess in the form of an eccentric young lady at a New Age Thanksgiving party.  She came smiling and dancing towards me, gazed into my eyes and said laughing, “Are you for real? You can be for real, can you?”  She was referring to the funny way I moved about.  I told her this was my funky brain acting up on me while dancing or playing guitar.

She apologized with tears in her eyes.  We embraced and became friends.  We spent several days walking on the beaches, looking at the sunset and playing music.  We told each other’s life stories and obviously we talked about sex all the time.

She was a beautiful and educated woman coming from a very far away country.  She wore only clothes made with her own hands and never ever wore underpants.  She just recovered from a surgery to remove a cyst from her genitalia to allow her to be again sexually active after a long time of forced abstinence.  Needless to say she was trying hard to conceal how much she missed the caresses of a lover.  We teased each other so much that one very rainy day in December, we just had to do it.

As I was lying on my bed, she put on some loud African drum music and danced for me, stripping slowly for a very very long time.  Then she climbed naked on the wooden structure that is on top of my bed.  I made it of strong tree branches tied together with ropes for exercise and hopefully kinky sex playful activities.

I looked from underneath at her gorgeous body and I couldn’t believe my eyes.  Small pearls of her juices slowly drips from her petals of her beautifully open flower flesh.  They were clear and shiny and tasted so good too.  Suddenly she took the lead telling me exactly what she wanted.  She asked if I had any toys.  I surfaced two of my favorite.  She wanted me to put one in the pink rose and place the other in the darker rose of her behind.  She wanted me to push them inside and out alternatively.  She called my name and came oh so many times.

Then she descended from the stretcher, commanding me like a queen to her slave.  She wanted me to talk to her in Italian and to abuse her like the whores of [Puttana].  I respectedly pointed out that I usually prefer to start with more romantic and gentle manners, but she did not want to hear any of that.  She responded to my [xx] and insults in Italian and reacted to my strong lapse by tugging back to me sometimes cursing me, other times pleading for mercy in her own native language.  Luckily for both of us totally incomprehensible.

I told her to lie down on her tummy and filled her far from behind.  But soon she wanted me in her gorgeous [xx].  I gathered all my energy and gave her all I had left in me, thanking the goddess and counting every time I crossed the silky and oozing gates of pressure, [Italian].

Finally, I allowed myself to offer her gift, the gift of my precious manly elixir, oh some perfection, oh blissful fireworks, oh golden shimmering multiple orgasmic radiance.  I am a lucky man, the goddess blessed me, I have been blessed by the goddess, I am a lucky man indeed.

[Applause]

Marcie Prohofsky: All right, well Marissa.  So this is Marissa with a piece called “Joy and Jealousy.”

Marissa: Joy and Jealousy.  This is a treacherous writing, I warn you.  So, there is no order or reasoning to jealously as I am sure you all know and I am going through it very intensely right now.  So, I will share with you my writing.

You come and light my fire, my pussy is burning hot wanting to hold tight and let loose.  You then hose me down, down with your touch and quality attention.  It feels so good when your finger is on my trigger.  My pussy ignites and flows as strong as the rapids from the waterfalls.  That day we held hands while we walked across the bridge.

Wait.  What? What? You want to walk across the bridge?  You want to walk over the bridge with her? With someone else? You want to smell her too?  Careful, it’d be awful if the intensity and magnitude of the falls floods over the bridge, taking you off guard and swept you into the waters carrying you both away.

Oh yes, yes, yes, okay, yes.  And your lips, that’s right, okay.

Your lips, that’s right, they feel so soft and delicate and the envelope my pussy, drinking me up.  Your hands milk the stress and tension from every inch of my body, the fire ignites and burns to my core, melting away my cares and misfortunes.  Kissing and nuzzling the middle of your chest, pushing through your hair down into the cavity of your chest to the place where I adore the smell, this is my spot.  I feel like an animal foraging.  It is so sweet like bears with their cubs grazing in the meadows.

What? What was that? You want to take her to the meadows? You want to pick flowers with her? Well, you might be careful.  It is possible that the mother bear could be unpredictable.  She could feel threatened and protective and she will strike, taking you both down in one blow.  She may drag your limber bodies through the forests, dragging you through the leaves and twigs, dropping you as offering to the other bears.

Oh, oh, yes, yeah, oh yeah okay.

Okay, back to the stroke, oh you were sharing with me all the reasons why you would climb a mountain to be with me, holding my hand only 17 hours roundtrip, climbing 9000 feet up the cables of the granite dome to be with me because you love me.  You are willing to push through the fortified concrete walls of my resistance because I am worth it.  It is me you have been waiting for.  You have ascended to my height.  You have made it and now you look at me drawing me in with your gaze and you tell me, my love is like the running brook that sings its melody.  And that my beauty is kind and gentle like soft whisperings.  Stillness falls upon us and then you brush your hair from her face and you gaze upon her so blindly just the same.  And so I fall from the mountain, 9000 feet down, landing in the valley of reality.  And the truth where there is room for all of us.  Returning back to earth like specks of sand.

[Applause].

Marcie Prohofsky: We got Goldie Locks and Marissa and she adds up to more than just three bears.

[Break].

Marcie Prohofsky:  Welcome back to “A Taste of Sex.”  My name is Marcie Prohofsky and we are here to light your fire and the first person to help do that is a man named Sam.  Sam stirs the One Stroke lube here at OneTaste, which you can buy on our website at www.onetastesf.com and Sam is going to read a piece called “Change of Plans” where he lets us know that he wants it all.

Sam G: Moving from scarcity to abundance I wait.  They will all be done soon and then she will be mine.  We made out a couple of weeks ago and I wanted more, lying in bed next to hers I settle in, I am a patient man, no problem.  But I wasn’t just waiting, I was waiting and planning in the bed of a former research partner, bedmate, lover.  I knew exactly where I was.  Mama didn’t raise no fool, you know.  Reading, listen to laughter I wait knowing.

Hearing her approach the bed she jokes, “Oh look, there is something in my bed, I wonder what it could be?” She slides in, we know each other’s bodies, feeling the heat and desire, I want more, I want it all.  Hearing the voices from next door, I don’t even think twice.  I am here, she is here, she is over there, I was dealt two aces, picked up two more, payday, come to papa.  Knowing that she is supposed to have slept over, knowing that she is supposed to have a sleepover with one of the guys over there.  I think, hey man, snooze or loose, right.  I wanted sex and when it came down to it, I wanted sex.  I thought like it all day long.  My current bedmate is with her female lover and it is getting hot.  I didn’t apologize, I didn’t make any promises, I was taking what I wanted and it felt good.

[Applause].

Marcie Prohofsky:  He takes it with a karate chop, a Jersey karate chop or Manhattan, I can’t remember; New York, New York.  Read all about it, we are actually opening up a center in New York City, imagine that.  It is really extraordinary, OneTaste takes over New York.  All right, we have Jessica.  Jessica stop cleaning the dishes to read us her piece called “Bite.”  With a piece called Bite, you don’t want to hold up the show.  This is about finding pleasure in pain.

Jessica F:  We homed first flying high in the warehouse and then dropping back down, his fingers stroked my clit and then stops.  We float bare for a moment and then we drop back in.  I tell him my insecurities, the voices in my head, the ways that I see him, he looks different to me here.  This angle, this light, somehow more human and more real.  Less of the idea and more of the realty.

I tell him that I am a lot of talk, but when it gets down to it I am pretty scared, afraid of the realty.  How much more messy it is than the ideas or the fantasies.  His body is warm and strong above me.  He is kissing me, biting my neck and my ear.  He takes the lobe of my ear into his mouth and bites.  And his teeth sink deeper and deeper into my flesh and I am trying to be quiet.

It is late in the warehouse but his teeth keep sinking harder into my ear and I can’t keep the sound in.  And the pain is like fire moving from my ear down my neck to my pussy reaching up for contact with his body moving beyond my control, our bodies locked together, the energy high contracts my muscles, my stomach tight as my pelvis pushes forward, I grasp his body as though we are hanging from a cliff.  A cord from my stomach reaches outward toward him and he is biting my neck and oh my god, I can’t believe how hard he is biting me and a flood of wet heat rushes across my tightly contracted body and out of my pussy between legs wrapped around his body like a python and her prey.

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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