Episode 14: Sauna Mind

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Marcie Prohofsky hosts this turned on evening of erotica at OneTaste™ Urban Retreat Center, an innovative laboratory researching connection in San Francisco’s South of Market Neighborhood. This episode will leave you feeling like you have spent the last hour in a sauna. Your skin will feel hot. Your breath will labor and your minded will be clouded with steamy desire. This episode will provide you with sweet distraction for the remainder of the day.

Ken leads with "High Sensation", a piece reminding us how the five senses build raging desire. The sight of a delicate hip curve sends touch into imaginary anticipation. The smell of her sweet scent sends his tongue into longing. Her taste on his lips floods his system with warm electricity. The sound of her intimate whisper activates all of his animal power -- he is consuming her in every way possible.

Judy offers "Reconnect" and reminds us that the underside of romantic love is a cocktail of jealousy and hate. Reconnecting with an old "love" in bed with his new "love" seems like the actions of an emotional suicide bomber. Or does it? In fact Judy takes us on a courageous ride through her soul. Her awareness narrates the scene with brutal honesty. She inspires us with her willingness to feel everything. She transforms the emotional tension into turn on with one kiss on her neck. Judy loves the human condition.

Virgie Tovar (a she) delivers "Milking Cow". This piece could only have come from the mind of a real breast fetishist. Virgie builds an elaborate, taboo fantasy that will melt your intellect. This story involves a woman with heaving breasts who needs to be used by men. Whether you are a man or a women, your nipples will ache with pleasure after this piece. If I try to describe this piece with any more detail I won't get anything done the rest of the day.

That's all for now. Please remember to drink lots of water after listening to this episode.

Transcript

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

Marcie Prohofsky: I want to welcome all of you to Erotic Open Mic. This is a show called “A Taste of Sex, Erotic Poetry and Letters to my Pussy”. This is a show in collaboration with Personal Life Media and you can check out all of the show, the whole archive of this show and a bunch of other incredible shows including two other programs that we at One Taste create. You can go to PersonalLIfeMedia.com. You can also find our materials on iTunes. It’s called a podcast.

I think this show’s like got some incredible ratings, apparently. That’s what I hear. So, thank you all for making that happen.

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Ken: Then my eyes caressed their way to her chest, feeling the curve of her breasts, sensing the firm roundness of them, already feeling her nipples on the tips of my fingers.

Marcie: The first half of the day, I was pretty spacy and scattered and couldn’t really get like from A to even B without getting distracted and I was getting irritable. Then, I shifted the gears from computer work to work here in our kitchen, and that was really fun! I actually could I get present to each moment and grounded again and realized that there’s such a great resource in just those little slow experiences that we have. What we call Slow Practice here at One Taste.

Our first reader is Ken and – what is your piece called, my dear? Oh, it’s called High Sensation and how the five senses play out in the art of seduction.

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Ken: Well, if I can add something about Slow Practice. In Tai Chi, when you’re beginning to learn how to move, it’s about expressing range. So, the beginning, you’ll move slow to feel the connection more deeply. As you get used to that connection, then you’ll speed up and you’ll see faster movements. So, that’s how look here, that’s Slow Practice is mean deeply grounded in the fundamentals as well as what Marcie offered.

High Sensation. I feel her with my eyes first, her dark hair flows sensuously towards her shoulders, catching my eye framing her face. The vision warms me. I feel the sensual heat that shines up from her face and her beauty turns me on, excites me. I get a visual hard on. The way her nose fits so delicately on her face. The way her eyes burn with intensity and curiosity. I have a sudden sensation of her seeing my erect cock throbbing and how she would react.

Then my eyes caressed their way to her chest, feeling the curb of her breasts, sensing the firm roundness of them, already feeling her nipples on the tips of my fingers. Her small waist fits neatly into a curving hips, the contrast accentuating the pleasure I feel in my eyes. I stretched the image, thinking of how my hands will feel slowly and deliberately gliding the palms of my hands along her belly, savoring the flow of her hips. Hips, shaped into round firm glue sweetly and sensuously curvy. I imagine pressing myself against her from behind, feeling my naked cock throbbing against her with each heartbeat, her soft skin warm and inviting, her legs thick and strong drift marvelously into her hips, completing the initial picture.

I savor the view and the sensation of pulling that emanate from the sun of my chest as I look at her, a gentle pulling that grows into a line of swelling and tingling as it connects with my crotch. The anticipation of satisfying my desire to touch her makes me giddy. I can’t think straight. Fuck! When is the time to think like this?

I look at her eyes as I bring lips closer to hers, savoring the moments as the sensation transitions from visual to tactile. My eyes are closed. I feel an electric thrill as I instinctively licked my lips and pressed lightly and then more firmly into her lips. I feel like a sexual snake as my lips, and then my chest, hands, pelvis undulatingly pressed into her. I struggle with my desire to ravish her right now, sensing the time was not right to relinquish her control of my sexual intensity. For now, the slow stroke will have this time.

I feel the fullness of her breasts pressed against me, her nipples against my skin, creating electric shivers against my cock while her lips open and her tongue reaches out to mine. I feel the hot exhale of her breath, a smallest cinnamon scent of her breath. So close we are now. I smell the oils on her skin and the fragrance of her hair. I feel my heart beat faster. I caress her firmly with my hands from shoulder to lower back to the ample curve of her sensually refined ass. I feel my belly touching her skin. I feel her pubic hair touching my cock, rough and pleasurable. I can feel her wetness against my cock.

The heat of her sends another delicate shiver through me. I can feel the muscle and sinew of her against me. It feels like she’s inside my body and I'm inside of hers – lips, tongues, skin, nipples, cock and pussy rhyme and dance together. I feel my muscles energized, every movement of my body feels like the earth’s shifting. I hear her breath. She is panting and moaning. As the sound touches my ears, I feel another shiver of energy move through my body, transforming myself and settling into my cock. All five senses are engaged. The ride has just begun.

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Marcie: This next piece is by Judy. She runs our Erotic Journaling here at One Taste and she has a piece that she’s reading for us called “Reconnect”.

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Judy: I must sleep on the sofa in the Media Room when I sensed him next to me. I half opened my eyes to see him slip off my shoes. I muttered, “You don’t have to. I'm fine.” He ignores me, sliding one arm under my back and shoulder, the other over my waist to pick me up. I put my arms around his neck and lean my head into his chest. He places me on the bed, unbuttons my shirt, pulls it over my head and I slip under the covers.

I am lying next to him and I can feel the negotiations of our minds. His hand caresses my shoulder and arm. I lay still, one hand resting on his chest, my thumb making slight movements, up and down. We are sweaty, warm and turned on. Contractions roll to his belly and nearly simultaneously, the energy runs through me. This is the first time in three and a half months that we have been like this. For three and a half months, my brain has argued with itself over how to handle this relationship. The struggle with how to detangle a three-year history of love, sex, romance, expectations, attraction, hopes, delusion, dependencies, and what I also believe, is true friendship.

On some days, determine to force him out of me, I ignored him. I cast dirty looks and thoughts his way. I hated him for the way he treats women, for how he uses his power against them and for hooking yet another one. I also hated him for dropping me. I hated that he could transfer his attentions so easily to someone else. Mostly, I hated myself for being caught in the web and for not knowing how to get out. Another days, I woke up feeling pure love for this person who’s been my almost daily companion on this journey of self-discovery. I was grateful for a friendship that was made of such wrestling so that I could learn and experience so much.

She lays next to us and they begin talking. My body interrupts, crying out and pushing him. I feel like someone pizzazz, like there’s someone in control that is not me, some communication has made that I miss. She turns away, wrapping herself in a sheet, her slight body turns so that I see the smooth runway of her spine. I hardly know her, and yet, she has been a significant part of my experience for three and a half months. She’s the latest in a long line of nemesis I’ve created through this man. I like to report that I done better this one. I’d like to say that I’d seen through my jealousy to the person, to the young woman who was pleasant, sharp, a bit scared and only what’s left.

Unfortunately, I cannot. She, like all the others, represented a threat. If I let her in, I would have to admit defeat. And, if I admit defeat, then that would confirm that I was not enough, not enough to have what I want, not enough to succeed in this world, not enough to know love. So instead, I turned her into enemy. The problem of her became a thick knotted ball of yond that I tried daily to unravel. For a long time, it seems that it would never come undone. But sometime in the past few weeks, it began to unwind, small bit by small bit. I talked to her. I gave her advice. I stood up for her in a meeting. I accepted her hugs.

So here we are now, the three of us in bed, in a situation I cannot help but think we all imagine before. He urges me to kiss her. I say, “I don’t know what to do.” The usual fears of rejection are here. What if she doesn’t want it? What if she just wants me to go away? What if my lips are unwelcome to her? I begin with her neck, pressing my mouth until I feel that it is OK, that she is willing. I then take my hand and slowly turn her face towards me, her eyes closed, her lips turned up in a half smile. I leaned down, lips meet lips and animosity dissolves, at least, for one moment.

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Marcie: We have an incredible guest here. Her name is Virgie Tovar, and she’s a published erotic writer. She’s been featured on the Playboy Channel and she’s here gracing us with her hot tale called “Milking Cow”. So, let’s give it up for Virgie.

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Virgie Tovar: So, I'm actually going to be on Playboy Radio this Monday, five, if you’re interested. You do have to subscribe, unfortunately, (++) sadly. But anyway, I am a breasts (++). I have been since the age of four which was when I was officially weaned.

Male: What does your t-shirt says?

Virgie: My t-shirt says, “Nipples, breakfast of champions.” I made this shirt. Yes, it’s delicious. So, I just got my book published. This is my first work. I have been involved in the sex community for a while. I started teaching sexuality at UC Berkeley while I was a student there and had a radio show about sex on Free FM for a few months. I'm a phone sex operator and I teach felicio classes as well as G spot simulation and erotic self discovery. So it’s kind of my mini resume.

I'm going to be reading from my book which is called “The Destination DD”. These are my boobies, love them. I have a huge repertoire of very exploitive, naughty, nasty fantasies and they’re not sort of – I often wish that I have lovely dovey, very soft and sensual fantasies, but in fact, they do not. I like to rub my clit very hard thinking about very dirty things.

So, this one is called “Milking Cow” like I said. It’s more of their fantasies that I'm part of and fantasies that I project on to imaginary people. This is one of those half and half actually. Half fantasies about these happening to me but the characters is not really me in the story. So, here we go.

From her most tender of years, she possessed this sort of huge breasts that subjected her to constant derision. She reveled and unsavored the title to teasing in usual excitement and delight, a tingle between her thighs. She would often lie in bed, rolling about, pushing herself up into her petite hand as she recalled the chancing, “fatty chicken chest” and her favorite, “milking cow”.

At times, she fantasized about being locked into a chair or a bed on one side of a wall made of wood that separated her from another small room. The wall in her imagination had two smooth holes that are drilled into it into which her large breasts fit perfectly. Any number of man, scores of them, would gather on the other side of the wooden wall, fondling and pinching her and sucking her nipples, flicking them, biting them, spanking her big tits as she squirmed and moaned and was unable to get away.

As she became older, her childhood imperfection became the envy of every girl and the lust object of every boy. Wherever she went, she allowed any requesting party a prolonged grope along fondling or tit fuck, although she likes this the least. There were times when men and boys would simply name the hour and location, inviting her to alleys, abandoned school yards and public restrooms. To all of them, she obliged, for nothing pleased her more than being used in this completely inappropriate way.

She became quite infamous. Some evening, she would become so engulfed in the pleasure, her big tits gave men that she barely noticed when their bare cocks had made their way into her big slippery pussy. She would gazed down at them, mesmerized by the look and sensation. They often liked her big tits dangling pendulously in their faces as they lay beneath her. But some others like to lay their heads in her lap, as if they were her infants. Suckling them brought her a deep satisfaction as if this were her life’s purpose.

Eventually, she became pregnant. Because she was young and inexperienced in the ways of motherhood, at least, it was resolutely decided by her mother that she would put the young darling up for adoption. What remained, however, made her all the more popular, even huge breasts filled with warm creamy milk.

She retained a regular group of admirers and even managed to gather a few new curious parties. She found that some of the younger boys were put off by how matronly her lactating breasts had become, reminding them perhaps too vividly of their need for the breast not so long ago. And though she preferred the younger and firmer boys – for she was quite young and firm herself – she found that the older men appreciated her newfound attribute all the more and feasted feverishly as often as they could escaped their jobs down the lees or other obligations. She needed this attention so deeply that she can entertain even those who were the age of her own father. Overcoming her initial repudiation, as their famished mouths engulfed her thick nipples.

Her favorite were the men who would begin slowly, kissing every inch of her breasts flashed through her thin sweaters, pulled taut over her big Jags, their lips and tongues slowly traversing to the Mecca. Her large distended nipples that since birthing, had grown to resemble the tip of two thumbs up to the knuckle. Their tongues would rub through the material, feeling her fat erasers quickly engorged and begin to create dark white spots where her milk was being released. It was all they could do not to turn around her back and pump her full of sperm.

She’d slowly begin to unbutton her little pastel sweaters, her massive memories dwarfing the size of her delicate hands. Each button exploding open with their mounted tension until she sat there, sweater open and her large nursing bra barely containing the overflowing tit meat. The tops and bottoms that are swelled bra busters pop precariously out from her undergarments, the milk made the material translucent, making visible the color and texture of her puckering areolas and massive bumpy tips nipples. Their mouths were wet and hungry and she much enjoyed grabbing the backs of their heads, pulling them into her breasts as if they were dolls. Their faces would make their way into her tit denting the flesh, her nipples move with their own momentum, and when she plucked them from their hungry mouths that eagerly drew them in, they bounced like small springs. They were perpetually erect and perpetually causing erections.

Her nipples became even larger and thicker and the milk flowed steadily, filling the mouths and the bellies of her men, to the point of overflowing. She was able to accommodate at times, four men in one day. On the evening that she was exhausted, she was sure she can handle another mouth-sucking greedily on her tits, she needed only the (++) exultations for her arousals to be renewed. She came to notice as her encounters increased in frequency and as her nipples acquired firmer and more insistent attention, that a few of those she’s (++) are capable of satisfying her.

On a warm afternoon, she came across a man she hadn’t seen before. He was quite tall with a friendly face. His body was taut and solid, his hair almost completely gray. Because he admits his career in retail, she was quite used to being friendly and accommodating to all she encountered. He introduced himself politely, handing her his card, his eyes (++) deep inviting cleavage as she filed it away in her purse. “Call me whenever you want and I’ll be happy to share your company,” he said, crossing her arms full of bust and leaning forward, she agreed with a tender smile.

After a few phone calls as well as a few breast sessions, he quickly noticed her nipples need for harsh treatment. She gushed and gush juice all over his submerged cock as he teed on the teety toys that had grown to nearly an inch in length. She could withstand hours of this sort of treatment. There were times when he would, at her request, slowly close the drawer of his desk on her nipples, carefully pushing it close as the pliable nipple tissue was squeezed with pleasure pain. He also found that she enjoyed having nipple clamps attached to her nipples and being led around the house as much as she found pleasure in his pleasing tiny rubber bands tightly around the base of each nipple, leaving them on for hours at times, or full day.

After several weeks, he invited her on a day trip to a small ranch that his family owns. She excitedly agreed. After some hours of driving made interesting with several blow jobs and ample fingering, they pulled into the private driveway that led to the farm. He quickly ended both of their seatbelts and dragged her across to him by the waist. She wasted little time and pulled her tight white baby tee over her melon, and then once with motion pulled her huge bra cups down under them, creating a sort of trap. The force of the material pushing towards each other against the flesh of the tops and bottoms of her tits. She loved the way they look jutting out like two overstressed orbs.

As he licked, sucked and bit and tugged her fat nips, he would free his mouth only to tell her of how big her nipples were, had they were big, long, nasty udders that needed to be pumped like she was a milking cow, that her slutty milk jugs have been used by every man in town. She squirmed and squirted milk as she vigorously pumped his cock with her hand, his fingers deep inside of her supping, convulsing snatch right as her pussy muscles began to tighten as her molars clenched the spongy tip pacifier, he stopped short.

Leading her out of the car, frustrated and horny, he didn’t allow her to cover her tits again as they made their way up the three-mile trail to the farmhouse. They would intermittently stop as the dribbling from the heaviness of her big milkers became so profused as to threaten soaking her skirt completely. He’d run up ahead pausing to watch her trot to catch up, reveling in the milk squirting and splaying as her tits bounced in time with the movements of her feet. When she got close, he grabbed on to her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers and walk backwards, leading her by the nipples.

He reached the farmhouse before her. Once she arrived, she heard him speaking to a man and proceeded to the doorway cautiously, unsure of what this man would think of her big, exposed tits and moist skirt. He stopped their conversation briefly to seek her out and bring her inside. She’s stood now between two men, one her companion and the other, he quickly stipulated, his father.

Her companion and his father picked up chairs and seated themselves on either side of her, continuing their casual conversation, ignoring her somewhat until the both nearly simultaneously took each of her nipples into their respective mouths. The chattering turned to silence as she stood there shocked, yet tinglingly aroused. They sucked hungrily, lengthening her gum dropped, and she noticed his father stared up at her as he sucked with the force of a machine, drawing milk from her one nipple with an incredible strength and bigger.

They both began to massage and finger her cunt, and her legs became like liquidish. She was drained. The only sounds that could be heard were those of the suctions of lips intermittently interrupted with loud smacking, the sounds of salivating lips popping out the tips of her nipples, only to be taken in again. The rippled suction of their mouths wrapped around areolas and the sound of their fingers wiggling in her hole. Her cunt has always been able to produce an unusual amount of juice requiring her to change her panties two to three times a day.

Now, the father’s fingers are deep inside of her with ease, making the nasty wet sound that she so enjoyed. They sucked and pulled with their mouths as their untouched erections grew. The suction came to an abrupt end as the father turned to the son and said, “She’s ready now. Let’s get started.”  Befuddled and cluttered with extreme arousals, she followed them further into the property where father, placed around her neck a collar with a bell attached. He began unzipping her skirt. It fell to the ground, and then he removed her (++) and panties, allowing his cheek to graze her left breast and nipple as he slid them off. He took her by the back of the neck, firmly placing her on her hands and knees. “You look like a little milk cow with your big udders hanging like that.” And indeed, with her breasts as huge and heavy as they were, they nearly graze the earth below them. “I like milking cows. They give a lot of milk and don’t complain.”

He continued to talk as he led her to the large machine with long plastic tubes attached to it. Squatting next to her, he brought two of the tubes close to her and grab the base of each of her tits as he attached the suction of the device to her big nipples. Once he had finished, he returned with the machine and switched it on. A jolt or something like electricity shot instantly from her nipples all the way through her clit, having already on the edge with the earlier excitement, she arrived and squirmed, coming in seconds of the onset of the suction.

She watched her milk make its way down the tubes, filling the machine. They sent ripples of aftershocks to her body. Her eyes closed with concentration and ecstasy. She did not even see where they have gone, nor did she care. She was truly a cow now, and a satisfaction filled her and as her milk filled the machine. These two stood behind watching her arched back push her ass and an engorged libia in the air in plain sight, her hips gyrated and wiggled and the wetness of her pussy glinted in the sun every couple of seconds. The creaminess of her skin was almost palpable and the glow of her flesh made them hungry.

Father was the first to walk up to her and slide his huge rod deep inside of her pussy, pumping in and out, listening to the bell around her neck chimed with each hard thrust, watching her nipples pumped as he rubbed the soft skin along the underside of skin of her breasts. The two men switched places after several minutes, and then they swayed. Her huge nipples and pussy were pumped all afternoon and she had never been happier.

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Marcie: So, you’ve had a full experience? 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 One Taste Urban Retreat Center in San Francisco and Personal Life Media. To contact us, please send us an e-mail 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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