Episode 17: Sleepless in Seattle

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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.

The titillating show starts of with Harmony's "Yesterday", a piece about a threesome--he kisses him like in the movies with him pulling her head back, she feels beautiful; and all the while thinking of J on her laptop until...

Alutha, in his diary-style gem about surrendering, exposes his commitment to playing the infinite game of intimacy.

In "Deep Throat", Kerry tells the sizzling tale of her sucking big cock with such explicit detail that is sure to turn-on even the chilliest of listeners! Wow! Hold on tight!

And to top if off we have pieces by Alisha and Jessica that take us to the moon!  Alisha improvises about her recent bondage exploits‹imagine hog shackles, a cane and the mantra I am so grateful. And two women‹meet in Jessica's Sleepless in Seattle to explore the wet depths of their genitals. Mmmmm...!

Transcript

Woman: This program, brought to you by PersonalLifeMedia.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, on an emotional level, on just a raw, raw, raw sensation level. We don’t just write it, we live it.

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.

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Alisha: She grabs the cane, which is one of my favorite toys and she knows this, and she starts to cane him and she insists that with every cane he recites, “I am so grateful. I am so grateful.” He's having a little trouble, she's hitting him quite hard.

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Marcie Prohofsky: All right. So we're going to get started. Harmony! Yehey! This is a piece called “Yesterday” and it's about a spontaneous threesome.

Harmony: He was piercing my ear, “Meet me upstairs in five minutes.” I not coolly, not letting anything show. A few minutes go by, I can't wait a full five and I ran upstairs. He's on his computer, of course. I straddle his lap and pull his head back. We kiss like in the movies and I feel beautiful. He pulls my shirt off and I unbutton his. Now, we're standing and he pushes me down on the bed. I throw him the impact, the bounce. I want to ask him to push me down again harder. I align my back with my head at the foot of the bed. He says, “Jay is trying to ignore us.”

I peek at her upside down through the doorway. She's crawled up on her bed with her laptop. Her blond hair falls in front of her face obscuring her eyes. I smile and wonder if she can hear us talking about her. Does she feel the heat in her face that I feel when I know someone is talking about me? I lean back and suck his cock into my mouth and arch my back and feel it deep in my throat, my chest, my pussy, everywhere. But I think of her.

After a while, I turn over and look up at him, “Do you want to ask her to join us?” He says I should be the one to ask her. I feel myself flush. I want to but I feel stupidly schoolgirl shy and we go back and forth like that for a second like two kids. “No, you ask her.” “No, you ask her.” We're both obviously looking at her now, she can't help but notice. She looks at us looking at her and he says, “Hi” with a soft laugh. She smiles and comes over. Later as I watch him kissing her, I'm enraptured. It's fascinating, they look so good together. My desire for both of them fills my body and I let go in that.

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Marcie Prohofsky: Nice, that was good. Thank you. Alutha! “Opening doors to the infinite game” and this is more surrendering from Alutha.

Alutha: “Opening doors to the infinite game”. Baby and I have moved through so many powerful spaces over the past week. It started with a pair of conversations last Thursday, it continued yesterday. We had lunch on the grass in the nearby park. We went into one of her stock places. She let me hold her energetically and then somehow we were in ritual space. I spoke to her from the body of men saying what her body had yearned for all these years after the energetic scarring with her father.

We went right from that so tender space to meet with an old friend of mine, more intense sensation, pleasure, and intimacy. I was full and my body was buzzing with energy. At dinnertime, I found that my old hometown in Minneapolis had been hit by a bridge collapse. The sensation rose on my body, I've family there. Were they safe? Behind that was a familiar feeling. I am so close to having what I want. Will this take it away by bringing sorrow into my life?

For the first time, I ask Baby to hold me, literally and figuratively. I ask her to spend the night with me. I never ask from this place, from need, from vulnerability. She said yes. Then late in the evening, we navigated our schedules on our desires and needs. We came to bed together and she held me. I struggled a bit to find the way I wanted to be held. We found it together, and then I began speaking.

Words began coming forth, wrap loosely in sensations. I was shocked at how gentle the yielding was. I spoke of old sorrows, many spoken for the first time even to myself. There was no thunder sensation, no crushing roar of emotions, no brutal breaking of walls or gnashing of teeth. I walked into a room of old shadows. The sensations are rising in my body softly like drops on a window sill on a warm summer’s rain. I trusted Baby, I trusted myself. I spoke what needed to be spoken with no attachment in a comfortable bed of compassion, created and shared by the two of us. When I was finished, I told her that I surrendered to her fully and let go again at a deeper level.

This morning we OM together, both the number one, the female OM, and the number two, the male OM. In the six months I'd known her, I'd OMed with her less than a dozen times. It was a huge missing for me. The first OM was filled with heighten tenderness for me. I felt honored to hold her in the space of OMing. I felt her turned on the surface like a dolphin and dip down just below the surface. I was connected to her and delighted. My old concern about having an awakened connection torn from me was there at the end. I was tentative and slightly contracted, but I so enjoyed OMing with her.

In the second OM, the slight contraction was still present at the start but I knew now that I could let go and I did. I quickly felt through lush sensual touch and my cock opened and ripened. In the last third of the OM, the sensation was so exquisite I was in the verge of going over. Her touch was so lush. I'd never receive this much pleasure, never been so opened to it. I wasn't working or struggling. My body was ready to come, and on we went. And as we closed in on the end of the OM, I ask her to squeeze my shaft. Then I asked for her to squeeze it more firmly. She did and instantly I felt the sheet have heat and I spread it out from my cock to my entire body. It felt so good.

It is beginning to dawn on me that the kinds of openings and shifts I desire maybe possible and quietly beautiful shifts that the grotesque openings I feared aren’t necessary. Baby and I have peaked so many times in the past week, so much has opened up for both of us. I keep expecting this way of our expansion to halt, to end and then the next opening comes up and my body, buzzing with energy, wants to meet her, not to get anywhere or conquer anything but simply to honor who we've been for each other. It seems slowly miraculously we're building a house of spirit together or perhaps spirit is building a house of us.

Baby came by this afternoon. She had the copy of Infinite games that I'd lent her to read. She wanted to know if she should put my name in it so it wasn't lost. I took it and wrote “Baby and Alutha’s” on the inside. It is the first thing of ours that we share.

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Marcie Prohofsky: Nice ending. So, great, great book for anybody interested in Infinite game theory which--anybody know what I mean by Infinite game? So there's Infinite game and then there's Finite game. The Finite game is what we grow up most often playing which it has rules, you're supposed to stick by the rules, and if you veer from those and you're cheating and it's about competition and winning, the goal is to win. An Infinite game is more about like really playing and like inventing the rules as you go and collaborating and there's really no goal but to stay in the game. So that’s what we do here at One Taste is we constantly follow the thread of our interests and our challenges and we stay in the game as best as we can. When we fall off we have a group of people that are there to pull us back in and we continue playing.

So I want to introduce one of our favorite players. Her name is Kerry with a piece called “Deep Throat”.

Kerry: This is entitled “Deep Throat”. “Suck my cock,” he insists as he pulls my head back by my hair and forces me down on to his erection. I put the redden member into my mouth and begin to suck him as I grope the base with the free hand. He rips my hand away, “Now deep throat me. Can you do that?” “Hm,” I assent, and take him into my mouth further. He grabs my hair with one hand and pushes my head down with the other until I start to gag then he pulls me back just slightly. “Hm, good,” he growls, “now a little deeper this time.” I go down again slowly. He keeps exacting pressure on my head and pulls me back again just as I gag.

I take him out of my mouth for a moment as he pulls my head up to see me. “Are you OK? Do you like sucking my cock?” he asks expectantly. “Aha,” I nod and he quickly grabs my hair and pushes me back on to his huge dick. He shoves me down just to touch deeper this time and stops. “Breathe, breathe in. Oh, good, good. Now, exhale. Yes, that’s it.” Then he gently pushes me down to touch more. I gag and he brings me back up. I let him out of my mouth again. “That’s a good girl,” he intones, soothingly as he strokes my hair and kisses me softly on the lips before forcing me back down again.

As this continues, I realize how skillful he is maneuvering me to go just beyond my resistance each time then bringing me back at just the last moment and following it with a little word of encouragement, “That’s a good girl” or “You've gone another inch down.” I find myself absolutely trusting him as I surrender to his expert hands. My eyes are tearing, my nose is running. I'm sweating, he's sweating. Saliva is dripping from my mouth, all of it is draining on to his loins and pooling on to the fabric beneath my hands.

He coos into my ear. “I know it's a big cock but you'll be able to take it the whole thing soon.” He pushes me down again. My gag reflex hits me hard. Bile spills out of me and on to his cock. He grabs my head, wrenches my neck back, kisses me violently, oblivious to the disgusting mixture of tears, sweats, snots, saliva, and bile that’s smeared all over my face. It's become surreal, I have no idea how much time is passing. There's only his cock, his voice purring to me in the semi-darkness and my sensations, hair being pulled from the roots, wrenching spasms on my stomach, the taste of his cock and bile in my throat.

My focus is absolute despite no attempt at concentration. All thoughts have vanished and there's no resistance. Fatigue sets in and my throat is too raw to continue. His strong arms drag my limp body up as he gently sets my head down on his chest and my hand on his penis. I'm in awe, not just at how skillful he is or it has unceasingly erective remains, but that I just had a spiritual moment while sucking cock.

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Marcie Prohofsky: Alisha! Ooh! OK, Alisha has a surprise in store.

Alisha: Well, I thought that I'd just improvise and I thought I'd ask the audience for a topic that I could improvise about. Anyone got any ideas? Bondage? Well, there's a large library of scenes in my head which to choose from.

So I'm standing there at attention, as a good assistant would, and I'm waiting for my instructions as the scene starts. She says to me, “Get the hog shackles.” I silently nod and go find them in the large oak dresser. The doors are always hard to get open and I get nervous when I can't get them open fast enough. So I get them open and I'm fumbling with the keys. I know I have to undo it in just the right way and then get them on as quickly as possible. So I get them on and he has to spread his legs wide for me to get them on and I locked them up as quickly as I can. “Good,” she says.

She has some various toys that she's playing with and she asks me to get something in particular and I can't find it. I can't find this one particular thing that she's asking me for and I start to get more, more nervous because I can't find it and she asks me for it! So I'm looking for it and looking for it, and eventually I feel the lag time, I feel the time passing. I haven’t found this one particular toy. Luckily she decides to say to him, “Oh, you've hidden it, haven’t you?” So it's not my fault. I can't find it. So she decides to punish him a little bit because he's hidden one of her favorite toys and I suspect he's done it on purpose.

So she grabs the cane which is one of my favorite toys, and she knows this, and she starts to cane him and she insists that with every cane, he recites, “I am so grateful. I am so grateful.” He's having a little trouble, she's hitting him quite hard and his legs are still spread and he's got to present his ass to her sweetly and with devotion and not cringe back how no matter how hard she gets him. He's having his kind of stuttering and mumbling, he's not quite getting it out. She gets a little frustrated and she's having fun.

So she looks at me and she's like, “Put your hands on the bed.” “OK,” very quickly I do that, I bend forward and she's like, “Now, you listen to Alisha do it. I know she's going to do it perfectly. She's such a good girl.” So she comes over to me and she's got the cane. She starts light tapping, tapping with a slight sting and it hurts and she's getting this sweet spot right where my ass starts to curve down to my thigh. She's tapping lightly and then she says, “Say it, say I am so grateful.” And with every smack, I say one word. So it's like whack!, “I” whack “am” whack “so” whack “grateful”.

She increases the pressure, she increases the intensity from like a one to a five or something like that. With each time, I have to remember to breathe and say it and I'm saying it louder, “I am so grateful. I am so grateful”. My body is getting hotter and hotter and I'm getting more and more turned on and it's such a trip and I enjoy the psychological play of it. Then she stops and she's like, “You're such a good girl. Oh, so good.” She stops and she gently caresses that spot that she's been whacking, really softly, really gently. She's touching it and there's so much prickly sensation, there's so much heat there. Slowly, she bends forward and I can feel the fall of her hair on my ass and so softly, she puts her mouth and kisses me. That’s it.

Marcie Prohofsky: That’s the girl who likes to be whacked! That’s an inside joke. You have to come around in more and play our Infinite game to learn really what I'm talking about. All right, we're going to have Jessica with a piece called “Sleepless in Seattle”. Ooh, what a hot night in Seattle! Oh, boy! Hold on tight.

Jessica: She's naked on the bed. I just came back to the hotel room after a day at the conference. I wear a pink buttoned down shirt, a pinstriped blazer, a short black skirt, and three-inch heels. She's naked on the edge of the bed. I stand in front of her slowly and deliberately, I remove the blazer. My hand reaches forward, my thumb grazes her clits slowly swirling the lobe around the tender flesh. My fingers enter her pussy slowly and stop, pressing against the front wall of her pussy and holding her there. My eyes lock into hers, I don’t speak but she can hear me, “I have you right where I want you. I have you right here, right now you are mine. I am in control.”

I can feel the defiant bottom in her eyes. I know this place. I, too, am a defiant bottom. I don’t move, my eyes hooked inside her and pull orgasm from deep within her body. I begin to move my fingers in and out of her pulsing pussy, moving slowly then faster, eyes locked. “I have you right where I want you.” Ejaculate pools in the palm of my hand as I stroke the walls of her pussy harder and faster with each thrust, my full arm is splashed with her running juices. We peaked, slowly I move in and out until I take my hand out of her pussy, millimeter by millimeter. Eyes remained locked until I lay next to her on the bed, her hand on my chest. I smile at myself, maybe I'm really a top.

Marcie Prohofsky: So 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 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 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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