Episode 29: Being Seen

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Bob reads 'Being Seen’. Talk about intense. Tied to a post, he holds intense eye contact with his lover as she is inserted from behind by another man.

Stephanie reads a lyrical poem exposing herself as a sensual, explorative lover of women. Her second poem called ‘Ride Me,’ describes a sexual experience with a lover as she is straddled cowgirl style.

In “Wet,” Emmy tells about being turned on, wet, hot and happy and how its almost too much to handle.

Yia reads a detailed, sensory explorative prose of being taken in front of a mirror and how it changes her relationship with herself.

Transcript

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

Male Announcer:  This interview was recorded at the One Taste Center in San Francisco on March 20, 2008.

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Marcie Prohofsky:  Welcome to “A Taste Of Sex, Erotic Poetry Reading”.  My name is Marcie Prohofsky.  Today’s show is recorded live at One Taste, in San Francisco. 

You’ll be hearing prose and poetry from people who are totally willing to share their intimate experiences with you.  Anticipate turn-on and even inspiration.  Here’s a taste from today’s show.

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Female:  I hesitate, then ease his cock into my mouth - the taste of thick liquid, almond honey mixed with seawater fills my mouth.  My throat tightens and opens as I slip him in and out.  I glance down at her body a few feet away from me, curves, skin, flesh tan, beasts jutting forward.

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Rob Kendall:  Greetings everyone, my name is Rob Kendall and I’m here at One Taste in San Francisco for our bi-weekly open mic night, that’s erotic open mic night.  We are all being taped for a podcast on the personal life media program.  That’s personallifemedia.com.

Before we get started, is anyone nervous?  Bob is nervous, Judy is nervous.  Judy is nervous about me and Beth is nervous as well, very nervous.  Great – so we’re going to have some fun – Malcolm is in the back and what is your name again?  Daniel – Daniel is just going to watch.  He’s the voyeur of the crowd so we’ll know how well we’re doing by how much his face lights up. 

And just for the record Liz will not be doing improve tonight.  She will not be doing improvisation so we will not have that on.  And so you can write in and complain about that if you like at [email protected].  Complain about Liz at [email protected].

First up we have Bob with his piece, “Being Seen”.

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Bob:  So I was making out with someone last night and I had this fantasy. . .

Audience Member:  Hi Bob

Bob:   Aaah - Her name is Harmony. 

And this fantasy kept occurring to me and it was one of these fantasies, which was kind of disturbing.  You want to tell your partner but then you say, “What is she going to think if you tell her”, is she going to say, “Do you really want this?”

And then it would sort of pull me out, like I would be making out with her and it would be really hot and the fantasy would come up and then I would kind of lose it a little bit.  So finally I had to tell her. And then I thought well the next step was to tell all of you right?

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Bob:  So, this is a short piece, that’s why I had to put the preamble on it, its called “Being Seen”.

I imagine myself tied to a post watching her.  She’s tall, strong and struts like a cat.  You know how they walk into a room like they own it.  I’m naked and my erection waves in the air begging for attention that I know it won’t get.  She walks across the room to a nameless, faceless man.  Perhaps one day this fantasy will include someone real but for now its just a man.

She taunts me as she bends over and he slides into her.  She watches me.  She sees the emotion play over my face, watches my embarrassment, the blood rushing to my head, my face red and hot. 

Their close to me now, I can see sweat beginning to form on his skin.  Her hair hangs down over her face, she bites her lip.  She is hanging on me now, her face inches away.  Her lips graze mine in rhythm with his thrusts. 

She tells me how good it feels and keeps her gaze locked in mine.  I’m exposed, helpless and seen.

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Rob Kendall:  So fantasy is a wonderful thing to play with. 

Up next – Stephanie.  Are you ready?  Born ready, straight from New York City via Dallas we have Stephanie with “Ride Me.”

I am so mistaken. OK, so Stephanie is correcting us, she wants to play hard to get.  The first one is called  “I Am A Lover.”
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Stephanie:  OK – “I Am A Lover.” 

I do not like relationships, the kind where lovers become obsessive, irritate me and become possessive.  They think they own me; they want to monopolize my time.  They can’t let me be free to experience sexually.  I am a free spirit. 

No agenda for exclusivity, I am exploring my sexuality.  I have let go of my rigidity.  Opening up energetic pathways for connection and perfection in the art of making love. 

I am a lover under cover, looking to discover your wishes and desires in between the sheets.  I want to watch how your body moves to sultry beats.  I want to move with you and feel the heat between our skin.  Let go and let the passion begin.

I am a lover.  I’m honest about my desires.  I will not lie to you nor will I try to deny the chemistry between you and me.  But watch out for my charisma, it might entice you into a ménage a trios.

I like to please and tease, I like to caress and assess the curves of the female body.  I am a lover of women.  I like the soft kisses and nibbles on my neck.  I like the sensation of the palm and soft fingertips caressing me from head to toe.  Let our breath become a synchronous flow, we are one. 

But girl lets still have fun.  Tie me up, take control, be aggressive and expressive. I want to feel my body gripped in your hand.  Demand me, command me, expand my sexual horizons.  Teach me your tricks and licks.  I want this to be an unforgettable experience.

I don’t forget my lovers.  I don’t forget their touch, their embrace, their kiss.  You see I want those memories in which to reminisce.  I am a lover who does not stop loving.  I am an open ear to hear your feelings.  I am a gentle soul and through my hands I will bring you not only pleasure, but healing. 

I am a lover.  I am love.  Love will heal and reveal the stupid ideal you conceal yourself in.  Love is the real deal.  I’m not out to fuck you and the next day pretend I don’t know you.  I want to know everything about you; I want to know how your mind works.  I want to know all your silly quirks.  That way I can appreciate all of your beauty. 

My love is unconditional and non-traditional.  My generosity has no end.  I am here to extend and defend my love.  It is sexually expressive, intellectually progressive, neither oppressive nor obsessive, but definitely impressive.

Please don’t attach to me just because you are a match for me.  I love equally and for that I will not feel guilty. 

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All right, the next one’s called “Ride Me” and I wrote this today about my experience that happened today.  I’m going to embarrass someone here, sorry. 

She is so much more turned on than she has ever been.  I lay on the bed half naked; I whisper in her ear, “Use my body to pleasure yourself.”  She straddles me.  I feel her soft, swollen wet pussy on my skin through her black cotton underwear. 

Her beautiful shiny brown hair, a mess, falls around her face as she looks down on me.  Her big bright luscious smile screams pleasure.  She rocks her lively curvaceous hips, oh so sensually, her clit hungry for contact with my skin. 

I place my hand on her bare stomach and feel her body quake as she continues to ride me, as she gets her stroke from the hardness of my pubic bone.  She is an insatiable goddess.

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Rob Kendall:  Next up we have Emi doing the poem “Wet”

Emi:  Wet and hot, heart pounding, feeling the sweat dripping down my skin.  Pouring and purging, it feels deeply pleasurable.  I am turned on; the feeling is almost too much.  I take a drink – cold water carves its way through my hot being.  I am wet and so happy.

This is the yearning I have been wanting for in my sex.  The desire to be hot and dripping in sex, in heat.  Whenever I don’t reach the place of hot exhaustion I feel disappointed.  The sensation of melting, my nose is running.  The sensation of melting, melting from the inside, dripping from the outside.  I am hot and happy.

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Rob Kendall:  Here she is, Yia will be speaking about a piece called “Her”.

Yia:  “I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror”, I tell him.  He smiles and we walk over to the sliding closet mirror.  Naked bodies glimmer in the light coming from the bathroom.  We look at the naked bodies in front of us, eyes lock and smile. 

I look at her and we greet each other in a smile.  I feel shy, she looks confident.  He bends me over, legs spread, pussy wet and ready to receive his cock.  He slips inside and moves in and out of me, slick, open pelvis.  My breath catches in my throat, breathing shallow and hard.  Warmth spreading across my pelvis up to my chest, my cheeks.

She looks at me, passion, desire, raw and something unfamiliar, hunger.  I catch his eyes, his face, his flushed face swimming deep in sex.  His blue-gray eyes now a smoky lust.  His eyes demanding.

Strong arms stand me up straight and pushes me down to kneel in front of him, in front of his proud, hard cock.  Fear catches in my throat for a split second, preceded by excitement.  I hesitate, then ease his cock into my mouth – the taste of thick liquid, almond honey mixed with seawater fills my mouth.  My throat tightens and opens as I slip him in and out. 

I glance down at her body a few feet away from me.  Curves, skin, flesh tan, breasts jutting forward, the curve of her back arched in, neck long and proud, shoulders strong.  I catch her eyes, ahhh eyes squeeze and I look away.  My body bursts open and shakes, tears burn my eyes, my throat tightening around his cock. 

Shame, guilt, who is that woman?  Who is she, beauty?  Beauty takes over my body, she takes over, shaking, tranced, our bodies merged into one.  Her hunger with my shame, her desire with my guilt, her confidence with my shyness. 

The impact racks my body.  Tears burst open and I release, crying.  He is unsure of what to do.  He stands me up and takes me away from the mirror, away from her.  “No” I scream silently, leave me with her. 

We walk over to the bed, I’m sobbing and he’s asking me if I’m hurt.  No words come out.  “Were you hurt, is it too much?”  “Did it make you feel dirty?”  Dirty, I nod my head.  “Did it make you feel like a slut?”  I can’t even say the word.  He laughs. 

He takes me back to the mirror, to her, and kneels me down, his cock in my hand.  I take him in full, feeding myself with his flesh.  His courage inside my mouth, I glance back at her, looking at her fully in the eyes, not turning away.  She looks back at me and says hello.

She is gorgeous, her eyes a deep rich black and knows the depth of desire, of hunger, of power.  She tells me to eat, that its ok to eat.  My chest bursts open again and my body shakes and I cry.  This time I keep his cock in my mouth.  I keep feeding, listening to her urging me to continue and I’m transfixed by her beauty. 

She takes his cock in her mouth, my throat opens and expands to allow him to enter the back of my throat, gagging.  I can’t breath.  I breathe through his cock as she takes him in deeper.  Water, nourishment pours into my body and feeds every cell, every corner of my soul. 

My mouth takes him in like a hungry lioness sucking and eating him.  His cock becomes my food and I can’t get enough.  Aaaah!  Tears falling, snot dripping, my throat opens to receive deeper.  My body is shaking and convulses.  Her hand grips his cock, his balls.  My body rises up and down, strong waves knocking me back and forth.  She takes him in and I swallow him.  My hunger is out, she is out and eating and feeding like never before. 

He stands her up and bends her over the seat, legs spread and slides into me.  I look at her full on in the mirror.  Her face is soft in ecstasy.  I moan with each thrust of his cock.  Mmmm, a deep seed is being implanted.  A deep seed is being released into the core of my being, of my body.  It ignites a fire that spreads deeper and wider throughout my body.  She is sexy and sensual and beautiful. 

Our eyes lock, she is fucking me, I am fucking her. She is feeding me, I am eating her.  Wave after wave of light and heat washes through my body and I see her rocking back and forth with each wave.  We dance together as one; my body feels like a heated balloon being filled up.

“How does it feel?” he asks. “Like a woman” she says, but no words come out of my throat.  As though in uttering them they become real and take form.  She carries the power of a lineage of cortisons and geishas and sex and woman and power.  I am woman, I am sex. 

He thrusts in her over and over and my pussy eats and eats with no apology.  She stares back at me with no apology.  Hunger and satisfaction explodes from her eyes.  She has no shame, no guilt about her sex. 

I reach out and touch her, our hands meet.  “Who are you?” she asks me.  Woman.  “Who are you?”  Child.  “Who are you?”  Power.  We speak through our bodies, our voice an ecstasy.  We speak through the desires in our eyes.  We’re locked in a trance, transfixed, captivated by each other. 

Pure heat, light and pleasure swims and crashes in my body, in her body, in his body.  A dance of identity between me and her.  We ride higher and higher, no boundaries, no end, no beginning, no walls, just pure hunger and desire. 

He is deep in me, pumping faster, her knees shaking, liquid lava pouring over us, shooting out of my nipples and my pussy and explodes.  Her face screams out in ecstasy, a deep sultry voice escapes my lips as we lock eyes.  My heart explodes in a rain dance. Waves washing down from my heart and up from my pussy, meeting in the middle and crashing and merging into one.  Pussy eats and takes him in, death grips on his cock holding him in place, we linger down slowly, catching our breath, heart pounding.

I lay down, child’s pose on the seat.  He collapses on top of me and we catch each other’s eyes in the mirror, back from our journey.  I look at her in the mirror, at myself in the mirror, my face soft and tender.  Years stripped away from my face.  It is the face of a woman merging into her youth, the face of a child claiming her a woman. I’m in love with her. 

Thank you.

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Female Announcer:  Thank you to listening to “A Taste Of Sex, Erotic Poetry Reading.” For online transcripts of this show go to personallifemedia.com. 

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