Episode 31: Unraveled

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Join Robert Kandell as he hosts yet another night of Erotic Open Mic at San Francisco's OneTaste. Erotic expression abounds in this tantalizing episode, as the players take the stage and share their sensual stories and songs.

Listen to Beth's 'Expanded Plan' and learn how a simple sleep over can be transformed into a threesome with an audience. Dental dams, a king size bed, and nail polish are included in the scene. How could these things possibly be related? Listen and find out how.

Kim's 'Throb' is an inspired piece that might as well be called the tell tale throb. Listen as she describes the throb that becomes louder and louder until she can't hear anything else. Can you hear it?

Hear the story of a man pushed to his edge in relationship. Vouerism, jealousy, and wrestling all mix to create an abundance of turn-on in this piece called 'Edges.'

Last is Lauren's sensual serenade 'I own you', a piece adapted from a love letter. Prepare to be swept off your feet with this romantic song.

This episode offers a wide range of expression; there's something for everyone, no matter what your taste. Tune in and wet your palate with A Taste of Sex.

Transcript

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

[musical interlude]

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 Fransisco.

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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[woman singing]: Total complete undoneness is all I need. Total complete undoneness is what you'll give me. I own you. I own you.

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Rob: Greetings everyone. My name is Rob Kindell and I'm here at One Taste in San Fransisco for our bi-weekly open mic night. That's erotic open mic night. We are all being taped for podcasts on the Personal Life Media program. That's personallifemedia.com. Next up-Beth. With a piece on "The Expanded Plan". I'm intrigued. Come on up. Let's see.

[clapping]

Beth: Thank you. Thank you. I have something to say unrelated to my piece first. I talked to.....my heart's beating really fast. I talked to my parents tonight a couple hours ago and they told me that a friend of mine from high school had taken his life. And he was one of the first people that I ever knew that had a kinky side. And he tried really hard to live the normal straight life. And I feel so rededicated to this work that sometimes my mind wants to judge as just side play but its not for some of us its a life. And its imperative that we be able to express these parts of ourselves. So thanks everyone for being here. And I dedicate this to him. And don't worry, this has nothing to do with that. Ok.

So the plan starts as just me and him.A sleepover. Nice. I look forward to our time together and I don't crave it between our trysts. Those are two benefits by the way. It's easy, it's turned on, and there's no bitter emotional aftertaste. Then, a woman who I know he and I are both attracted to asks me for a sleepover that same day for the same night. My brain instantly limits the situation: "Shit! I've already got something planned. I'm just going to have to wait and, crap. I really wish I could.." Oh. Then my pussy power kicks in and instead of "No, I'm taken", I say "Oh, I want to have a sleepover with you too! I have a sleepover with this guy tonight, would you like to join us?" And she's kind of resistant to the idea. And I tell her "Well he just moved in this huge king sized bed into his space." She says "Oh, but I kinda wanted it to be just with you." And she's frowning and my brain once again tries to decide: "Oh, she's going to say no. I asked for too much. It's all about me. She's not gonna let it happen." But then she leans in closer and my body catches it: "Oh, she just wants to be won over!" I promise her that if she doesn't want him involved that we'll just tie him to a chair nearby so he has to watch us make out. So I win her over. The deal is sealed. We have our sleepover with the guy and the girl and me. Great.

Later that night the three of us are caressing each other in bed. We're talking. It's easy. It feels really good. We're friends. I actually feel really grounded and warm and sensuous with them both. Then another woman who, if I'm not mistaken, all three of us are attracted to walks by and asks if she can sit on the bed and paint her nails while we're making out. My brain thinks: "No, its too many people! It's not supposed to be more than three! What will the younger people think? I'm supposed to be setting a positive example. That's so rude. She wants to paint her nails! Get the fuck away!" And yada, yada, yada. Woman #1 says: "Yes, she just wants to connect." So woman #2 joins us. Ok, great.

So I'm lying to the right of woman #1. The dude is on top of the two of us. And we have this really gentle rotation going of just kissing each other. The whole night is going really well. Woman #2 is sitting to the right of my head and I can feel her. She's painting her nails, but also she's involved. So he's kissing me down there. You know what I mean. I've not always been a fan of this. But he's actually winning me over, over time with his consistent enthusiasm. So this is good. Yah, great. It's going well.

Then Woman #3 walks by the bed. "Are you guys going to use a dental dam?" Her voice is so shrill. I feel caught with my hand in the cookie jar. And his mouth is hovering right above woman #1's pussy getting ready to complete the rotation of all of us kissing each other. My brain wants the smooth running machine to keep running. I'm furious at the intrusion. I feel embarrassed and irritated. "Stop! Your bumming my high! I don't want to think about anything like dental dams. I've got my fantasy harem in progress. Go away! I don't want to deal with this!"

All of these thoughts in the span of several seconds. Meanwhile his face is still hovering toward her pussy. Then I snap out of it. I refuse to let my unconsciousness win. I know it costs too much, from experience. I put my hand on his curly brown hair and gently push it away from her pussy. My creativity is limited by my remaining resistance. I just basically repeat what woman #3 said. I ask him: "Are you going to use a dental dam?"

[laughter]

Awkwardness. Silence. The room stopped spinning along so easily as it has been. His jaw gets really tight. It feels like the air got sucked out of the room. He looks slowly around at the four women surrounding him. I start looking around all of a sudden and there are two other people standing in the background watching. It feels like we're on stage under the spotlight. Woman #3 is looking at all four of us on the bed. Woman #2 looks up from painting her nails and asks: "Are you going to use a dental dam?"

More silence. Some stammering "What do we do here?". Pressure. "Oh God, now what?"

Rob: So check out our website for flow charts of that experience. Play by play action. Woman 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. It's like one of those math world problems.

[laughter]

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Rob: Kim, are you ready? Alright. Kim's up next with a piece without a title. Oh, excuse me, its called: "The Throb".

Kim: So I wrote...I totally wasn't expecting to read but then I got jealous when I got here and people were reading so I thought I had to read. So I wrote this after my second "Ohm". I thought my pussy and I were on good terms before. I came into One Taste so hangups were all social and not sexual. Stop snickering. Well apparently my pussy was just humoring me and I had no idea what it really wanted to feel like. I admit it. I doubted the validity of the "Ohm". I doubted it right up to and in fact through the "Ohm" practice last Wednesday, but then the throb hit. It built slowly until Saturday when it got louder and more insistent. And, oh baby, by Sunday it became almost constant. My pussy is beating like a heart. The beat starts in my clit with a warm spreading "Ahhhh", and moves to my core with an answering, pulsating squeeze of "Mmmmm". Over and over the throb of my pussy beats like the heart in my chest keeping me alive in my body. This is no shiver of turn on or hint of desire. This is a call, a demand, a need. A waking giant with a thirst long denied. While grocery shopping, I had to put the hand cart down and lean against the wall because it became so overwhelming. In the middle of conversations I have to stop them and say: "Can you say that again?" because their last sentence was completely drowned out by the volume of the throb. Can you hear it?

[clapping]

Rob: Alright. Leif. You're up next buddy. Come on up.

Leif: Hi, my name is Leif. And this is a piece called "Edges"

"Are you jealous?" She had just told me about another man's cock she was going to suck later that night. Of course we had just processed how I was going to be fucking another girl in a way that she, the girl who had just asked me, could get a turn on from it. To achieve her turn on, she asked me to spank the other girl, on her behalf, while fucking her, and take a picture of it and send it to her. Asking her if she would prefer to hear from the girl herself how it felt: "Yah", she says, "That'd be nice". But only while I was still fucking her.

So where was I?

[laughter]

"Am I jealous? Sure. So here is what I would like you to do. Take a picture of you..." Oh, she had a sleepover that night too. "Here is what I would like to ask you to do. Take a picture of you giving him head and send it to me." That way I can turn my jealousy into heat. Because I know how beautiful she looks when she's hungry. That would be hot. She says "Ok." But only if she could look directly in the camera. "Sure."

"Oh, and another thing. I want you to call me so I can hear you sucking his cock." Eyebrow raised, "Ok" she says. Well, that's about that. Did I mention this meeting occurred just a few hours ago. We look at each other: "Are we done?" No words are spoken. We just look at each other, heat rising between us. She gets up to leave. I grab her and throw her on the bed again. Now I have wrestled a bit in my life and suddenly her and I are giving it everything we have to pin one another down. And she's strong. We grunt, we growl, but mostly it's just silent. As we purge our heat off one another on and off the bed, and for the next 10 minutes we do our best to pin one another down, this is love it its most true form. No words needed. We know how to treat each other and ourselves when we are willing to surrender. Finally, exhausted, we fall on each other. Kissing, biting lightly, and most of all laughing and staring into each other's eyes. Do you want to know what love is? Love? One moment. Love is allowing yourself to grow and getting the fuck out of the way.

[clapping]

Rob: These are very complicated tonight. There's angles and pictures and very complex....very difficult to see things. No. That was great. Alright Lauren. Take us home sister. Borrowed our house band?

Lauren: Lot of new faces here tonight. That's good. So this is actually kind of a new spin for me with songwriting. I normally write my own pieces and Nicole Daedone who is one of the founders of this place is a really wonderful writer. And I asked her if I could play around with one of her pieces so she gave me something that she wrote and this is it. It's a love letter she's written to an unknown subject.

[singing while playing guitar]- What man is a man who's not undone by a woman you ask? As if I'll overlook your reference to me just a woman for there are 3 billion a woman in the world. I'm not that my dear. I am the woman, I am your woman; the one you've referenced all against these years. That one, that one you've searched for. The picture that you check against as you search streets of cities for her. Have you seen this woman until one day in a New York Flat she enters. She's speaks. Total complete undoneness is all I need. Total complete undoneness is what you'll give me. I own you. I own you. I am you. A god will love well his creation. Time passes consumption in your heart. This woman has taken a precedence there you see her in the interior gulping you down. Her [xx] for a time she stakes her claims on your arteries. She pushes you up against the cement wall. Rubs her tongue across your lips like a tattoo gun. I own you. I own you. I am you. A god will love well his creations. Oh yah, this woman will leave you undone a bit, a bit, a bit undone without the widdling of your soul. For there's nothing up it, up it, about me. Total complete undoneness is all I need. Total complete undoneness is what you'll give me. I own you she writes. I own you. I am you she erases. A god will love well his creations.

[clapping]

Lauren: Thank you.

Thank you for listening to A Taste of Sex: Erotic Poetry Reading. For online transcripts of this show, go to personallifemedia.com. And for more information about One Taste and our Erotic Open Mic Night, check out Onetaste.us. Tune in next week for more Tastes of Erotica. Im Marcie Prohofsky and again thank you for listening.

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