Episode 34 - Cooking Up Something Hot

Transcript

Announcer: This program is intended for mature audiences only.

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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.

The want overpowers. My heart pounds, my breath loud and heavy. I know she wants to.

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Welcome this is a Taste of Sex. This is our erotic poetry evening, erotic open mic and my name is Marcie Prohofsky and welcome to this evening’s rendition of some hot turned on writings.

I want to begin the evening with Rob. This is a piece called I cover her eyes. Rob is our amazing improvisational artist so hold on tight.

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Rob: Hi my name is Robert and this is improvisation.

Three strangers in a bed.
Not strange to each other or to themselves but to each other.
 
Three in a room with a very large chasm to cross.
Crossed arms, sensation rising, skin touching, feeling, wanting not knowing what to do next.

It’s like a high school dance, trying to cross the boundary to say, “Hey do you want to go back and forth? Do you want to dance?”
That unknown tension, desire growing, heat rushing.
The sensation in my fingertips, I don’t know what to do next, she doesn’t know what to do next, she doesn’t know what to do as well.

Three strangers in bed, arms intertwined and crossed.
My back to my back, her back to my stomach, her stomach to her stomach.
What to do next.
“I’m shy, she says” so I cross over my hand and cover her eyes with mine and she reaches in for a kiss.
Three strangers in bed.

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Marcie Prohofsky: It’s always a little strange around here. Stephanie, hmmm… can we hear you’re long awaited kiss?

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Stephanie: As we lay next to each other I feel my body tremble and every muscle orgasms, just anticipating her hand on my body.
I inch in closer to her and feel her heat dance with my own.
She places her hand on me, oh so cautiously.
Scared to let her full desire take charge, I gasp when she touches me.
Her hand low on my stomach, palm full stretched fingertips reaching for more of me.
Reaching to feel how wet I am, to feel how bad I want her.
She does not go there.
It has been a long while since she went there.
“Let go and be free in this moment with me, forget anyone else exists”, I say out loud.
In my head I’m thinking, too much talking, too much thinking, just fucking kiss me.
So much hesitation, the want overpowers.
My heart pounds, my breath loud and heavy.
I know she wants to.

So I ask for her to kiss me.
I wait for her to come into me.
Nothing is holding me back, but her resistance is torturing.
Slowly her face is guided in by her lips as she inches in to me.
Her lips in front of mine, not touching.
Bolts of electricity leap across.
I breathe her in, I breathe in her desire, her hesitation, her soul.

My hand lays over her heart and grips her shirt and draws her in.
I gently graze her lips with mine.
Holy fuck I’ve missed these lips everyday I have not kissed them.
79 days to be exact.
They are full of sensual passion, full of heat that sends chills down my spine and jolts into my stomach.
I want deep kisses.

She won’t give me that.
The other girl’s keeping her from letting go.
She does not want to betray her.
This feels like an affair.
It fucking is an affair, who am I kidding?

I feel like my body is being shocked and I can’t touch the ground.
I need that deep kiss to send the electricity through her body.
So she feels my fire.

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Marcie Prohofsky: Welcome, welcome to every, everyone and especially the new people in the audience. It’s great to have you here. Let’s give a warm welcome to Robbie. This is a piece called “Eye of the Tiger”.

Robbie: My first erotic poem.
It’s a little scary and all so I’m just going to have grab my big hairy balls.
Deck the halls with heat and fire.
Build a steaming volcano of hot, burning, erupting consuming desire.

Women I can already feel your wave expand.
Aching to be touched by my masculine, sensuous and sensitive hand.
Can you feel me in your thigh?
Can you feel me in your third eye?
Or in the center of your chest where your heart beats, aye, aye, aye Poppy?

You don’t have to tell me, I know you’re going to lie.
I already hear it in your soft, deep, longing sigh.
Don’t be alarmed if I smack on your bubbly, bumpy, swervey, curvy, lusciously worthy, velvety ass.
It’s just to keep you in line and let you know we’re going to have a blast.

For in my I know is the eye of the Tiger.
It’s what you want to fill your fire.
Take you higher.
Love your liar.
Handle your mire and take you to a place where you will call me sire.

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Marcie Prohofsky: Hey sire, thanks for playing. You found you’re people here or we found you, great.

So, Justine… [purrs like a kitten] She gets very shy and slinky, sexy as she saunters. Advice to the Chef, Oh I can’t wait.

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Justine: Advice to the Chef.

“Hey Justine”, he says, sauntering in from the kitchen in that way that he does.
Hey Justine in her come fuck me boots.
I look up from my computer with a cool smile and place my hand on his chest.
“Didn’t seem to work with you”, I say referring to a very sleepy night we’d spent together earlier in the week.

“Oh, really” he smirks, “let’s change that”.
I stand up and he grabs me, bending me over and pulling me to the bathroom.
Suddenly I feel like captured prey.
Willing captured prey.

In through the door and I hear the firm click of the lock behind us.
Laughing, shaking, pushing we’re up against the wall.
Mouths and hand furious.
My back against the light switch knocks it off and we are in pure darkness.

I pull at his belt and quickly wrap my fingers around the buttons of his jeans.
Running hands down stomach to find a hard cock tucked into his body.
Suck, I think.
I get down on the cold concrete floor and slide my lips over the warm, soft skin.
I think of candy, pacifiers, fudgescicles.
I want it all.

Pulling further and further into my mouth, feeling the round end pound against the back of my throat, filling me beyond full.
Convulsions shake through my body.
He looks down and whispers, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, yes”.

Hands up against the wall, yes, yes.
Then face hot, body vibrating, pulling clothes back into place he looks up.
“You know there was a reason I came over to see you?”
“How many cups of rice do you think I should make for lunch?”
“Four”, I reply, “And by the way you should come for advice more often.”

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Marcie Prohofsky: [laughs] I see your version of a cookbook called, “Advice from the Chef” sizzling hot with Justine. Mmm, yum so kind of feels like, like a honey naptime right now.

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So, we’re going to take a break.

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Marcie Prohofsky: Ahh, alright I’m going to read a piece.

You attention whore, he stands there flailing his arms in the air doing a very obtuse imitation of me.
I can’t tell, is he angry?

Then I catch his eyes.
My pussy flares, my stomach contracts.
Yes hello, I’d like to introduce you to my anger.
I almost laugh.

I’m also scared.
I’m also swimming at the edge of what I can hold.
I want to kill him.

I breathe under water tossed.
I splash up and grab some air and there I reside, observing.
He is in something bigger than the moment when I felt his embarrassment swell in 3D double vision, Technicolor.

You called her a stupid bitch because she unplugged the router?
That was mean.
An hour in his tantrum that I’ve never seen before later,
Approaching the glass door to their bedroom I see him peek over the horizon of curves.

His bashful, puppy dog eyes, tail between his legs beckoning my hello.
I enter.
She turns towards me and I sit down beside her.
He proceeds with his apology for his contorted expression of his anger.

I tell him how I want to see him express himself.
I tell him how loveable he is.
Our eyes moisten.

She tells something to tell me.
He covers his ears.
I instruct him to add, la la la la la.

He starts sucking on her breast.
I hear her body, not my breast, my pussy.
She says, “Tell him how to do it”.

I begin, lick her.
He surrenders to my guidance and I slip into my ruby slippers.
He starts sucking on her breast.
I hear her body, not my breast, my pussy.

 

She says, “Tell him how to do it”.
I begin, lick her.
He surrenders to my guidance and I slip into my ruby slippers.
He pulls the sheets back as he descends down to her pussy.

Dark hair swirling, loose and close the fair skin of her mound.
He reaches his hands around the tops of her thighs and places his mouth on her lips.
Move her hand around her thigh and pull her hood back.
Expose her clit.
Yes, put pressure on her mound.

Oh, oh there it is.
Lick her there.
Oh, I feel the shot through my stomach to my pussy.
Her stomach contracts fast, ridging.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Shivers in my labia boomerang.
He licks fast, fast, fast, fast.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

I touch her breast and press my hand down her chest through her belly.
Press out; push out, like you’re fucking his mouth with your clit.
Her head cranks back.
Her stomach ridges taught.

He licks.
Suck her labia like their testicles.
Put the whole thing your mouth.
I balloon; my pussy on a helium tank fills in an instant.

[sucks in]
Slow, slow, slower.
Lick her slower.
Soften your tongue.
Yes, soften it and lick from the base of her pussy all the way up.

All the way.
Start lower, soften.
Oh, oh your tongue it’s so sexy.
[sucks in]
My pussy fills.

I ask her what she wants.
Two contracts and ah, ah, ah and she opens her eyes and directs me touch her breast.
I sweep my hands up to hers and press lightly.
Sipping in the tightness, I touch the sweet, fleshy hills of her torso.

Brushing her nipples I feel tension in my jaw.
I sweep hands up to hers and press, lightly.
Sipping even more of the tightness, I command fill my fingers with all the energy, like your fucking my fingers.
I feel a pouring in.

I close my eyes.
I receive and ignite all for her release.
Pleasure seeps in and circulates from jaw, to pussy, to fingers, to stomach, to jaw, to pussy.
I move my fingers behind the hinge of her jaw and again empty.

Fill my fingers.
Push it through your throat.
Let it spill through your chest, your stomach, your pussy, pour it into him, his mouth down to his cock.
Fuck him with it.

I hold her there.
The energy passing through me like wind set fire with the electricity until wires singe and there is calm.
She’s the only one who can make me laugh harder than she makes me cum.
His laughter hit the ceiling and I have to wipe it up with a cloth.

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Marcie Prohofsky: Mmm, that was fun. OK, alright scanning our next [growls] I’m going to a kitty over here.

Cleopatra, she grins. Oh my dear, they were just warming the audience up for the bliss of your artistry.

This is Cleopatra.

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Cleopatra: This is called, “The View”.

After the garlic fires of simmered chicken.
A salad of red rose petals and the last fingers of chocolate mousse.
We drank champagne in bed.
A toast to the lonely moon.

Silky as a secret lover.
Night slips into your glass palace.
Spreads her shadow over the empty mountains.
Below us is the city.

A picture postcard.
Tinted in violet.
Virtual God you dreamt away the stars, you make the morning blush.
Now every ending is a new beginning.

Sunrise sleeps pink in the valley.
The clouds are blotted with lipstick.
Rosy candles of the city are melting under a sky whipped with strawberries and cream.

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Marcie Prohofsky: So here we go another night at Taste of Sex. My name is Marcie Prohofsky, thank you so much for being here. We’re at One Taste in San Francisco. You can find us at onetaste.us so we’ll see you next time. Thank you for coming.

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