Sex Wonks Podcast Episode 48: The Garden of Sensual Delight

The Wonks are free-balling it this week. There’s no plan and we’re just shootin’ the shit. First up, Rosa shares the shocking news that she and her man have yet to do the deed. That’s right, boys and girls – Rosa’s yet to have penis-in-vagina sex and fuck the new man that she’s been seeing for a couple of months. And while one might think that not fucking would be a let down, instead this isn’t true for our dear Ms. Sparks. As she approaches this relationship like George Costanza by “doing the opposite,” Rosa has discovered that the anticipation and sensual delights that are being shared are creating a deeper burn in her loins.

And speaking of sensual delights, Ed had an amazing moment with a random stranger he met on the internets over the weekend. Mr. Wood did a massage exchange with a gentleman he found through a web site devoted to the art of touch. Much to Mr. Wood’s surprise, the gentleman rocked his world when they spontaneously became the Scissoring Sisters.


In a Blue Moon

The sea was enchanting tonight! And, as usual, it schooled me. Because of the full moon tides, this was not a “lie back and float” visit. It was more of a “let’s tango!” kind of night.

The debris and rubbish of the tourist months had cleared out, leaving the water clear and silky – and it was almost imperceptibly cooler than it has been all summer. The tide was strong and once I made it out past the breakers, the rolling waves were righteous and bountiful! Tall and big and strong (as I like my lovers). I had to keep my wits about me in order to find that place where I could have just as easily been carried out as carried in. When you play with abundance, you’ve got to be mindful. You’ve gotta learn its dance moves. Its pulls and shimmies and rhythms so you can complement each other and nobody gets lost.

There are different parts of life to which my ruminations on abundance apply (fame, money, power and so forth), but because I am first and foremost horny, and because being immersed in the sea is a very sensual experience, I got to thinking about sex in abundance. Of course, that is one of my greatest longings at the moment since I currently am without a lover. But when you’re “tangoing” with somebody beneath the sheets (or on the kitchen table, or in a field under the stars…) there are also unspoken power plays that happen naturally – whether you’re even aware of them or not. And whether it’s your first time together or your 3001st, there are moves and cues and nuances that we are managing all the time. Who’s on top. Who initiates. Who moves on from one spot to the next. Who teases. Who bites. Who bleeds. It’s all mixed up in a delicious bubble of animal interaction. And, a bit like I described in The Freak Factor, once in a blue moon you may find a lover whose toes you need to know the flavour of. Who knows the ridges of the back of your teeth. Whose tongue longs to lap the bead of sweat running down your ass crack a millisecond before it reaches the puckers of your anus.Or even after it has.

So there I was, under the August 2012 “Blue Moon” – way past where I could stand – letting the sea lead me. Once I found that sweet spot where I could let it sway and pull me, but where I knew I wouldn’t be swept out to sea (unless I wanted to be), I turned myself eastward to face the big, bright disc in the sky with gratitude and admiration for the way it choreographed the sea’s movements for me this evening. And because all of life is poetry, I found myself leaving the sea with the radio in my head tuned to Bob Marley.

My deepest hunger – my dearest desire – is that maybe if I’m really, really lucky, my true partner in crime will reveal himself in time to swim with me at night in the sea under the next blue moon – with the sea helping to direct our own sensual moves. Someone who would want to share in the adventures and delights of the seasons and nature and sex in all its power and bounty. Could I be loved? Could you?



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Fruity Flesh

So, am I the only freak who finds all these luscious summer fruits incredibly sexy and sensual? Don’t get me wrong- I don’t want to fuck the fruit or anything- but the sweet nectars, the supple flesh, the sticky drippings… well, they’re rather suggestive. At least to a horny person like me.

Even as a teenager, shaking my phat booty up on the under-21 club’s platform – decked out in spike heels, mini skirt and belly-baring top – I would conjure fruity fantasies when the DJ occasionally played Def Leppard’s 1987 anthem, “Pour Some Sugar on Me”.

I’m hot, sticky sweet
                                               From head to my feet, yeah

I find most fruits sexy in their own ways, each resembling or suggesting bits of our male or female anatomies. My own “melons” are probably more like peaches. Two cherries dangling together make me think of having my head between your thighs, licking that delicious place along your “plums”. My pussy is like a ripe strawberry about to splash.

But my very favourite sexy fruit is the mango. Its sticky-licious scent, silky meat, constant fructose trickle and Vitamin B shot to the groin area (which is even referenced in a Season 5 episode of Seinfeld!) cause my mind to wander to fantasies of mango orgies.

Don’t be alarmed if you find me going medieval on a mango, its sticky-sweet juice dripping down my chin, my fingers digging into its slippery flesh and a look of rapture on my face. You might even walk over to me, having noticed that the copiously dripping juice of the luscious fruit had rendered my dress transparent. After you sucked the mango juice from my lips and tongue, you would slide off my dress and with sweet mango kisses induce a somewhat different look of rapture on my face, with my own sticky-sweet juice dripping down your chin, your fingers digging into my slippery flesh.

I think that Rosemary Clooney had it right in her 1951 version of “Come On-a My House”

Come on-a my house, my house, I’m gonna give a you
Apple a plum and apricot-a too eh
Come on-a my house, my house I’m gonna give a you
Figs and dates and grapes and cakes eh
Come on-a my house, my house, I’m gonna give you candy
Come on-a my house, my house, I’m gonna give you everything

Yes, my boy- everything. Enjoy your summer fruits. Savour them slowly and tear into them ravenously. Let all of your senses devour them. And think of some of the fun and sensual possibilities that could be employed with another…

Love, Rosa