Sunday, June 7, 2015

Orange is the New Hot: Poetic Erotica

Hi! My friends from Chico's Open Mic scene have been encouraging me to continue with holiday-based poetic erotica. June posed a challenge, though. Father's Day? I couldn't do it. So I went with ordinary erotica instead. This one's based on an "encounter" I had in Big Sur years ago. I'd blogged about it then, and I've made that piece into a poem. I bet Alex will remember the original post. I'm not sure about the rest of you.

At any rate, I hope you're neither miserably hot and sticky, nor terribly cold and frigid. That's never good.
Be well, take care, and enjoy.

52 comments:

  1. Ooooh.
    The temperature here just rose. Dramatically. I may have to go outside again to cool down.

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  2. Haha - ah the old massage trick hey - Ive had a few and thought, hmm is this going somewhere? Alas, no but fun while it lasted :P
    haha
    Sausagfest lol

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  3. Yes, I do remember that!
    That's called the Massage Parlor Trick.

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    1. I knew you'd remember, Alex. You're so good. Wink.

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  4. Ha ha ha! It felt like a twist was coming, but it wasn't until the "next lady's here," line where I had any idea. That was fun.

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  5. I didn't see any twist coming! You had me hook, line and sinker. Great poem!

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    1. Score. You're so sharp, I'm glad I gotcha with this one.

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  6. LOL! I want a massage like that.

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    1. Me too. I wanted another and another, Diane.

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  7. lol a massage like that must leave business booming or umm blooming?

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  8. Ha! I bet that happens a lot.

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  9. Ok I need to see my hubby now:) Too funny and was his name Sven??

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    1. I don't remember, but I'm sure it was. It's always Sven.

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  10. Wow, Robyn, that was a lot more sexy than funny! If I were Hef, I'd hire you as my official gigolo reviewer. Just think what they'd do if they were desperate for a good review!

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    1. It's getting even hotter here as I consider that, GB. Thank you.

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  11. I can see your Father's Day problem- but maybe you could put a disclaimer, that you're pretending some manly father figure like, oh I don't know, Rock Hudson, John Forsythe, or Ernest Borgnine was the subject! (Ducks a missile after she reads Borgnine on the list...)

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    1. Haha, exactly, CW. I was thinking "One of these things is not like the others. Borgnine? WTF is he doing on the list?"

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  12. You sucked me in like a shop vac. Then you reminded me that I haven't had a good massage in quite a while. My birthday is coming up, so maybe I'll make an appointment with Astrid or Helga and give myself a treat.

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    1. Hint, Jono: Book a massage with Sven. He never disappoints.

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  13. You know it's 106 degrees in the state capital now. Hot poem. Your fault. Enjoyed your post.

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    1. Sorry, Geo. I know. I'm sweating, with the fan running. I think I need to write about frigidity.

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  14. oh you minx.....great poem and pics. Whew! I need to go jump in our "cool" pool.

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  15. Fantastic. You crack me up! We definitely think alike!

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    1. Yes we do, Barb. Next time I have an "encounter" with Sven, I'll pass him on to you. You do the same for me, okay?

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  16. Now, that's some nice scenery! I enjoyed it. :-)

    Sia McKye Over Coffee

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  17. Hey Robyn,

    Steam on my screen.
    You know what I mean
    Robyn, Robyn
    You got him throbbin'
    Down on the beach
    You start to reach
    Maybe a coral reef
    Good grief
    Coral sex
    What's next...

    Nicely done and you both had fun and then some.

    Gary :)
    x

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    1. Gary,
      I love your poem
      And when you roam
      Over to my home
      Coral sex sounds kinda rough
      But I bet that blow fish can't get enough.

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  18. Use a condom?
    Why bother?
    Next thing you know
    I'm a father.

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    1. "Hey Jack," said Jill. "I'm off the pill. Just didn't wanna bother."
      She said with a frown, "Quit clowning around. Cuz soon you'll be a father."

      What's with all the lazyness, Al?
      It's really not that hard to put a condom on unless it's not that hard. Right? I know it's not too hard to pop a pill.

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  19. Mind if I pay him a visit too? I don't mind sharing if you don't ;) I haven't had a good massage in a long time. So much so, those little Chinese men that set up shop in the mall are actually starting to look like a good option.

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  20. I'll order a take out AND delivery, Theresa and Mitchell. Feel free to drop by anytime in the next 5-6 days. Wink.

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  21. Definitely would have skipped the daddy theme too, lol, Robyn!!

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  22. I knew that this was going wrong when he told you that you had to leave because another lady was waiting. I was like, "What???"

    Too funny. I like how you steam it up in on here only to douse us all with a bucket of ice cold water.

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    1. It's kinda how my life goes, Robin.

      Thank you, all my sillies.

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  23. well, I am hot and sticky and for all the wrong reasons... 94 degrees with a heat index of 104 and humid enough one needs gills...

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  24. This was sinsational, and the surprise ending was an added bonus! Nobody does it better, Robyn! Simultaneous snapping and lighter flicking!

    Julie

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  25. Hahahahaha. Now that is a nice massage!!

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  26. Got me. That twist on the end was brilliant.

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