Silken on Sex
By Kayar Silkenvoice
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Podcast Description
Sexy, naughty, often kinky, and no more than 15 minutes long, each erotic episode is an invitation to join Kayar Silkenvoice in her exploration of the sensual side of life. Thoughtful, provocative, and creative, this writer and narrator of erotic stories podcasts her innermost thoughts, as well sex advice, erotica excerpts and poetry readings. Silken also has an album of erotic vignettes titled "AudioSensual Erotic Shorts" that is available on Amazon.com and iTunes. Visit www.SilkenOnSex.com for more juicy details OR stop by her sponsor www.AdamandEve.com and enter SILKEN into the coupon code field to save 50% on any item!
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ExplicitSilken on Sex #83: Saturday Afternoon | In this episode, Silken tells her lover that she wants to tie him to her bed when they get home. This spurs them to tease each other throughout the afternoon, and she finds herself so hot and bothered that she m*********s in the car on the drive home. (This is a re-release of episode #32 from July, 9, 2009) | 12/31/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitCasual Encounter: Laura and Abby | Silken on Sex #82: I have exciting news! One of my stories has been accepted to a Violet Blue erotica anthology, one intended for couples. It is supposed to be out in Spring 2011, and once everything is inked with the publisher, I'll let you know the specifics. The last four episodes have been about women dominating men so I thought I'd switch things up a little. It's been a while since I told a story about women making love, and I know how much you love hearing those kinds of juicy details, so here we go.... [This is the original story, the podcast version was abridged to keep the podcast around 15 minutes] Leaning up against the headboard, Laura congratulated herself as she watched Abby remove her street clothes. This time she'd gotten lucky and had the whole day to dedicate to an erotic encounter. Something told her that she would be glad of it, for the pretty little stranded motorist she'd picked up at the filling station by virtue of her own considerable cleavage seemed to be the type who would take her time. Laura's affairs were usually spontaneous things and she always felt an underlying urgency to do the deed, escape, and above all, avoid being caught. It wouldn't do for her husband to know that she had a thing for women. He might press for a three-way – a thought that made her shudder. The woman was small and pale-skinned – a stark contrast to her husband, who was swarthy and well over six feet tall – and Laura certainly didn't want his hard hands, rough whiskers, and testosterone-inflamed urgency interfering with her languid and leisurely lovemaking with other women. Especially not a soft, sweet little peach like Abby. The younger woman crawled across the bed and slid her hands under Laura's breasts. She hefted them, apparently reveling in their size and weight. When she gently squeezed them with both hands Laura gasped in delight. Those small gentle hands began to knead her breasts and Laura felt that familiar ache deep inside her, the prelude to wetness. She removed one hand from the bed and ran her thumb along the the fullness of the girl's bottom lip. Abby's hands and eyes never left her breasts, and Laura had trouble taking hers off the girl's face. She had a faraway expression that was wistful and at the same time captivated. Abby's hands slid slowly down the slopes of her t**s, until the heels of her hands raked across Laura's sensitive nipples. The crinkled buttons were so sensitized Laura jumped and gasped. Abby settled her palms over Laura's aching nipples, making tiny pockets in each palm, and when she squeezed this time it felt to Laura like her nipples were being pulled from all sides at once. The younger woman continued to gently squeeze and Laura thought she might come right there. It felt almost as if tiny, satiny mouths were sucking her nipples. Laura was caught in a whirlwind of competing needs and desires. The long dry spell since her last casual encounter had driven her to the edge and she wanted release, but the girl's soft hands and gentle touch made her want to take her time. But she couldn't help herself. She slipped her hand between their bodies and pressed her fingers into the fabric of her panties. As she rubbed her c**t, Laura felt the tightening in her belly, the tensing of the muscles in her thighs and ass. She knew she had to stop or she was going to cum. Abby seemed to sense her need and her indecision, and solved the dilemma for the older woman. She craned her neck up and removed her hand from Laura's left breast. Before Laura could comprehend what she was doing the redhead's lips captured her aching nipple and scraped it with her teeth. It was not so much the change in sensation as it was the visual stimulation that sent Laura into her orgasm. The girl's soft face, pursed lips and the hollowing of her cheeks as she sucked were incredibly erotic and it was too much. Laura sighed through her orgasm, | 9/8/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitSimon Says: Use Me | Silken on Sex #81 This is another explicit erotic audio story in the FemDom genre. Which means it isn't for everyone, so do be warned. It involves a woman dominating a male submissive whose kinks are body-worship, cuckoldry, and strap-ons. In this case, he's been a very bad boy, cheating on his wife and chasing tail all over the country, and he's come to the Dominatrix to get the punishment he craves. Visit SilkenOnSex.com for more erotic tales intimately told. | 9/2/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitWai-kinky Adventures | Silken on Sex #80: A friend of mine is a Pro-Dom. She's one of those tiny women with command presence. She could be surrounded by giants and she'd still dwarf them somehow, just by the power of her personality. She told me about her wild & kinky adventures while vacationing in Waikiki recently, and I asked if I could fictionalize some of them. She loved these two particular vignettes, and is very excited to know that I'm using them for today's podcast: I. He watched me from the table nearby, a sinewy Japanese man accompanying two boys in their late teens. I’m not sure why he picked me to watch. I wasn’t the only woman in the hotel’s restaurant wearing a just bikini and a sarong, and certainly there were women there who were far lovelier than me. My dinner partner was very attentive, but not unusually so, certainly not with the slavish and attention-grabbing intensity of a submissive. I’m not a leggy blonde, a type of gaijin that Japanese men are notoriously susceptible to. My height and hair and eye color are that of a Japanese woman. Except I’m better padded. Perhaps that was it. My breasts. I’ve been practicing belly-dancing for three years. I know how to shimmy, how to move my body to accentuate my breasts. I gave a little shimmy, almost a shiver, that made my breasts bounce. He looked my way for a long moment. So did a few others. I smiled at my dinner companion and told him what was going on. He grinned at me, reached out and tugged on a lock of hair dangling over my collarbone. He dropped his hand and and trailed his fingers along the line of my bikini top. I observed the Japanese man from under my lashes. He was most intent. As a provider of ‘adult entertainment’ I know about most kinks and fetishes, and I know what voyeurs Japanese men tend to be. Which works great for me, because I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak, and seeing as we were in Waikiki, some 3,000 miles from home, my lover seemed unconcerned about my exhibitionism and proclivity for three-ways and cuckoldry getting him ‘caught’ in an awkward position that might affect him professionally. “Do you want to make someone’s year?” I asked my lover. “What do you have in mind?” He asked, pursing his lips a little. His eyes, dark as my own, sparkled with mischief. I wanted to grab him by the chin and kiss his mouth, hard. “If you manage to catch our friend over there away from his boys, perhaps you could invite him to join us tonite–as an observer.” At this, my lover grinned. I saw his face change a bit as he mulled over how he would put it to the gentleman in question. His Japanese, though much better than mine, is far from fluent. We finished our meal of seared ahi and macadamia encrusted mahi mahi and were sipping a nice wine when the boys at the nearby table stood up and walked away. I watched them head down the stairs toward the outdoors. The older Japanese man stood, too, and headed out of the restaurant, back toward the hotel. I nodded at my lover, and he stood and followed the Japanese man. I slowly finished my glass of wine and paid the bill, then headed toward the elevators. A tingle ran down my spine, making my skin feel like an electric current was running over it. I do so love being a cocktease, an exhibitionist, and a domme, and I was every excited by the prospect of being all three at once -- at my pleasure, not someone elses. Provided the two of them were awaiting me in my hotel room, of course. II. He said he wanted me. He said he’d do anything for a chance at me. When I asked him to be more specific about what he wanted, he blushed a bit, then said he wanted to be naked in bed with me. “And you said you’d do anything?” I asked him. “Yes,” he said in a rushed explosion of air from his lungs. “Anything.” I smiled at him. A soft smile that hinted at intimacy to come. If he’d been looking into my eyes he would have seen the glint there. | 8/25/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitWine-country Affair | Silken on Sex #79. Summer’s end. Time for the grape, both sipping and harvesting. I’ve got this huge extended family here in California–we were here prior to the Gold Rush–and there are miles of vines in one appellation named after a great-great auntie of mine. Everyone gathers at the winery for The Press and for futures tasting, and during one of the gatherings some friends of my cousins caught me in an odd moment. I’d just gotten off the phone with my lover, who was on his way out of the country and was pouty (though he denied it) over the fact that I was not accompanying him this time. Jim and Bev were on the deck sipping chardonnay when I stepped outside. I was tucking my phone away in my cleavage when he looked directly at me and said “That gives a whole new meaning to ‘you’re talking to my breasts’,” and then laughed at his own joke. I smiled politely at him, remembering that he and his wife owned a local B&B that my cousins had cross-promotion arrangements with. Be nice, I told myself. Bev held out her hand. “You’re Kay aren’t you? I’m–” “Bev,” I interrupted her. She seemed pleased that I remembered her name. We chatted a bit about wine and traveling. I mentioned my recent trip to Japan, which spurred an avalanche of questions, particularly about my experiences of the Japanese equivalent to B&Bs, which they call ryokans. I did my best to re-direct the conversation toward them, asking after their children. Most people love talking about themselves, but for some reason, Jim and Bev were fascinated with me and would not be deterred. “So what is it that you do?” Jim asked me. Like most people, especially men, Jim operated under the the assumption that you are what you do. I laughed behind the rim of my wine glass. “Oh wouldn’t you like to know!” “Of course,” said Bev, giving me her full attention. “Oh, I don’t do much of anything,” I said airily, prevaricating. For some reason the small amount of wine I’d taken in interfered with my ability to pull whatever seemed suitable in the moment out of my bag of talents and skills. Since I’d moved back to California I usually said I was a perpetual student, or was taking a sabbatical from corporate America, or confessed with mock shame to living off of my younger lover. All true, in their own way, but not the whole truth -- and for good reason. While I am known as the sexually deviant sinner of the family, I have been careful to be discreet so as not to be a source of discomfort for the more prominent members of my family. “Now that I find difficult to believe,” boomed Jim. “You’ve got too much energy to be the laze-about type.” Bev touched my arm. “There’s no need to be shy with us.” The ridiculousness of anyone considering me shy made me laugh again. I imagined them both kneeling naked at my feet presenting the implements they’d chosen to be punished with. I banished the image from my mind as inappropriate and focused my attention on Jim and Bev, reminding myself that they were business associates of my cousin. “Are you the one who is a scientist?” Jim asked. Without thinking, I answered, “I was,” and then kicked myself. I could have bored them with talk of genome mapping and PCR and they wouldn’t have been any the wiser. “And now?” Bev asked. She leaned into me, brushing her hip against mine. I knew that move and what it signified. I gave her a big grin. “You might want to get that idea out of your head,” I said to her. “What idea?” she asked, her eyebrows raised high over wide eyes. “The one where you and your husband take me home and have your way with me,” I laughed. “I’d top you both in a heartbeat.” When the look on their faces registered, I rewound what I’d said in my mind and then gave myself another kick. The heated discussion with my lover had me a bit more flustered than I’d realized, if I was slipping up so badly. | 8/19/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitGot Toys? Top 5 toys for women, men & couples | Silken on Sex #78: It is fair to say that I'm an enthusiastic m*********r and sex toy aficionado. My primary partner calls me his pervy dirty girl, and fortunately is not threatened by my self-pleasuring practices. He knows that my libido is off-the-charts and that it takes a herculean effort on anyone's part (including my own) to keep me feeling satisfied for more than a few hours at a time. But he does try, and between his efforts and mine, we keep things very interesting. Which is where my chest full of sex toys comes in. I am grateful to be a woman, and grateful that so many people have put so much ingenuity and effort into accessorizing women's pleasures. Toys to fulfill our every pleasure, fantasy, and sexual need line the shelves of thousands of adult stores all over the world. And fortunately for men, I've noticed that the numbers of male-oriented toys out there in the market has increased dramatically in the past decade. While sex toys are great for self-pleasuring, they are also invaluable tools for spicing things up between couples. Sex can become pretty routine amongst couples, something scheduled for Sunday nights after the kids are in bed and the dog has been walked and the garbage put out. And for those couples who don't have children, too. I know too many couples for whom sex and intimacy have taken a back-burner to more career-oriented pursuits. The end result of all this is that people grow sexually frustrated and/or bored with their same-ole same-ole sex lives, and start looking for a way to spice things up -- often in the form of finding someone else. But as we all know, once that New Relationship Energy (NRE) fades, we fall back into the same boring habits and ways of being, which simply fuels the cycle of serial monogamy. I'm of the opinion that everyone should make f*****g like they're hoping to keep "porn star" as an economic fallback position part of their routine -- and there are so many sex toys and accessories to facilitate fun, experimental, and even downright steamy "rock star" sex. With that thought in mind, I am sharing Silkenvoice's Top 15 Sex Toys & Aids in three categories: those for women, men, and couples, followed up with recommendations on sex how-to guides and porn. I swing both ways with regards to sex partners, and while my recommendations target the larger heterosexual audience, they are also useful for gays and lesbians. Women A wand massager like a Hitachi Magic Wand or similar knock off like the Adam & Eve Massager is a must-have for most women, save those with uber-sensitive c***s. There are even a variety of attachments to put mind-blowing orgasms within your grasp. A rechargeable Jackrabbit is a joy. Mine has paid for itself man times over in batteries not purchased. There is also a large selection of battery-operated rabbit vibes to suit every shape of woman and her stimulation needs. If they are out of your price-range, don't worry--there are a lot of vibrating dildos out there. If you don't have one, get one. It will make your toes curl. The Voila Massager is thin and flat, and one of my favorite finds. It can be cupped in the fingertips of one hand for those ladies who like to m********e laying on their bellies, as well as being perfect for clitoral stimulation during sex -- it is thin enough not to get in the way -- it has 7 levels of vibration and pulsation, and best of all, it is rechargeable! A slender glass dildo, which can be warmed up to body temperature in water, is great for anal play. I recommend that or the EZ Bend anal vibrator. A lot women are very hesitant about anal play but I've got to tell you, try it, and keep trying, until you've relaxed enough to enjoy it. Anal orgasms are thrilling and intense. The Sybian, which is an amazing f*****g machine that rocks my world, or for 1/10th the cost, The Loveseat. I had one of these until I got my Sybian, and I loved it. It is a saddle of sorts for a massaging wand, | 8/13/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitHe wanted to be Dominated | Silken On Sex #77: The following audio story contains explicit FemDom material intended for adults only. If you are under-age in your area, or if you are one of those people who find erotic humiliation and feminization offensive, please stop listening. Now. Earlier this summer we had the Bay to Breakers Marathon, and I had friends visiting the Bay Area to participate in the run with me. One of them was an old lover from college, whom I will call Dominic. This old friend is East Coast Italian. He is lean, dark, and dangerous-looking. In fact, he’s got the broody good-looks of an Anne Rice vampire. He oozes the kind of sensuality that men and woman alike swoon over, which is fun to watch in San Francisco. He also has a submissive streak that rarely ever surfaces, but always around me. Which is probably why I rarely see him anymore–his Italian machismo finds it too unnerving :) I’ve always encouraged my lovers, male and female, to talk about their fantasies, encouraging them to share even the deep, dark ones that they don’t really want to experience, but which have a powerful hold on them anyway. Years ago, back when we were in college, Dominic shared his. We were having a post orgasmic nap one afternoon when he woke up with a jolt. Which of course woke me up. He was shivering and had a panicky expression on his face, but his cock was rock hard. It was obvious he’d had a dream and I asked him what it was. He said it was a recurring dream that he didn’t want to talk about, so I snuggled up behind him. I tried to doze off, but he continued to shiver, which made sleeping impossible. So I told him if it was a recurring dream, maybe it would help him to talk about it–that maybe talking about it in the light of day would lessen the dream’s disturbing power. He said no, and I left it at that, returning to my position spooned up behind him. I was just starting to doze back off when he started talking. In his dreams, he said, there was a woman who had him in her power, and forced him to do things. He was quiet for a long moment, apparently struggling for words. I knew that asking questions too soon might derail him, so I kept quiet, and waited. Eventually, he found the courage to continue. He said that this dream-woman who had him in her control forced him to have breast implants and then turned him into a she-male cum s**t. He shook as he told me this. I knew it must be very difficult for him to admit to such a dream, him, the macho cock-sure Italian Stallion. But it was there, that dream, and had been there for a long time. I asked him leading questions, and he answered, telling me about the things this dominant woman made him do in his dreams: It always started with him getting caught jerking off into her panties, so she made him put them on. And then the made him wear pantyhose and a silk nightie and bent him over the edge of the bed and spanked him with an old-fashioned silver-backed hair-brush until he came in the panties. From there the dream morphed to her making him wear lingerie and be her fluffer while she had sex with another man -- often he was forced to suck cock and even swallow cum. He felt powerless to resist her demands, he said. Her desires became his desires. He wanted only to please her, and when she told him she wanted him to prove his devotion to his Mistress by having breast implants, he agreed. And the next thing he knew, he was an insatiable she-male cum s**t, begging his Mistress to share her men with him. As I listened I eventually noticed that he was touching himself as he spoke. I dipped a hand between my own legs and collected our juices on my fingers, then ran them along the cleft of his ass. I asked him more questions and he talked about this fantasy-dream in a reluctant whisper, and as he did so, he stroked his cock faster and I pressed my finger inside him. He opened up fairly easily as I’d fingered him many times before, only this time I whispered naughty, | 8/4/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitWhat is orgasm like for women? | Silken on Sex #76: Midori, sex-educator extraordinaire, has put out a call stating that she wants Women's Words on their Orgasms. So I sent her mine. When I become aroused I start with a feeling of warmth of increasing languidness I can feel my skin flushing feel the flush of heat inside me feel the flutter of muscles inside me feel the juices beginning to flow from inside me As my arousal heightens my breathing quickens my skin pebbles my nipples harden the skin of my breasts tightens my c**t twitches my inner muscles clench which sends more pleasure signals waves of gooseflesh nipples ache and fluids seep from inside me When I am ready to orgasm my body tightens every muscle hums like the string of a bow pulled back pulled back farther my nerves scream with built-up orgasmic energy my nipples and c**t pulse with every beat of my heart my thighs tighten like a trap my inner muscles clamp clamp hard on something or nothing it does not matter it is the clamping down again and again that does it And I am flung into orgasm breath halted mouth opened my body lengthening legs straightening toes curling muscles clenching releasing milking nerves humming with excruciating pleasure and then I hit that target galvanized into motion Yes! Yes! breath released explosively followed by a deep inhalation released slowly in a long sometimes loud moan that becomes gasps as the after-shocks rock me inside and out rocking me like a boat languidly and with an occasional jolt of slowly ebbing orgasmic energy mmmmmmmmmmm | 7/28/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitDirty Girl: The Preacher’s Kid (pt 2) | Silken On Sex #75 I received several emails requesting a continuation of the "Dirty Girl" story from April (Episode #62), so here it is: "...Her eyes fluttered open, hazel green eyes that reminded him of leaves in dappled sunlight, and her drowsy smile was loving. Open. Trusting. She was an innocent, he knew, a very carnal innocent. She took such childlike joy in her body, in the pleasures of the flesh. She knew no shame, no guilt, and she gave of herself with such abandon that it transcended all he'd ever imagined the original Eve to be, before she'd learned the concept of Sin. He took the charcoal between his fingers and drew upon her living flesh. Long sweeps of charcoal for the twining vines and smaller flourishes for leaves and flowers. Symbols, too, from Egypt, from Briton, from Japan, symbols of fertility, of life, of rebirth. Her arms, her breasts, her torso, her belly – all were soon covered in lines that moved hypnotically with each of her breaths. With the stick he colored her pubis black, and with his fingers he rubbed it in, spreading the fine, velvety softness of the charcoal into the fine, silky softness of her lightly-furred mound, and when her fingers moved to hold herself open he had to grip his cock to keep himself from spending in his pants. Such a contrast, her pale pale fingers holding open the night-black pussy to reveal that pale inner pink that darkened to deeper red..." This podcast is sponsored by AdamAnd Eve.com — enter “SILKEN” into the offer code field and save 50% on any item! For more erotic stories intimately told — visit the shop at SilkenOnSex.com | 7/22/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitThe Scent of Sexual Surrender | Silken on Sex #74: Most of what I write and record is based on personal experiences. Deliciously intense erotic experiences. As I'm writing this now, I'm intoxicated. By wine and other things. Other things? You are probably asking yourself. Yes, other things. Like the fragrance of 'us' wafting up from between my thighs. I was puttering around in my vocal booth (for recording audios) when my lover surprised me there. I was on tip-tip toes, my arms spread wide above my head, when his hands closed around my wrists, pressing them down onto a shelf. He pressed himself against me, scraping his shadow along the back of my neck. I moaned. How could I not? There is something about that burning scrape that is so pleasurable that my skin pebbles and I gasp. And moan. And I ground myself back against him, arching my back, wriggling my hips and ass in a belly-dancer's figure-eight until he was hard enough for me to feel the heat of him. He released one of my wrists long enough to open his pants and free his cock, then he pressed it against the thin silk of my pajama bottoms, searing me with his heat. I tried to turn around. I wanted to taste his lips. Wanted to thread my fingers through his hair and pull him toward me. But his hands held my wrists firmly in place. Words weren't necessary. The band of his fingers around my wrists communicated everything I needed to know. I drew my legs together and arched my back so my ass flared into him and I let my head drop between my arms. Staring at my toes, I sighed. A sigh of longing. A sigh of surrender. He knew what that sigh meant, of course, and with a squeeze, he released my wrists. I held my position. Held it even as his hands slid down my arms and around to fondle my breasts. He teased my nipples until they were long, hard points of longing, until my breath was coming in tormented gasps, until I was dizzy and writhing. And wet. I could feel that wetness as he pushed the silky pants down over my ass. Felt the hot smear of it on my thigh. He swilled his fingers in it, teasing my labia, pretending to have difficulty finding my c**t. I started begging and bucking, trying to force that slippery electric contact. But his fingers eluded me, frustrated me. Slipped deep inside me and out again, arrhythmic. It was maddening. Ratcheting up my arousal level without building up orgasmic tension. I wanted to grab his hand and put his fingers on my c**t and rub them there -- there -- There! But I didn't. I held my position stretched out in the closet, fingers clinging to the top shelf, body arched and swaying, and let him do whatever he wanted. It felt too good to stop. When I felt the head of his cock nudging between my lips I thought I would scream with relief. I was trembling with the tension, aching for that moment of penetration. And it was upon me. He was upon me. Up in me. Pushing slowly, wedging himself into me, his hands gripping my hips. I took him into me, into the warm and slippery heart of me, and when he could go no further, I clamped down on him, trying to enclose the length of him, to prevent the inevitable prelude to aching emptiness: his withdrawal. We remained that way for a long moment, his chest pressed against my back, his breath stirring the hair near my ear. And we breathed together, and as we did the two of us became as one. Breathe in... Clench and hold... Release. Breathe in... Clench and hold... Release. A dozen times, perhaps more, and then we began rocking together, eventually breaking that rhythm to collide against each other, our bodies thudding, thudding, thudding. Faster and faster. Breathing sexual fire, trembling on the verge of orgasm, I sank my teeth into my forearm and screamed my release. He hastened to meet me there, jabbing upwards into me, his fingers biting hard into my flesh. I felt that pulsing, heard that sound he makes, that balls-deep groan that signifies an intense orgasm. | 7/14/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitTalking Dirty – Homemade erotic audio | Silken on Sex #73: Q: Dear Silkenvoice, my husband has to travel a lot for work, sometimes even out of the country, and I know he gets lonely--and horny. I know he charges porn and phone sex to his card and I'm mostly ok with it because I know he needs the release, and some of it he shares with me. Like your stuff. After listening to your stories I was thinking maybe I could record something naughty for him to listen to but I don't know where to begin. Do you have any ideas? --Deena in FL. A: Deena, first I'd like to acknowledge your reasonableness about your husband using porn and phone sex when he's away from home. A lot of women tend to feel threatened by this, and use anger over the expense of such outlets to hide from their true feelings. So good for you. Secondly, I think you're onto something. It is actually what got me started doing erotic audios in the first place -- I had a lover who traveled three time-zones away quite a lot. The time-difference made connecting on the phone rather difficult and he said he missed the sound of my voice, so I recorded some naughty messages for him to listen to on his iPod. This had a tremendous impact on our relationship -- it really heightened the intimacy. He liked having me as a focus for his m**********n fantasies, and I got aroused knowing he was stroking off to the sound of my voice whispering into his ears. Now, to answer your question about my ideas for where to begin. There are two things to consider. The first is what you want to say, and the second is, how you are going to save it. Choosing what you want to say can be difficult for most people. There are three things you can do: talk dirty, tell a fantasy, or record yourself masturbating. Many women aren't practiced at "dirty talk" as we c0uld be. A lot of what we conceive of as dirty talk we get from pornos, and a lot of it sounds really cheesy from the outsider's viewpoint. However, in the moment, when passions are up and you're humping like mad, what flows from your lips is appropriate, no matter how slutty it sounds. In fact, the sluttier the better. Guys love it. When it comes to making this audio for your husband, if you're too self-conscious about talking dirty, you could always talk about a fantasy you have, perhaps one you've never felt comfortable sharing in person, but feel emboldened about when recording it for him (or her, for that matter). Or talk about a mutual fantasy: the two of you in a three-way, or tying him up and doing naughty things to him. If even that idea leaves you tongue-tied, consider reliving one of your favorite encounters with him: the b*****b in the car, or that day you hiked up into the middle of nowhere, stripped naked, and screwed like mad, for example. And lastly, most men love to hear the sounds women make when we're touching ourselves. I get many, many requests from listeners to please do more recordings of me masturbating. The nice thing about this is you don't have to say anything at all -- all you have to do is moan. And sigh. And gasp ;) Once you've decided on what you're going to say, choosing how to record and save it is your next step. If you've got a laptop computer, you've probably got a built-in mic, and it is easy enough to fire up GarageBand or Audacity, follow the prompts, and start recording. When you're done, you can save the file, usually to an .aif which is easy to export to your iPod. But if you're intimidated by that idea, there is something simpler. Most smart phones today have a built-in app for recording voice memos. All you have to do is push the icon, speak into the phone like you normally would for a phone call, record your voice message, and email it off. What follows is a 3 minute guided m**********n message I recorded using my iPhone's Voice Memo app. When I finished recording, I listened to it and then emailed it directly to the gentleman I had in mind when I was speaking it. | 7/7/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitMeet My Maker pt 2 Lesbian Vampires | Silken on Sex #72: This is the ending of "Meet My Maker" -- one jaded young woman's tale of her Maker, a vampire named Thilde who has a taste for women. Sexy, explicit and erotic, with a background of the sounds of women making love, this story will appeal to those with an interest in vampires or lesbian sexuality. You can download the entire Meet My Maker story without the podcast information at www.SilkenOnSex.com for $5. Or buy the Silken On Sex iPhone app for $2.99 and get Meet My Maker free! This podcast is sponsored by AdamAnd Eve.com — enter “SILKEN” into the offer code field and save 50% on any item! For longer, steamier, CD-quality erotic audio stories visit the shop at SilkenOnSex.com | 6/29/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitMeet My Maker pt 1 Lesbian Vampire | Silken on Sex #71: Sex, blood, darkness. Vampires. Lesbian Vampires. This erotic story was written a few years ago in collaboration with a friend. Given the recent popularity of vampires, I thought I'd record it and put it out on my podcast for everyone to enjoy. Since the recording is over 20 minutes long, I've divided it up into two podcasts. The steamy conclusion to this story will be released next week as episode #72. Don't miss it! You can download the entire Meet My Maker story without the podcast information at www.SilkenOnSex.com for $5. Or buy the Silken On Sex iPhone app for $2.99 and get Meet My Maker free! The music featured in this podcast is Melissa Ferrick’s song Drive. This podcast is sponsored by AdamAnd Eve.com — visit the site and enter “SILKEN” into the offer code field and save 50% on any item! For longer, steamer, higher-quality audio erotica visit the shop at SilkenOnSex.com | 6/23/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitConquered With Pleasure | Silken on Sex #70: Sometimes a woman just wants to be bent over and taken hard. Sometimes a woman wants to be conquered, wants her lover to take from her what she normally gives quite freely. Sometimes a woman just wants her partner to go beyond words, beyond overt consent, and push her boundaries. And sometimes a man doesn't want to be a considerate lover. Sometimes a man wants a hard, self-satisfying quickie. Sometimes a man wants a woman to do what he says and give him what he wants without argument -- and when she doesn't -- well, sometimes he acts the conqueror and takes what he wants... after she's gotten a good spanking. This podcast is about conquering, about the distinctions between submitting and being conquered, about the contest of wills between a strong-willed woman and her equally strong-willed match. This podcast is hot, rough, and more than a little spanked. The music featured in this podcast is Melissa Ferrick's song Drive. This podcast is sponsored by AdamAnd Eve.com -- visit the site and enter "SILKEN" into the offer code field and save 50% on any item! For longer, hotter, higher-quality audio erotica visit the shop at SilkenOnSex.com. | 6/2/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitComfort Food by Kitty Thomas | Silken on Sex #69: For this 69th episode of Silken on Sex I'm doing a special podcast to feature the work of Kitty Thomas, who recently released her eBook Comfort Food, a disturbingly erotic story about the effects of social isolation and monotony on one woman who learns to endure the unendurable (captivity) by finding pleasure in it. Humans are social animals, and of the species, females are the most social, the ones most in need of communication and companionship. So what happens to a social animal when it is captured, isolated from contact with the outside world -- from anyone at all -- except for a large, inscrutable, and completely silent man who seems to know everything about her, down to her favorite comfort food? The range of thoughts and emotions that Emily Vargas experiences throughout her captivity are powerfully and believably rendered in Kitty Thomas' Comfort Food. Intensely psychological, we follow the rationalizations of a woman desperate for verbal communication who is reduced to objectified animalistic status by her captor's apparent unwillingness to speak to her. He appears to be gentle and indifferent, and yet, he touches her, at first exchanging bites of food for increasingly intimate contact, and which later leads to intensely painful BDSM scenes that she consents to for fear of him withdrawing from her and leaving her even more isolated. I admit, somewhat reluctantly, that the Dominant in me enjoyed the mind-f**k aspects of this book, admired the antagonist's ingenious approach at breaking her, which he admits was his intention all along. "Today I found something beautiful and decided to break it. I wanted to see it shatter in my hand and crumble at my feet. Her name is Emily Vargas. She's bright and educated and stunning. Articulate. She'll want someone to talk to her." Ultimately, the man and the woman in this story form a darkly twisted, erotic, and deep bond that resembles love but is more about the chains of obsession and purpose which cannot be denied, even in freedom. Follow me down the rabbit hole and listen as I read Chapter Three from Comfort Food, by Kitty Thomas. | 5/27/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitErotic Spanking | Silken on Sex #68: Today's topic is erotic spanking, one of my favorite forms of foreplay. Over the years I've gotten to know several men and women who enjoy being spanked, paddled, and flogged, and I must admit, I do love indulging them. In recent months I've had the pleasure of making the online acquaintance of some remarkably sensual, hedonistic, and outright kinky women. One of these smart and sexy women, who goes by Hedone, seems to have chosen erotic spanking as her unofficial theme for May. She blogs about pleasure and submission in a way that resonates with me -- as a Femdom. Here on the internet she waves her words at us like a flower's scent on the breeze and I just want to pick that flower and caress the petals and peel them away, one-by-one, until she is naked, stripped to the core, and begging for more. I have her permission to read some recent entries from her Pleasure Principle blog, and as well I will give my response to her very provocative material. Hedone May 12, 2010: Fantasy Spanking I've been itching for a spanking. A bare hand spanking. I want it standing up. Pants dropped to the ankles. Panties pushed to mid-thigh. Stand next to me. Speak softly, lovingly in my ear. Tell me firmly the why and the what of that which you are about to do. Caress my bottom, lull me into security. Take your time rubbing, squeezing, and massaging my undisciplined bottom. Your touch, your breath, your voice sends my mind reeling; makes my pussy moisten. Hedone May 14, 2010: Smack My Kitty Over Caesar salad, french onion soup, and fish 'n' chips SirDom asked me, "Why do you like your pussy slapped?" I thought: Hmm. How to answer, how to answer. Be thorough. Elucidate to uncover the mystery that SirDom so boldly seeks to understand. My reply: It feels soooooooooooo GOOD! Yup that's all I came up with. He just looked at me, he had no reaction really. But you could see the wheels turning, his eyes staring in wonderment and his eyebrows set quizzically. What I should have said: I like the feeling. I like to hear the soft toned smack, I like the spicy tingling sensation that force leaves on my pussy lips. I love the more concentrated blows to my c**t; the ones that make my pussy twitch and my body jerk. Wop! zing! swat! Pat...pat...pat, smack!! Ooooh yea. More, more, more. I love it. I like the anticipation...the not knowing when the next strike will fall or how hard it will be or where it will land. I get off on the power you wield creating and controlling this sensual experience--my pleasure. ~~@~~ In six months I've come a long way from "I don't like pain", "I'm not interested in impact play" to purring "smack my pussy...please" and cumming profusely from the marvelous encounter. After reading her "Spank My Kitty" post, I responded to it with: I love spanking pussies. I love the way the eyes of you pain s**ts open wide with the impact, the way your luscious mouths drop open. I love the gasps and hisses and moans. I love the way you pump your hips up to meet the strap or the hand. I love watching the labia change color, watching them flood with blood, getting puffy and lewd-looking. I love it when the sound of the strap against your pussy changes when the wetness comes. I love it when you beg to cum, when you beg for more slaps to your c**t. Being on the receiving end of a good pussy spanking has never really interested me but being on the giving end -- ah, now that makes me wet ;) I followed the trail of erotic spanking breadcrumbs back to Hedone's March 28th post called "Spanked! A metamorphosis." I'm excerpting a hot little section from it that I am sure will get everyone's attention, and hopefully, do a fine job of illustrating why you shouldn't knock erotic spanking until you've tried it. No sooner had I lowered my pants was I pushed forward, face down onto the workbench. SirDom pushed his warm digits into my wetness from behind, | 5/26/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitThe Forfeit | Silken On Sex #67: The erotic writer M. Christian is doing a "Sex in San Francisco" anthology and I sent him The Forfeit story. It wasn't San Franciscan enough to make the cut for the anthology, but he did feature it on his Frequently Felt blog. As soon as I heard from him that it was not going to published in the anthology, I decided to release the full story in audio format. The Forfeit (16:27) A woman has talked her partner into masturbating to the edge of orgasm and backing off every day for a three week period, and finally, with the waiting, teasing, and denial over, they consummate their desire–outside, up against a stone wall. She’d bet him that he wouldn’t last 5 minutes their first time together and he accepted the challenge, with the agreed-upon forfeit being that the loser would spend an hour tied to the winner’s bed. He lost the bet, and so they go to her place, where she ties him to her bed and slowly wrings her winnings from his flesh. This story features sex in public, massage, bondage, and exploration of the sacred via tantric sex. To hear more, visit the shop at www.SilkenOnSex.com and click on The Forfeit The next podcast episode will most likely be about erotic spanking, so if you find that topic interesting or arousing, do look for next Wednesday's release. | 5/19/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitLibidinous Celibacy | Silken on Sex #66: Celibacy has been in the news lately, and I don't just mean the pious form of celibacy. I'm talking grown women and men choosing celibacy as a form of their sexual self-expression. Yes, that's right: Celibacy is a form of sexual self-expression -- it is possible to be celibate without being chaste. (Can you say m**********n boys and girls?) I am an advocate of the practice of libidinous celibacy. At first the juxtaposition of those two words would appear to be paradoxical, but I know from personal experience that such is not the case. A libidinous person may be someone who has lustful thoughts or is otherwise preoccupied with the drives of the libido...without necessarily acting upon them with a partner. Few adults can abstain from sexual i*********e (ie, be celibate) and not experience rising frustration at the sublimation of such a primitive and instinctual biological drive. As time passes, this biological drive manifests as a psychological one as well, and the mind becomes preoccupied with libidinous thoughts. Thus, the term libidinous celibacy is not an oxymoron, but an apothegm. About 5 years ago I found myself newly single. Newly single, and with more than a few people interested in filling the position vacated by my unlamented lover. So many, in fact, that I was a bit overwhelmed. Given that it had been over a decade since I'd been without a partner or a few, I decided to explore my new singleton status by boldly choosing to remain celibate for 6 months. I think some of my friends had bets on how long I'd last, and I know every one of them bet I'd give up and go boink someone long before my time was up. What no one expected though, was that I'd extend it by 3 more months -- which is what I did. I found that, after 6 months of carrying on a torrid love-affair with myself, I wasn't ready to share. I wanted to keep me all to myself :) I dated actively, mind you, and had some incredibly hot make-out / frottage sessions, but the only person I had actual sex with was myself. And my toys. Mustn't forget them! I had my hitachi magic wand system (the frugal girl's sybian at 10% the cost), my waterproof rabbit (the perfect bath-time companion), my ben wa balls (always put a smile on my face at the gym), and I can't forget my Chocolate Dream dildo, which made me come so hard I pulled a muscle in my back the first time I used it. Whee! With those, and a micro-fleece electric throw, I needed neither man, nor woman, nor a cat (which my ex took with her) to put a smile on my face every night. Looking back, I know it was good for me to be unattached and celibate for a change, good for me to take all that energy that had been tied up in sex and relationships and put it to more productive use elsewhere. I was very happy. My health was great. Without someone at home to distract me, I took the time to develop some of my other talents, and with sex off the table, I learned what intimacy and connection really were. I learned that, as a woman, I didn't need to be with someone in order to be someone. And I also learned that having a love-affair with myself meant that one doesn't have to be a lonely number. Practicing libidinous celibacy thrilled me to the bone! Don't miss a single naughty bit -- subscribe now and get the Silken On Sex Ezine by Email. Related articles: Lady GaGa Is Celibate - And She Wants The Same For You! (perezhilton.com) The Celibacy Cleanse: Sex Avoidance for Better Health (blisstree.com) No more sex in the city (darkerme.com) Celibacy: a curse or a blessing - Dr. Shriniwas Kashalikar (slideshare.net) Is priestly celibacy healthy? (osv.com) | 5/12/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitErotic Poetry Reading | Silken on Sex #65: April was National Poetry Month in the US and Silken thinks May should be Erotic Poetry month, given that there is so much sex and romance in the air this time of year. In this episode she does readings of a half-dozen of her own erotic poems, such as this one, called Crescent Moan: strains of a jazz trio soft and subliminal slow disrobing musical swaying hips searching fingers tangled by round things pushed through slotted cloth what-- oh yes buttons pop pop oops who cares don't stop don't stop storm rises from within rushing winds of breath on heated skin hands like brands cupping breasts gliding up along that neck graceful and arched thumbs teasing bobbing throat swallowing the flood of mouth-water do you feel it-- yes oh yes i want you want you pulse-beat keeps time with plucked strings of the bass senses swirling scented flesh touched by tongue ahhh heavens the miracle of a crescent moan slowly rising over passion fallen to earth Want more Silkenvoice? Get my AudioSensual CD on iTunes or Amazon.com Visit my Erotic Audio Site: www.SilkenOnSex.com | 5/5/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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ExplicitCougar Woman – Younger Man | Silken on Sex #64: This episode of Silken on Sex is based on a recent conversation with a woman friend of mine. "You're such a Cougar," said my old high school-era friend after my partner, a man a decade younger than me, excused himself and left us to our wine-sipping on the patio. I was still tingling from the feel of his warm palms on my shoulders, and from the way his fingertips had brushed the skin of my collarbones when he'd bent to kiss my temple, so her comment didn't fully register in my mind. "How do you do it?" she then asked, her upper body inclined toward me and an avid expression on her face. Mina is recently divorced after 20 years of marriage, and at 40 is finding herself struggling with a suddenly rampant libido. Her ex-husband Paul is a dozen years older than her, and she'd finally grown tired of his philandering ways after their kids caught Dad at the movies with a woman half his age. "Do what?" "You know..." she lowered her voice to a loud whisper, "snag a young stud..." I laughed. "I don't know, Mina. Its not like I try to attract younger men, certainly not ones as young as Gabe." Mmmm Gabe. Smart, sweet, funny, sexy. I've known him since he was in college, and he'd been patiently wearing me down over the course of a decade. "I've thought about trying out a younger man..." She paused, then said, "Does the age difference bother you?" I thought about it. Thought about how to answer that one. "It used to. It's why I turned him away all those years. You know me, I can be a romantic, sure, but bottom line I'm also a pragmatist, and well... Gabe is the kind of guy who wants to get married and start a family, and that is so NOT me." Mina giggled. She sat back in her chair and re-crossed her legs. She's a good-looking woman. Definitely MILF category, and no one would guess she's the mother of three teenagers. We sipped our wine for a couple of minutes, enjoying the glorious afternoon with it's blue-blue sky and budding trees. Mina put down her glass and reached her hand out to cover mine. "Aren't you afraid he's going to leave you?" I sighed. A simple question, really, one with a complex answer. "Not any more," was my response. "Why not?" "Because he says I am the one for him. And while I believe him, I also know that is for right now. Tomorrow, five years from now, it might change. But for right now, we love each other, and it is enough. Fear of getting my heart broken was what kept me from giving him a chance all those years he pursued me, and one day I woke up to the fact I was letting that fear run my life. So no, I'm not afraid he'll leave me. I accept that it's a very real possibility and move on with my life. When or if that day comes, well, I'll deal with it. But it doesn't make sense to let it overshadow today." Mina smiled at me. "You're so brave, Kay. Where do you find the courage?" "One day someone told me that the only difference between me and people who do great things is that people who do great things don't let being afraid stop them. They acknowledge their fears and act anyway." She looked thoughtful for a long moment. Staring into her glass of Chardonnay she asked, "What do you think attracts younger men to older women?" It was my turn to lean forward in my seat. "The same thing that attracted us to older men," I answered, remembering that we'd both had relationships with men considerably older than ourselves straight out of high school. "Oh? Hmmm. I hadn't thought of that," she said thoughtfully. "Think about it," I said, and then leaned back in my chair and explored my own memories. What I liked about older men was that they knew what they were doing, sexually and otherwise. There was no fumbling around in the dark, no disappointing premature ejaculations, no deflated "that's it?" feeling in marked contrast to what I'd read in romance novels. Older men impressed my 20-year-old self with their confidence, | 4/28/10 | Free | View In iTunes |
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Her voice is positively silken, which might sound more than a bit redundant due to her artistic name, but she absolutely lives up to her name in every sense of the word. Her work conveys such sensuality, not only the obvious sexuality due to the content of her work, but real sensuality. Her words, spoken in that way that only she can, make the listener feel everything she wants to convey and more. One can receive through her voice and her words all the sensations she describes and even some that she leaves to the imagination. I absolutely recommend this to anyone who would like to, not only become greatly aroused, but also learn more about the sensory and sensual aspect of Sex, and become more comfortable with their own sexuality, whether it be somewhat conservative or even more open and adventurous.
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