First Piece Ever Read at the Very First Erotic Literary Salon, May 2008

The following post was written about the first piece ever read at the Salon. Laani a striking young women not only read her piece beautifully, but was dressed to entertain. If memory serves me correctly it was a tight black dress with high, high heels – red in color. The story follows.
May 2008 revisited post: Laani started off the salon’s original readings with this marvelous story. It took great courage to read this in front of strangers, and set the tone for others to come forth in a space of comfort. I thank you Laani and all those who followed with their stories.
I want hot cinnamon kisses

Sprinkled down my back

Some sweet pepper smack

And a handprint on my ass
My Father’s Bed
i’m playing with my pussyon my father’s bed. i have found his porn and toy stash, and i have beencumming for the last hour. The magazines are spread around me and there is avideo playing soundlessly on the TV. The hard, red plastic vibrator has been inmy cunt and, slowly, inserted into my ass, with no real effect. It was quicklydiscarded. my fingers are pressed to my soaking wet clit, my ass moving up anddown, grinding another orgasm out of my exhausted body. i am sweating, the heatof my body radiating from me, steaming the sheets and pillows. my eyes aresqueezed shut, my brow is furrowed, i am about to go over the edge yet again.
i want my father to find me like this. Cumming on his bed. Panting and flushedafter imagining him fucking me. i want him to become aroused at the sight of mythighs slick with my own fuck. my cramped glistening fingers curled up on thepillow beside my head. i want him to see between my legs, my still pulsingclit, shuddering under his gaze. i want him to touch me there. He’ll wethimself with the juices of my cunt, and straddle me. He will press his cockagainst my breastbone and gather my tits together. He will fuck me that way,the head of his cock popping into my mouth with every thrust. And when he cumsit will be in my hair, splashed across my tits, pooling in the hollow of mythroat.
i will be used. i will be desirable. i will arouse. i will be wanted.

Laani’s blog can be found at:

Erotic Story – Sexual Desire at 90

When Frances the Salon’s Nonagenarian first came to read at the Salon, she used the pseudonym Lily. She was fearful of losing her volunteer position; working with young school children in Florida. A year later she threw caution to the wind, and now she is Frances to all who attend the Salon.

The piece below was her first attempt at writing erotica – first person – true story.

I am Lily ‚ there he was, the man, standing by the pool of our senior community. My eyes stood still and my breath slowed down. I hadn’t seen a white haired man who could touch my heart for almost a lifetime.We reached for each other and agreed to meet the next week.

Without shame I lay naked on the bed, eagerly separating my legs as the man knelt before me. My body warmed in a new way. Ripples of movement ran through me ‚ and music by Vivaldi.

My skin smoothed out and was flooded with rosy coloring. I was a painting by Rubens and the man said I was beautiful. – First Date.

Leda & Swan, Rubens


“Girth” – (size matters) – A Poem Read at the First Erotic Literary Salon, May 2008

Reprint of wonderful poem read at the first Salon, May 2008.


DeVo Nelson

it’s true what they say
it really isn’t the size that matters
second only to how you use it -
is girth

that thickness
that fullness
that broadness
that heaviness
that obtuseness

that auspicious attribute
that satiates the hunger for being full
that seductive monster

that wideness that pushes against the edges
the sides of the cheeks, labia, anal canal
creating that sweet unruly friction
just letting in enough air past and through to the sweetspot
popping bubbles of supreme ecstasy
making you gasp for just the right amount of breath
(it’s your only reason for living anyway)

“This one’s too long,” Goldilocks might say
or perhaps: “This one’s too short”
but you know when she heeds and says
“This one’s just right!”
it will be the fattest member

a chunky slab of salty meat
that strong rooted trunk
lying in a bed of coarse, chlorine-smelling bush
a veiny shaft on which to sit
to feel yourself being ripped apart, gaping open
only to be put back together again

feeling empty
when he pulls out
leaving you with torn tissue
legs wide open
eyes spread
feeling that septor rule you for the rest of your day

More of DeVo Nelson’s work can be found at his blog:

Artists Against Censorship – Literary Event 4 U.S. Campaign for Burma

Open Mic for Artists Against Censorship – This most important event is being held tonight, August 25th. Please join me to help raise funds and awareness for artist’s censorship in Burma. Only $5, food is included. Free admissions to the Erotic Literary Salon will be raffled to support this cause.

“Awesome performances by local poetry, spoken word, fiction and non-fiction artists!! Check out some new and seasoned artists. Join the open mic! Don’t miss this opportunity to express YOUR views about censorship!!

List of phenomenal performers include; Paul Siegell, Kelly McQuain, Quincy Scott Jones, Gabrielle De Burke (Plumdragoness), Debrah Morkun, Francesca Costanzo, Bonnie MacAllister, Michelle Reale, Eric Smith, David Dill, Ellie Hutchinson, Steven Merkel, Michelle Tooker, and Tamara Oakman.

Help us raise money to benefit our fellow artists in the world. If we don’t stand up, who will???

Poet Saw Wei was imprisoned for two and a half years for hiding an anti-government message in a poem. Mao Thawka, also a poet, died while serving 20 years for writing a poem critical of the military. Burmese comedian Zarganar is serving a 35-year sentence for publicly criticizing the government’s failure to assist victims of Cyclone Nargis.

These men and those currently in prison are the unsung heroes of Burma. They have been censored and wrongfully imprisoned by their government for speaking the truth.

In 2005, I visited Yangon, the former capital of Burma. I quickly fell in love with the lush landscapes and gilded pagodas dotting the horizon, but it was the interaction I had with the Burmese people that most inspired me. They are the most resilient and welcoming people I’ve met in any country I’ve visited. As a poet and writer, I value my creative freedom. The people of Burma deserve theirs too.

So join me (Michelle Tooker), Tamara Oakman and members of the Philadelphia Chapter of the U.S. Campaign for Burma in raising awareness on this issue and $3,938—$2 for each political prisoner.

Artists Against Censorship: A Literary Event
Thursday, August 25, 2011
5:30-9:00 p.m.
Moonstone Arts Center
110A S. 13th Street
Philadelphia, PA
$5 – admission fee
Raffles will be held as well as an open mic. Light refreshments for sale.
Proceeds to benefit the U.S. Campaign for Burma.

If you can’t make it to the event, but still want to donate please donate here: All transactions are secure through U.S. Campaign for Burma.

Contact Michelle Tooker for more information: (845) 591-8960 or michellemtooker @”