This post was entered June 2008, the early stages of the Salon.

Please read the following attendees story and perhaps you would be interested in following his idea in the last paragraph.

Thank you so much for doing the Erotic Literary Salon. It has encouraged me to look back at my early experiences with erotica and becoming sexually aware. I was thinking about my young life and my early exposure to erotica-discovering Playboy magazine in high school, and hearing some friend’s fathers talk about getting it “for the articles.” I also remember a little digest sized magazine called, I believe, Sexology Digest or something like that. The newsstand at52nd and Market had it, and I would pick one up, try to buy it, and be turned down because of my age. But the newsstand guy would let me look through at the newsstand.

I remember two articles clearly-one about a man who would pick up hitchhikers and then get turned on by not stopping and allowing them to go to the bathroom until they were about to burst. He found this sexually stimulating. Another article I remember was about a woman who constantly hired young men to do work around her house in the summer months because she liked watching hard bodies work up a sweat. She would watch them from her bedroom and then masturbate (or as they called it then-“pleasure herself” for hours on end, thinking of their bodies.

This is when I first became aware of the fact that women have sexual desires every bit as strong as mine. It is also when I first became aware of the word, “vibrator.” There were other early experiences. Seeing the movie ad for Sophia Loren in the film “81/2; man those legs and those garters kept me thinking and sweating for many a night. Seeing Tina Turner live-again. those legs. Seeing Tina was the first time I got an unexpected erection, and it was the first time I wanted a woman and knew what I wanted to do with her.

And there was the literature-or “smut ” as it was called in the late 1960’s. a friend pilfered copies of Fanny Hill and Autobiography of a Flea from his father’s library, and that kept us occupied for weeks. I read both books from cover to cover, and then kept re-reading the “good parts.” Harold Robbins’, The Carpetbaggers; also had some hot sections-and I could browse that book in a real bookstore-little shame attached.

All of this has got me wondering-how did people get introduced to erotica? What were their early experiences? Are there patterns that are common? Or do urban dwellers have different experiences than rural folks? Does gender matter? Ethnicity? Class?Age?

I think it would be great if people sent their recollections of their early exposure to things erotic-literature, pictures, conversations, etc. and how they were affected by it. I think that would make for some pretty interesting reading. (Now, where is that copy of Fanny Hill anyway?

Erotic Poem

Found this poem on an old site – The Literary Courtesan. Poem by Enya Bouche. She no longer blogs, too bad, I really like her work.


“I want to taste your history,” he said,
his tongue at the entrance to me.
“You taste like salted honey,”
I thought of ancient lands,
of honey offered to
I felt myself begin
to flow toward him,
Offering myself to him,
wanting his tongue there,
just there,
the nugget of me
being suckled.
I began to open then,
to feel my secrets
seep from me,
into his mouth,
his gentle mouth that felt
like the legs of the bee
upon my flesh.
I felt the buzz then within me,
a hum of a thousand bees beneath my mons,
louder, louder,
so I thought he
might hear it,
this thing that was moving like a swarm
through me.
I felt myself rise under his mouth, felt
myself push against his lips and tongue and chin,
myself the offering,
myself the goddess.

First Sexual Experience – Resident Nonagenarian

These words were recited by Frances at one of the first Salons. She was recalling her first sexual experience.


Frances‚ Resident nonagenarian


I was five ‚ playing on the sidewalk of my parent’s grocery store. An old man, bent over and holding a cane said he’d give me a penny if I kissed him. I kissed him quickly and he gave me a copper penny ‚that matched the man. It was green with age.


I don‚t remember if I said, “Thank you,” but I remember running into the store and buying a piece of candy.


Now, years later, I still kiss old men ‚ only now its for free.

Erotic Poem Blog Site

The following erotic poem site was lost in the shuffle of changing to So very glad Professor Singh found us again. Perhaps someday the professor will grace our Salon and be a featured reader. I suspect the minor detail of distance – India, might present an obstacle. I hear traffic in India is even worse than some of our highways.

Do visit his site, the erotic poems are divine.