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The 10th International Congress on AIDS in Asia and the Pacific is happening right now in Busan, Korea. On behalf of The Pleasure Project, our brave reporter Revati is on the hunt for good safe sex or any mention of pleasure in sex education at the conference.
Revati is an old time pleasure propagandist who has written sexy tips, run pleasure workshops at the Colombo AIDS Conference where she diplomatically pointed out that maybe a woman’s head could be part of a pleasure body mapping. So she is well equip to seek erotic safe sex in Busan.
Here is her first post.
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The focus of the conference over the first two days has been on the protests around free trade agreements. A peaceful protest turned bad when the BEXCO (venue) security tried to disrupt the protest and when they couldn’t do it alone, they called the local police as back up. A few people were injured and two were taken to hospital. The conference organisers issued an official statement and apology for what happened yesterday but attendees are worried about – what will happen to the local LGBT groups after the conference. In the aftermath it seems like the Korean LGBT groups were organising the protest and were of the impression that the conference itself was organised by some arm of the government.
Two weeks ago we put out a call for fantasies for the “Share Your Pleasure”
most common fantasies ?
event in Delhi – and on the night we had a fantasy box into which we collected all your lovely fantasies. This was all to make us wealthy, healthy and wiser in our fantasy banks. We are adding them to the huge amount we collected in Vienna at AIDS 2010. It’s all good.safe.sex.
dilli desi-aunties ?
So its time …..to reveal……..what do those dirti delhiites fantasise about during the long hot summers….. ice cream? cold showers ? a functioning AC unit ?
So we asked the gathered listeners to tell us how their fantasies smell, feel, look and taste like…
Someone was very specific. Their fantasy tastes of vanilla or cucumbers on water, feels like mi
dnight showers and looks like a man in a top hat. Such poetry - we do hope they get all of that all at the same time soon.
Food predominated, as did water and a bit of light bondage and domination. (Oh ho Dilli Dilli).
And so of food; you wanted yoghurt covered blueberries, you wanted chewing gun stuck to nipples , you wanted to force feed your blind- folded lover green chillies and finally when all was said and done you wanted to “make alphabets in jam on bellies and clitorises” . (Was that the plural …..Phew)
But if that is making you a little too hot in this 
unbearable summer heat – you will be glad to know that water was a key preoccupation of our Delhi frantic fantasizers. We had lovers in with “the aroma of last night’s rain on a sandy terrace” or seeing him “dancing naked in the sprinklers in the lawns around the monument at 8am” and we had some lucky slave being dominated by her mistress in the jacuzzi.
And then some more unsuspected fantasies – two people like moustaches on a woman “its good to find a little to rub face to face, lip to lip” Oh hello. We hear you.
We also had a very sexy ode to a sexy Jacaranda tree and the man sheltering below it.
“You BLUE tree, wet dark and mossy carpety ! So so moist, cool, you thick trunk ! and millions of your blue blue flowers, falling, anointing my nakedness”. “Jacaranda you lucky bitch …look at the latino, caramel boy, sprawled, spread out to dry his beauty on your kind slope.”
We had a couple of very sexy nerdy fantasies. And before you say ANYTHING I always use the word nerd as interchangeable with sex god.
One was an OCD (very neat top of the class ) list of 4 exciting foreplay activities and then a sweet sad plea, to say ” I cannot think of more, I’m single and dying to try“. H, I do hope your time has come because that was a well organised list.
We also got a loudly titled “A Gay Fantasy’”
with a mathematical feel.
Licking armpits+licking chest hair+Rimming my guy’s ass =You know me!……… (well I do hope so ;-)
We had people wanting sex on railroad tracks, in dark cinemas and three people in a place we all knew.
Yodakin bookstore itself. Oh hello. A whole new meaning to sexuality resource centre. So we shall leave you with one of those very fantasies.
“I’m in a quiet corner in this bookstore in Haus Kaus village. I am slightly tipsy and aroused by the erotic images showing on a projector screen. I glance at a man in the corner. He smiles at me. I smile back. I start to touch myself. I can tell he is aroused. He starts to touch himself. We stare at each other, engrossed in our mutual masturbation. Suddenly we notice the room is silent. We have an audience. I decide to stop. I got shy”
I guess it really was alright on the night.
And THANK YOU DELHI. The fantasy bank is overflowing.
The Pleasure Project is looking forward to hearing what other cities might have to say on the subject of their fantasies. Will Bangalore be all about sex against their hard drives ? or Bhopal enjoying the lake at midnight ?
Who knows ? But keep those fantasies coming……..we are all ears.
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When I first arrive at a conference – jet lagged and exhausted – I usually have my head down on the task in hand. However there is always one –other fresh new arrival who catches my eye. And you know how it is in a crowd of 25,000 people he keeps popping up again and again – in the queue for the abstracts book – waiting for a coffee at the same time in the morning – getting on the same conference bus .
It’s funny how that new country, old friends, jet leg combination always gets me thinking about new adventures. Especially, when I’m surrounded by discussions of multiple concurrent partnerships, migratory sex, cross border transgressions. It just gets me into the mood for some of my own. It sounds so good coming out of the mouths of those so serious intellectual epidemiologists. Makes me want to try it again and again. And where better than AIDS 2010.
So back to X. This time I’m standing by my poster. Heaps of people streaming past. And then him. He nearly passes. Then pauses and turns. God he looks better close up. I guess West African – probably French speaking. Shoot my French is rusty. He’s statuesque. Smart looking, beautiful shoes. Damn I love a man who chooses decent shoes. That’s a “can’t resist attribute”. I lean back against the coolness of my plastic poster. Hope that it cools my blush.
I study him as he studies my poster. He’s concentrating line by line. With that academic focus that gets me really wet.
“Your confidence intervals are good”
His accent is amazing. His English perfect. I’m a little dumbstruck. And decide to take it all as a compliment. And maybe there is a hint of tease in his eyes – which are now looking at me.
Thank God for the poster stand to hold me up.
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“Thanks. I tried to get it right”
He’s cute. I want to run my tongue down his cheekbone. Along his neck. See his careful eyes roll up into his head. Hear that squeeze of a gasp that signifies the tipping point of his desire. Feel him catching his balance with a hand on my waist. He is so poised so cool so calm. Want to see his eyes wander in the plenary to me – to my legs – to the back of my neck. And know that he is thinking about what he will do to me after the session. I want to tease that medical aloofness and hear him whisper that he wants me bad. Real bad. I want to rumble right through his confidence intervals.
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