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Calling all pleasure propagandists.  The Pleasure Project has been asked to help out at a very fancy Delhi Art Summit Event.

CAN YOU SEE ME?

Is a new art show about gender, sexuality, culture and religion in the global south in the new Engendered Gallery in Delhi.

Our dear friend,  is coming over from her day job (Tea Lady to minor Royalty  in England) to help out. She does not know much about art but she knows what she likes. She won’t understand a word (bless her) about all the isms ; but she serves a blinding cup of tea.

She will be happy to swap you a cup of char (or chai) for your fantasy. Inspired (possibly) by the art.

She is a good listener, so feel free to confess ALL. As we all know the tea lady often knows more than it might appear; because she always offers tea ‘n’ sympathy.

See you there. Share Your Pleasure and expand the fantasy bank some more (see here for previous Delhi events and inspirations).

Remember think GREEN – it also saves the planet to recycle fantasies.

At SPACE ENGENDERED , 125 A Shahpurjat, IInd Flr, New Delhi, India

On Sunday 29th January from 2pm till 6pm (High Tea at 4pm)

Due to the sensitive nature of the work (ohhh)
RSVP is  REQUIRED at engenderednyc@gmail.com

if you can do this you get a free cup of tea

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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 midnight 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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Thanks to all who came to Yodakin Bookstore last night and bravely wrote, read and shared their fantasies at our “Share Your Pleasure” event. We are now all the richer in our collective fantasy bank.

Let it long continue this participatory literotica festival  . . .

We had a wonderful array of fantasies –  both ones we had prepared earlier and others spontaneously added to our “fantasy box”.  Whilst people read we watched a backdrop of polymorphously perverse  images including some that attendees had sent to The Pleasure Project in advance – you naughty exhibitionists you.

The evening began with a beautiful feast with Rosalyn who whetted everyone’s appetite with her soaking, marinating chicken. Taking us deep in the art of lustful food.

 
Then with perfect timing Sumit arrived fresh from the exertions of his Haus Kaus run to glow and deliver his running fantasy. Oh the sexiness of the competition between male runners. He dis-robed and then re-robed as a laburnum tree in bloom. He admitted that he was a mixture of
” speeding machismo, and admiring legs”

 

I then came out to admit my fetish for sofas and clasped a shiny cushion and described my current  favourite one, it’s beautiful dark wood edges and it’s perfect height, just right to catch that space between thighs and hipbone. How I often

“let the soft skin of my forearm sneak a touch of it’s upper edge”.

We also heard a couple of anonymous readings from people who were in the bookstore – but did not want to read. We like shy people, sooooo cute.

So Oroon had the pleasure of reading them. We loved hearing about the threatening intimacy of two women shaving each other and then were immediately plunged headlong  into the cool relief of two wet women with

“Handfuls of wet stretchy fabric and then finally cool skin, firm waist, a shoulder blade, the beautiful smooth roundness of her ass, a billowing curtain brushes both bodies with rain smelling wind”.

Arushi then treated us to  her favourite fantasy of public sex and one man’s unusual take on unsafe sex – that its not to be encouraged because it makes you travel through wormholes in time and space. Not worth the risk of where you will end up, we reckon.

Which led us neatly to the sex toy demos; the wonderful remote controlled vibrating egg or  the beautifully snug lubed male sheath that can be carefully teased down a dick with your lips. Even be filled with a dab of lube to give a warm wonderfully squishy feeling all over the head of his erection – and last but not least the FC2 that gives you a special tickle and if you like it a rough bump and grind during sex. The ring pushed deep into your pussy gives a feeling like someone is lightly teasing the back of your eyeballs. . .

Phew. It was a steamy night. As I walked down the quiet lane of Haus Kaus village, dazed people spilling out into the dry hot night. One woman said to me

“I have never been to anything like this, to hear people’s fantasies and write my own, but now I can’t stop thinking about that one, that one where my best friend will watch me having sex and direct the action.”

So go forth and have fun, but please pleasure each other safely.

Next up – what did people write in that fantasy box ?

What sweet inspiration did occur to you all after hearing all these fantasies ?

For that you will need to wait a while . . .

 

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There are so many reasons not to.

We didn’t have to come all the way to the home of Sigmund Freud to know our desires will always be sublimated. But passion is the opposite of reasonable and in the spacey, jetlagged early mornings, I search the plenary for the set of your shoulders and the vulnerable naked place at the back of your neck that I have already stared at through so many meetings, imagining the taste of your skin. As the days warm up, the smell of rubber from all those condoms gets overwhelming and for me it’s the smell of sex… almost unbearable.

We sit together and the small spaces between us crackle with the static of the un-said and un-done. I dream about you at night and all day at the meeting every allusion to sexuality reminds me of what we might do, every political passion feeds the desire unravelling inside me…inside me, where you would be if we weren’t both so wedded to reason.

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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.

..

“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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We met at a party last night – it was a nice party, but certainly not a wild one. Between slaps at the mosquitoes I heard about your research, your poster presentations, your conference experiences. Well, not too much about the “extracurricular” conference experiences, but at least the ones listed on the program. You were intriguing, exciting, and definitely sexy. I gave you my card… will you be in touch? Only time will tell…

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