Jennifer emailed me on Tuesday:

Hi

Deviant Dining is this Thursday.

I am wondering if you would like to be one of a few people I have asked to do live erotic nude readings through dinner. 

You would be expected to arrive coiffed in an alluring way, then once people start eating randomly each person asked to do so will stand up and walk over to the bondage chair.  There you will slowly take off your clothes, and sit down and do a reading of a piece of erotica that will be stimulating for all listening.  The piece should be 3-5 minutes long and you would need to find your own piece/s to read.  Self written, inter-net find, from a book etc.
You could strip down to the nude, or to a nice pair of silky panties and stockings. 

Are you up for this?
Let me know.

Jennifer

I said yes and immediately started fretting. Not about what I would wear…I had a brand new pair of very pretty knickers that I was saving for a Lounge event. That along with garter and black stockings is what I planned to strip down to and I wasn’t particularly concerned about that part of it.

I was worried about what I would read and how it would be received.  A lot of what is written here is anecdotal and I wanted to tell a story not just relate a sexy occurrence or fantasy. I hadn’t realized it before, but most of my erotic fiction is written from the female point of view. That’s just fine when the audience is reading the story themselves. Hopefully it’s written well enough that they hear and see the female protagonist. But if the audience is sitting in front of me…I just didn’t think pretty knickers would be enough to make a feminine character believable. In the end I picked this poem and this short story, both written from a male point of view.

I have a tendency to shake and the more stressed I am, the shakier I get. I was the second reader of the night and by the time I got undressed, I was having a hard time holding the paper still enough to read. I haven’t had much public speaking experience. I toasted that bride and this bride and made them both cry. Besides that, no, not much.

It’s a funny thing…this blog is quite popular so I knew that a lot of people had read the pieces I’d chosen. I’d had nice comments about them so I guess I knew that people liked them, but still I was really nervous about putting my voice to my words.

So, how did it go? Well, nobody boo’d or threw things at me. Is that what I was worried would happen? No, I guess not. I wasn’t expecting the applause and all the really nice things people said to me. It felt good.

When I got home from work the next morning there was a tweet from Jennifer:

You were fucking amazing this evening – I’m really proud of you!

I like Jennifer. She makes me happy.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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