Eros Day 2008, yet another sensational night of collective ecstasy and erotic exploration, plays tonight on RadioSuzyTV for your free listening and viewing pleasure.

Harmony flies in Eros Day Ecstasy on The Cross . . Photo: Orion

The center of the sexual storm is Mario Saucedo‘s Bondage Cross, a large imposing black wooden X with more skulls and crossbones than Skull & Bones, elegantly designed to string up sinners for torture, whipping, teasing, pleasuring or just displaying in all their spread-eagled naked and semi-naked glory. A variety of sinners ascend the Cross on Eros Day ‘08, from living goddesses to hot porn stars to sexy fetish models to innocent but eager girls-next-door who have “never done anything like this before!“

We begin with a vision of Venus (Aphrodite to the Greeks), the Goddess of Love, Mother and Lover of Eros, divinely naked except for her signature golden belt, and shackled to the Cross.

Like Prometheus was bound to a rock for teaching humanity how to make fire, Venus is bound to the Cross for teaching us how to make love.

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This is The Passion of The Goddess… As Christ suffered on the Cross at Calvary, so Venus suffers on the X at the Speakeasy. She suffers for our sexual sins. She suffers for our sexual hypocrisy, our sexual sanctimony, our sexual stupidity, our sexual selfishness, our sexual violence, our sexual politics, our sexual jealousy, our sexual bigotry. She suffers for our sexual shame.

I whip the perfect pink heart-shaped areola as she moans and writhes against the chains for the sake of human sexual sin. Then I declare, Venus has suffered enough! It’s Eros Day! And it’s time to play…

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But before we play, we pray. Amen & Awomen. Eros Day is a Faith-Based Program. A bevy of beautiful nude, topless and winged Eros Angels of all shapes, sizes, ages and colors assemble around the Cross, including the Shadow Venus, living goddess Darryl Hanah, and her angelic hubby of 14 years Jack Fountain (our Shadow Eros).

Also attired in Gene‘s classic diaphanous togas are Porno Dan and his strikingly pretty newly wedded bride Kira Silver, erotica cowgirl Hollie Wood in Centurion leather (escorted to the Speakeasy by the elusive Jack the Zipper), the irrepressible Ms. Genevieve, lovely Lorelai, raunchy Raquel, nipple-pierced and glowing Katie Kand a few unnamed beauties, each holding an Eros Day Cock Candle in the shape of the Planetoid EROS 433 (closest to Earth on Eros Day).

We dim the lights, ignite our Cock Candles and a mystical fog envelopes the Speakeasy as we recite the Eros Day Prayer, calling upon Eros to fly down from Heaven to liberate His Lover – who is also His Mother (those ancient Romans were very naughty) – Venus, from the Cross.

Venus on the Cross is embodied by the heavenly Miss Bunny, her flame-red hair and heart-shaped areola glowing in the firelight. Jay Lassiter is Eros, his divinely chiseled hard body set off by Gene‘s dove white wings, and his often erect member an excellent replica of the celestial curve of the cock-shaped Planetoid Eros 433.

Eros liberates Venus from the Cross, the Eros Angels, nymphs and bonobos cheer, and we all get down to having a happy horny Eros Day. Darryl, Jack, Jay, Ms. Bunny, Porno Dan, Kyra and I all pile into my big brass bed, and with all the wings and togas, it does look kind of like a scene from Eros Day conceptualist Lasse Braun‘s Lady Caligula. with several sensational XTC glass dildos with bumps, ridges, orgasmic colors, and erotic curves that make Venus come and come again. All the nymphs and angels are in ecstasy over XTC.

A call comes in from Monica in Chicago who is celebrating Eros Day by masturbating to her favorite fantasy: Having sex with another woman. As if illustrating Monica’s fantasy, Kyra goes down on Venus, making her come with XTC, as Monica in Chicago comes on the phone — calling out to God and Eros.

Despite the vivid nature of her fantasy, Monica has never gotten to first base with a real woman. Why? “Too shy,” she says. I suggest she try meeting her Princess Charming on the Internet, modern adult playground for the shy.

Next on The Bed are blonde bombshell Heidi Mayne, Cynthia and Van Damage (another married couple in porn) and hot “Sex, Life and Hannah” author Dorota Skrzpek. We talk about Sex, Life and Eros Day. Then my guest coordinator Eric Emmanual plucks a sweet young lady from the audience and brings her up to The Bed.

Her name is Harmony, and she’s not a porn star or an erotica author or even a fetish model.. She’s a cocktail waitress, her parents were hippies and her heart is on the Bonobo Way.

Apparently, this waitress has served enough cocktails (for now). Her Eros Day fantasy is to have sex with another woman (it’s popular this Eros Day).

I advise sweet Harmony to remove her dress, bra and panties, leaving on nada except her stockings, garter belt and her big broad smile.

Then I ask Eros, white-winged corseted Cynthia and big Van to shackle sweet Harmony to the Cross.

We kiss, caress, tickle and whip her lovely body with feathers, lick her luscious clit and tease her upper and nether mouth with a sparkling glass planetoid, penetrating her succulent Milky Way, putting honey sweet Harmony into XTC ecstasy.

Before her arms go numb, we take her down from the Cross, and up goes our Tattoo Marilyn, Page Morgan.

Then Harmony has her chance to fully realize her Eros Day Fantasy under the divine guidance of Eros Himself, who holds her as she kisses, licks and sucks Page off on the Cross.

Suddenly, in the middle of the steamy hot girl-girl action, the courageous little cocktail waitress arches her spine and gives a backbend blowjob to Eros!

In this position, which is impossible for me to even look at without needing a lumbar massage, Harmony deep-throats Eros’ beautifully curved, upwardly mobile planetoid. Holy Heavenly Bodies! Who knew this sweet “girl-next-door” was such an erotic acrobat?

Now that’s what I call bending over backwards for God.

In the midst of all the sexual athletics, Nikki from Las Vegas calls in with her Eros Day fantasy about doing it with a cowboy in a barn.

She’s got the cowboy (her new boyfriend), but there aren’t many barns on the Strip, so they’re headed for Texas. She fantasizes about doing it in front of horses and cows, inspiring them to do it with each other.

That’s not having sex with animals, that’s having sex for animals.So in the Spirit of Eros, we tell her to go for it. Heehaw! Now Harmony is purring, Miss Bunny is wiggling her tail, and Porno Dan is starting to whinny as, Kira goes down lustily on her hubby’s rock-hard planetoid. Who knew barns and astronomy could be so sexy?

Then Heidi strips and everybody boogies to the seductive rhythms of DJ Leo9.

Some dance, some screw, and more erotic “victims” suffer for our sexual sins upon the Cross, including yet another “girl-next-door,” a hot soaking wet little accountant named Erica, as well as Debra the sensuous transgendered-attorney-next-door, and the Goddess Darryl Hanah Herself (though this goddess won’t be chained).

Eros Day 2008 happens to align exactly with Speakeasy Girl, BonoboWay Developer, Warner Sister and Melo Queen Sara Sioux Robertson‘s 27th birthday. We celebrate with a bunch of traditional and kinky presents, including the glorious, giggling birthday sacrifice of Melo Girl Teri London, bound to the Cross for the Sins of her Queen. That’s Melodramatic!

Too many other cool freaky people to describe, from Juicy Jay and the 7 foot tall clown couple to sultry Pamela who Eric talked into driving 9 hours from Utah to Karri and Trista of The Rant in their red wigs and silver sundresses, all dancing and screwing and whipping their way through Eros Day at the Speakeasy.

As the night evolves, we give away more XTC glass dildos, Condomania condoms, Moore/Block in ’08 Buttons, Speakeasy 2008 Calendars, DVDs of the Original Eros Day, as well as Dommes & Hollie, Bonobo Way and our best-selling Squirt Salon, Doc Johnson Pocket Rockets, Two Fingers & A Thumb, Lady Caligula by Eros Man Lasse Braun, Agavero Tequila Liqueur, Chinese Aphrodisiacs and the new edition of my 10 Commandments of Pleasure, celebrating the last Eros Day under the Bush Crime Family, enjoying the erotic art of Bill Pacak, Eban Lehrer, Lanning Gold, Sayko, Michael Hartman, Karin Swildens and the many other brilliant provocative artists that adorn the Speakeasy Gallery.

—– WINNER: BEST LEGS, EROS DAY 08: MERCEDEZ. —– Photo: MarsFX

Many Brothers and Sisters come up to me to testify that they have been touched by Eros this night – physically, intellectually, emotionally and spiritually. Some have tears (or is it female ejaculate?) in their eyes. Some are orgasmically charged. Some are just drunk. Others are just touched. Rare is the opportunity in today’s society that we can share an evening of collective ecstasy in real-life with a variety of ethical hedonists of different generations and cultures. We who experience these comings-together are, indeed, blessed by Eros. Amen & Awomen.

My Eros Day climaxes as My Eros penetrates my exploding galaxy with his soaring planetoid. Hallelujah!

And now I’m lying in the afterglow, fantasizing about EROS DAY X to be held January 24, 2009 (for the super earlybird special, make your reservations now). In the meantime, sit back, caress your planetoid and enjoy the raw unedited stream of Eros Day Ecstasy on the Bondage Cross…