Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

11 June, 2009

Touched

“ But the thick curve of his erection was ready before they even touched."
— Craig Raine, “Love Affair With Secondaries”


Pop mix by Canta Bahia
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11 April, 2009

Sex Soundtracks: Top Ten Albums

Its no surprise that books, films and songs all follow the same build-up/climax/epilogue pattern as male or female orgasms. The steady climb and steady fall, the vertical leap and precipitous drop: kind of sounds like the difference between Wilson Phillips and Nine Inch Nails. Sex is story is soundtrack.

The world is divided into those who swear by sex with soundtracks, and those who are somehow indifferent. (I’m not even going to count you silent sexers- you’re probably the same ones that like mute partners, and that disturbs me to no end… necros.)

Once you’re in the musical fornication set, you’re divided into one of a few subsets. Generally, I think of them as the Barry White lovemakers, the Rasta tantrics, the Daddy/Mommy-Issue-Laden Metal mauraders, Hip Hop Bangers and the Trip Hoppers.

I fall squarely into that last category. In my mind, nineties trip hop was the beginning and end of good sex music. If you were born in the nineties, chances are your parents had a damn good time conceiving you. Once the Massive Attacks and Portisheads were washed away with the millenial mess of music, people were shagging to Matchbox 20 and Creed, and it might as well have been the end of the world. Read on >>

09 November, 2008

In the early morning darkness


I run my hand over the curve of his ass. He moans, even in sleep he responds to my touch. This is nice. Down a little lower to where bottom becomes thigh I stroke, over strong, thick thighs from hard, long hours of real work. Work that leaves him tired and aching, work that he is proud of and allows him to look back over his shoulder and see something tangible there for others to enjoy and never realize the pain it is to his body. I rub there at that invisible line between thigh and ass, stroke from back to side, inside thigh and outside thigh. The muscles there are different as night and day. Inner thigh seems vulnerable and tender, outer thigh thick and impossible strong. Up again I move my hand to that sweet ass that loves my touch. He is awake now, not speaking, but the contented sigh I know is one not from dreams, but from my touch...

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03 November, 2008

Just Hold Me

Maria Mena

20 October, 2007

Erotic Music

Warning: Will create a hot and steamy mood. Ready the champagne, light the candles, make sure curtains are well and truly drawn tight, send the kids on errands, unplug the phone, and have a partner on standby before listening.

30 September, 2007