Music To Fuck By: MTFB #4

6 05 2009

Playful, cheeky sex is a wonderful tonic. Think summer sun, the snap of a towel on flesh and the need to use double entendres with wild abandon. You’ve got nowhere to be and plenty time on your hands. Pour a couple of margaritas and dance, reveling in your wanton desires and stumbling into each other for devilishly dirty, flirty sex.

This song sums it up: breathy, danceable and salacious. I love the lyrics so much it may just become my summer theme song:

I’ve got a bad boy and that’s alright with me
His dirty laundry is nothing that I can’t keep clean
And when he needs an alibi
He can use me all night

What’s the fun in playing it safe?
I think I’d rather misbehave
Your way

I’m just a bad girl, that’s why we get along
Won’t make excuses for anything I’m doing wrong
I’ll pull the trigger in a flash
Watch out honey, step back

What’s the use in playing it safe?
Wouldn’t you rather misbehave?
My way

Oh baby show me the money my evil friend
Let’s go to Mexico, drink margaritas in sin
I’ll light a candle for good luck
Now come on baby let’s…

What’s the fun in playing it safe?
I think I’d rather misbehave
Your way

We’re simply mad
Simply mad

Bittersweet: “Dirty Laundry”

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Music To Fuck By: MTFB #3

29 03 2009

This epic piece of instrumental music is from the movie The Fountain (which I’ve never seen). It moves me in it’s complexity, intensity and passion. Every second of it’s 8:25 paints a vivid picture. Several times there are moments of silence, resuming to build to yet another crescendo. While listening to it, I was compelled to describe the emotions it triggered and the scene that it inspired in my mind’s eye.

A melancholy between us, a parting nostalgia. The burning sweet intensity of our want. The emptiness filled by your soft kiss touching my skin. My mood is brooding, your fingers swirling, teasing in intensity.  The once-familiar sensations of your lust are resuming, building slowly, our mouths moving, bodies swaying together in a game of come follow.

Slowing,  pausing to drink in the moment before your attentions resume. I’m slick again, my hunger builidng. Again, you trail off, leaving me wanting, needing you.

Teasing me with delicate touches, then moving in stronger, harder, pounding again and again. Your speed increasing, I’m panting, my heart is pounding, I’m in sensation overload, my synapses firing like a strobe.

And then you stop.

For a moment.

And discover me again, fingers deep, moving over me, through me, in me, like a locomotive.

You stop. Peer into  the precipice.

Push me over the edge, the heavens open, celestial skies rain down on us as I explode.

You leave me quivering, spent and breathless.

Empty once again.

Clint Mansell: “Death is the Road to Awe”


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Music To Fuck By: MTFB #2

8 02 2009


For I’ve been a temptress too long

Give me a reason

to love you

Give me a reason

to be

a woman.

I just want to be a woman.

A feminist song to grind to. Deliciously lustful and alluring. Fuzz, reverb, guitars and heavily influenced by Massive Attack. Completely dripping with sex. Fingernails alternating between dancing lightly across your skin, causing goosebumps, and digging deep into flesh, out of need.

Portishead: “Glory Box”

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Music To Fuck By: MTFB

31 01 2009

Music has a profound effect on our sex lives. I may not always have music playing while having sex, but I am often inspired by it to set a mood, a tone, an intensity.

A powerful aphrodisiac, music will change my state of mind with a few notes. It gives me a giddy excitement, evokes a mellow luxuriance, or makes me prowl the sheets for prey.

So, why is it that so few sex bloggers talk about music? I’m starting the series Music to Fuck By, to highlight songs that I feel have an irresistible sexual quality. They may not be to your taste, because, hey, we don’t all get turned on my the same things. But, maybe some of them will find their way on to your playlist the next time you are looking for a little inspiration.

His voice is full of yearning, betrayal, and sex. With a slide, an intimate sound, and a cool groove,  I can’t help but slowly move my hips and picture his hands running down my back. With a voice like that, I wouldn’t have left him so long.

Fink: “All Cried Out”


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