Music to My… Pussy? Part I: Makin’ Me Wet

I was so inspired by Mr. Wood’s recent blog on aural pleasure that I wanted to continue to explore how sounds can titillate us. I’m gonna take it now from the micro to the macro.

I love music from so many different genres. I revel in the diversity of melodies and rhythms and, being a woman who adores the written word, I love lyrics as well. I believe that there is a soundtrack to our lives. In my dorky case, Morrissey is more often than not my life lyricist. I’ve been known to try to mambo to a classical piece or belly dance to a hip hop beat. I have sometimes fantasized about cruising along in a ’38 Chevy with Glenn Miller cranked up on the radio. I typically have at least one song playing in my “mental radio” at any given time.

Music can be soothing, it can be rousing, it can tug on your heartstrings and it can evoke all kinds of memories – in much the same way as scent can. It turns on our souls. And I find that music can also get deep into my pants. Personally, I don’t think that sex always needs to be accompanied by music. Most of the time – for me – it simply requires the hard, soft, sticky, slippery, breathy and wet animal noises that we make. However, I find that sometimes different types of sex go really great with a particular song or type of music – almost like choosing a wine that’s going to sensually enhance, intensify and brighten the flavours of your meal.

STIRRING.

There are some rock tunes that always make me wet and get me in the mood, like T. Rex’s 20th Century Boy. It immediately conjures up that 1991 Levi’s ad with a young, seductive Brad Pitt. I can still recall my 20-year-old self’s mouth agape with some drool forming at the corner of my lips and some wetness seeping into my panties the first time (hell, every time!) I saw it. Mainly, though, there’s that guitar riff that just teases and toys like somebody’s tongue moving lazily but deliberately around my sex. I’m not even sure if the ad was ever aired in the U.S. (I saw it in Europe, where I was studying overseas at the time) because our Puritan sex police under the first Bush administration might’ve been too afraid of all the turned on young women – and men – walking around.

Truth be told, I miss my Twentieth Century boys. They were less uptight, less confused, less flaky, less afraid, more forthright about their desire for me and just knew how to get down to it in bed and romance. My pussy was their oyster, so to speak, and we explored like Sir Francis fucking Drake. Sigh.

Every summer when it starts to get too hot, my mind and my loins bring me to The Black Crowes’ Remedy:

If you let me come on inside
Will you let it glide?
Can I have some remedy?

Where is my remedy, people? Oh, pleeeease? Come a little closer. And lick the sweat running down my ass crack…

And although I’m not a die-hard Nirvana fan, there is something about the combination of Kurt’s rawness and the guitar that reverberates in the depths of my belly that makes me want to fuck. Particularly, when listening to Drain You:

Chew your meat for you
Pass it back and forth
In a passionate kiss
From my mouth to yours
Sloppy lips to lips

Have you ever tried melting some chocolate in your mouth – or chewing some strawberries – and passing them between you and your lover while your tongues explore every crevice of each other like you’ll never be able to get enough or wander far enough or deep enough? When your lover’s tongue goes to places in your oral cavity where your own dentist probably hasn’t even been?

FLUTTERING. 

There are some sexy hip hop brothers whom I’d like to grab me by the hair and take me from behind. In particular, LL Cool J (one of my fantasy husbands) in Doin’ It. The whole song is like foreplay. It’s mesmerizing. His collaborator on the track, Leshaun, sings exactly what I’m thinking when I listen to this beautiful man rap about wanting to knock my block off:

I need a roughneck… who ain’t afraid to pull my hair and spank me from the back

Makes me want to relocate to Queens to find my “man of steel.”

50 Cent’s Just a Lil’ Bit is a delicious tease. There’s an exotic Arabian sound winding its way around the track like a lover’s lips wending his way around my body from head to toe, that makes me think about those times when you just want to fool around a little:

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit,
take ’em off pull em down just a lil bit,
get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit…
get to lickin’, a lil bit

But by the time your mouths are swollen and your hands are sticky:

Clothes off, face down, ass up, c’mon.

Yes, Sir!

I’m a little short of breath now, but we’re just getting started, Lovers – that was just a tease. Hold that edge of arousal. I’ll be back with more soon. Trust me. In the meantime, let me know what songs cause your crotch to swell when you hear them. What tunes get you hot and bothered?

 

 

Love, Rosa

Rosa.Sparks@sexwonks.com

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