Didn’t mean to leave you hanging like that. I’m still turned on, are you? Our musical arousal has moved from a stirring to a fluttering. Now, let’s up the tempo a bit as we move things to the dance floor.
Bodies – strange and familiar – are brushing against each other, moving to a beat. I’m shaking my ass. It’s dark and crowded and I just felt your hard-on against me.
Donna Summer had it right back in the 70s with Love to Love You Baby.
Do it to me again and again.
The music is heady and dreamy, like we’re dancing in a trance, magnetized to each other at the hips. There’s moaning that makes it clear what kind of love I love to love you with, baby.
In the 80s, Vanity 6 expressed her desire for a specific kind of “dance” partner in Nasty Girl:
That’s right, I can’t control it
I need 7 inches or more
Tonight I can no longer hold it
Get it up, get it up, I can’t wait anymore
When she asks the question, “Do you think I’m a nasty girl?” it’s almost a challenge – the implication being that she wants you to think she’s a nasty girl. Just like I sometimes want you to think I’m a nasty girl.
And movin’ on up into this century, Gioia’s Feel You from the Inside (Junior Vasquez Mix) from the Third Season of Queer as Folk is one of those tunes that grabs me down deep in the crotch and the soul.
I want you
I wanna feel you from the inside
Would you release yourself
Step into my parlour
I could please myself
But I want you
To make me feel alive
This one makes me feel like letting everything go. Intensely. To the point of being so lost in connection and searing passion with my lover that we don’t even remember where we are. Even on the dance floor.
Slowing it back down a bit to keep us on the edge, there are your sensual R&B love-making kind of tracks. Is there anything sexier than Marvin’s Sexual Healing?
Baby, I think I’m capsizin’
The waves are risin’ and risin’
Yes, Mr. Gaye, I can relate to that like you would not believe.
Oh, D’Angelo. How Does it Feel, you ask? Well, when you tell me that you
Love to make you wet in between your thighs
… I’ll tell you that you’ve got the job done perfectly well.
Floetry wants us to cut through all the bullshit and stop denying what we feel in Say Yes:
I recognize the butterflies inside me
Sense is gonna be made tonight, tonight
All you gotta do is say yes
I’m game. Don’t leave me hanging out on the ledge alone, flapping in the wind, Love. Meet me half-way, take hold of me and don’t let go.
I cannot go without mentioning The Blues as a whole genre when it comes to being turned on. The Blues is real. The Blues is raw. The Blues’ hot rhythms are sex. It’s a man plucking on his guitar strings – just like he’d play on my pussy.
One of my favourites is Muddy Waters’ Mannish Boy. I linked to a live performance here because there’s something about the sweat and the live beat of Blues that makes me feel like my eyes are closed and somebody is pumping me sultrily down on the bayou:
I’m a MAN…I’m a hoochie coochie man
Something about the way he yells “maaan” and shakes his head touches something anciently deep in my core, almost like a musical vibrator.
Then there’s Howlin’ Wolf’s Back Door Man.
When you come home you can eat, pork and beans
I eats mo’ chicken, any man seen
I am, a back door man
No matter how one chooses to interpret that, it’s sultry and a bit improper, and I can feel my panties being slowly slid down and over the bodacious curve of my rump.
Sometimes you just need a good pounding. There are few hardcore tunes that get my blood racing. Like Nine Inch Nails’ Closer. It thumps and screams and gets down to our basest desires:
You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
It’s that raw, uncontrollable desire. Yeah, I can dig that.
Stone Temple Pilot’s Sex Type Thing really gets me down in the groin. Probably because (amongst other things) it’s about somebody getting you. As I mentioned in a recent blog, “The Freak Factor,” there is something absolutely glorious about the recognition of another like you:
I know you want what’s on my mind… I know ya like what’s on my mind…
Why, yes. Yes I do. Bring it.
If you’re a 50 Shades of Gray fan, then Puddle of Mudd’s Control might be up your alley. Not only is the music hard-driving, but the lyrics also make it pretty obvious:
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
When I have control of you
Oooh, it hurts to sit down today, Darling.
For something more exotic, check out Pomegranate by Transglobal Underground with its sensual melody, its tribal drums, its pure longing.
I’m speaking to you… I wanna see what you will do… I’ll be watching you swaying, like a palm tree in the breeze… oh, splendour…
This gem makes me think of belly dancing for you in private. Of biting into the ripe crimson fruit and its juice staining my lips just before I kiss you everywhere. Or my lips stained red from the delicious pressure of you sucking and biting them as I move my hips in hundreds of different ways while you’re inside me.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this horny musical journey. Going back and listening to all of these at once has got me in a severely heightened state of arousal, even though it was really just the tip of the sexy song iceberg. I fear that I might spontaneously combust. If you don’t hear from me for awhile, you’ll know why.
Do you get turned on by particular types of music? Certain songs? Do you have a favourite “Fuck Playlist”? Give it to me, Baby.
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