Today is National Black AIDS/HIV Day - get tested, practice safely and have some Black sex... #shrug
I want to have sex with some music playing. It's been so long since I've taken the time to stop the action, find the perfect album, press play and go back to the romance.
It doesn't have to be romance music. It doesn't have to be all smooth mellow grooves. Whatever fits the mood is fine with me.
I began my musical interludes with, believe it or not, Public Enemy. It just happened to be the music playing when young Jaguar grabbed my face and pressed our lips together. She was a pretty girl with curly hair. Both of us in high school and the banging erratic beats must've amped her up.
...echoed in the room as our trip to third base commenced. Our dry humping in the humid attic of her house increased. Hot, sweaty and her hair a mess. The soundtrack added so much energy to the session.
Jodeci, gave me the courage to caress Mercedes as she slept next to me after a long night of studying. Every freaking night, every freaking day. Next thing I knew she was topless on top of me. Jodeci became our soundtrack. She always found a way to turn it on when she was turned on. Sex in the car as K-Ci begged and pleaded. Sex in the bathroom as Jo Jo whined and Mr. Dalvin and Devante did whatever the hell they did.
R. Kelly was in the CD player when I turned up the music so the neighbors wouldn't hear the moaning and dirty talk during a threesome. "Arah" beats bumped as Honey Rider road me and Phoenix watched. It was still in the player three days later when Honey Rider came back alone for a return engagement.
I've had sexual interludes to great soul voices like Marvin, Al and Stevie, but never to James Brown...yet.
One of my former lovers would get overwhelmingly horny whenever she heard India.Arie's "Brown Skin." It worked out well for me. Like turning on a light switch.
I've fondled, kissed, caressed and received oral in a taxi ride to music from Pakistan. I've had private in home "lap dances" to a sexy playlist arranged by a lover. Prince has sung, moaned and screamed through many of my moaning and screaming sessions.
But recently? No music. Only the moaning, slapping and sweaty sounds of passion. Is it because music just isn't the same? Do I need to go back to the old school music, or is there something new out there worthy of getting it on to?
What about you? Do you like music while you sex? Is there a song that reminds you of a particular session? Do tell…
They call me The Fury and I'll be your DJ with all the platinum hits.
Over the years, I've been blessed to have spent time with, befriend, love, learn from and share experiences with people who have helped me grow and inspire me everyday. They have shared words of wisdom, strengthened me with encouragement, gave me joy with a smile, comforted me with a hug, gave clarity to my visions and dreams and renewed my spirit with faith. It is through family and friends that I manage to be happy and hopeful.
These relationships work because we share our philosophies, our personal truths and an outlook that prompts us to seek something greater in all and in ourselves. Sharing a journey heartedly illuminates our lives and enriches our experiences. It keeps us moving....always evolving....ever changing.
I have been transformed by the wisdom, opinions, insights and revelations of those who have shared their journey with me. It's a blessing I long to share with you through my first ever blog. For me, writing is a reflection of my own direct experience and I look forward to all of you sharing your thoughts and experiences with me.
So...with that said....can I just say.....??? :-)