So maybe I lied, I don't often feel compelled to put my feelings into text so when the moment seizes me I might as well embrace it. (don't hold your breath for the next installment)
At the moment I'm listening to one of the sexier playlists and trying to think of a way to articulate the relashionship I have between sex and music.
(I had about six paragraphs on the subject but upon review felt it was way to wordy for a very simple premise)
To sum up the lengthy diatribe you will never be exposed to:
I find music very compelling during sex. Even though it isn't a necessary element, whenever it's on everything I do seems controlled by the music. It begins with my pace slowly matching up to the beat of the music but then transforms the entire experience to mirror the tone of the song/album/playlist.
I'm sure I'm not alone on this experience but what perturbs me is a history of partners who show a disinterest in the music being played during sex. Maybe I'm too easily distracted, but for me the wrong song choice has come close to ruining my night on numerous occasions. While a well orchestrated musical accompaniment should be given substantial credit for some of the best moments of my life.
Not sure if I'm letting this one go for commiseration, re-evaluation or the vain hope of deus ex machina in the form of another audiophile.
At the moment I'm listening to one of the sexier playlists and trying to think of a way to articulate the relashionship I have between sex and music.
(I had about six paragraphs on the subject but upon review felt it was way to wordy for a very simple premise)
To sum up the lengthy diatribe you will never be exposed to:
I find music very compelling during sex. Even though it isn't a necessary element, whenever it's on everything I do seems controlled by the music. It begins with my pace slowly matching up to the beat of the music but then transforms the entire experience to mirror the tone of the song/album/playlist.
I'm sure I'm not alone on this experience but what perturbs me is a history of partners who show a disinterest in the music being played during sex. Maybe I'm too easily distracted, but for me the wrong song choice has come close to ruining my night on numerous occasions. While a well orchestrated musical accompaniment should be given substantial credit for some of the best moments of my life.
Not sure if I'm letting this one go for commiseration, re-evaluation or the vain hope of deus ex machina in the form of another audiophile.