and today's short post at erotic muses

is about Seduction Music.

Kind of sad: I have hours of "music to write by" carefully compiled and labeled. (lots of varieties of music, nothing with lyrics) and not a minute of seduction music even mentally labeled. That's what I was attempting when I wrote that. Nope, not coming up with answers.

I think I'll give it a miss, turn on some of my regular music and go to work.

Comments

  1. doug11:03 PM

    First time I made out with my wife, she put Ravel's Bolero on the record player. Yes, I said record player. You can explain "record player" to your children, and also why Bolero is a humorous choice of music.

    For real seduction music, we always preferred Erik Satie. We were probably the only couple in college to get horny watching My Dinner with Andre.

    (I'm back online, btw.)

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  2. Kate Diamond9:17 AM

    I once left a guy because he played R. Kelly's "Bump and Grind" while trying to put the moves on me.

    So not okay, on so many levels...

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  3. Kate7:11 PM

    yeah, I can see where that would be a golly-would-you-look-at-the-time moment.

    And yes, Doug, you are the only people in the world to get horny watching that movie. CLearly you are made for each other. (Although if you're talking really gross responses: Wally Shawn looks so much like my kids when they were brand new babies, I can imagine looking at him and getting a bit of the old nursing let down...)

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  4. Doug12:54 AM

    Probably had something to do with the movie being so dull that we had nothing better to do but grope one another in the theater. Ah, the good old days.

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