Nearly every time my girlfriend and I have sex, Everybody Loves Raymond is on in the background. I took the time to reflect on this last night--afterwards, of course. I doubt that "Hey, we bang to this show a lot, don't we?" would have gone over too well mid-coitus. To be honest, I think that it's become our soundtrack because it's not funny enough to distract either of our frail attention spans, but it's just funny enough that when we're done, we can stand to watch it as we fall asleep--the dulcet tones of Robert's baritone voice between bouts of laugh track lulling us to sleep. As an added bonus, it supplies the room with enough light for me to see her naked without having to roll myself out of bed and turn off the lamp afterwards. Though, I'm beginning to think that if I'm channel surfing and I hear that short piano number that ushers in the start of the show, as if by some Pavlovian effect, I'll start getting hard. Maybe it's time to mix things up in the bedroom and start watching How it's Made instead. "Hey baby, let's get naked. It's toothbrushes and cotton swabs tonight." Focus: Do you have a sexual soundtrack? Is it a TV show or a song? For the hillfolk on the board, is it the irresistible melody of a subtle jug tune? Do you have a go-to, or do you switch it up?
Not really, but whatever is on has to be something that's not very interesting. If the Discovery Channel is on then I just can't concentrate on the task at hand.
The Away We Go or 500 Days of Summer soundtrack work best for us. Alexi Murdoch Temper Trap Zooey doesn't hurt either
Sometimes it just happened to be on and naughty things occurred. Sometimes it was deliberate to have this as the soundtrack. Whichever, I have no doubt Reznor is responsible for a significant part of my generation's having kids. That album inspires pure carnality in women. It's in serious rotation now. Personally, I prefer nothing gets played. I like everything silent and I like to hear what's going on. The night I hooked up with that diseased chick, Corrosion of Conformity's "In the Arms of God" was playing. She blames the terrible rock n' roll for everything not working out, I blame her fetid kooze and indifference to hygiene. There is zero doubt in my mind Pepper Keenan was watching over me like a beardy, guardian angel. In Pepper we trust.
Does the sound of someone's feet rustling the sheets at the foot of the bed while trying to kick the dog back onto the floor count?
I've never been able to get a sex soundtrack to work. I mean there are really three possible outcomes, none of which actually add to the experience: 1. You don't like the music, in which case you're going to be distracted. 2. The music's great, which leads to unconscious attempts to fuck to the beat, which never works IME. 3. The music is inconsequential, in which case why bother? I've always thought the only reason music gets mixed up with sex is when you're living in close quarters with other people and need something to cover up the sounds of fucking. But lacking that need, why bother?
This pretty well sets the mood. Every time. My gift to you. And who doesn't appreciate a little segue by Ron Jeremy, extolling some excellent advice on anal? Ahhh... the good old days when porn had a funky-ass soundtrack.
That would've worked perfectly for comedy of errors otherwise known as the night I lost my virginity.
Rule #1 about having good sex; never take yourself too seriously. Rule #2; have a great sense of humour. Rule #3; lots of lube. Rule #4; see rule #3
My sexual soundtrack is the majestic tones of my Indian neighbors upstairs fucking. "Oh! Ganesh!" (bed rattling) I'd be lying if I said it didn't take me over the edge.
Silence is golden in a house with 2 young kids. When I`m alone in the house though, it`s a different story. I usually attach the head of that hooker I killed 5 years ago to our vaccuum nozzle. If you get the angle just right, she sings.
I lost my virginity to Sheryl Crow's performance of "Soak up the Sun" on SNL. After that, I learned to enjoy the silence.
I used to have the most phenomenal playlist until my old iPod broke. I haven't bothered to make a new one so it seems that the dude I'm fucking now and I just throw on the new Kid Cudi to cover up the noise. It's not the best to fuck to, but I haven't gotten any noise complaints.
Wait, what? Focus:I've tried having sex with good music in the background, but I end up distracted because the music was so good. Either that, or the music wasn't fitting with the particular mood of the evening. If the sex starts in one room but moves around to the kitchen, living room, and then the bathroom, music is irrelevant. If the girl is particularly crazy, which I highly recommend, a little Tool never hurt.
I dated a girl several years ago and we got snowed in at her friend's place right after we started... Played this scene it game and had a blast. Long story short, girlfriend buys it for her self. We end up playing it against each other every once in a while and it got weirdly competitive. I can't tell you how many times I got a blowjob or went down on her or just started fucking to completely distract the other person. I can't play the game any more... because when I hear that fucking suspenseful music during questions, my mind wanders nostalgia and I can't focus on the actual question or anything.