sex, music, & memory

I don’t have the best long-term memory. I have to memorize via association for anything to actually stick. But despite barely remembering what I learned last semester, song beats and lyrics come naturally to me. I can listen to a song twice or thrice and have most of the words and melody embedded for up to five years.

This means that when I have sex with music playing, I remember it with a significantly enhanced clarity. I recall tiny details, such as exactly when the foreplay ended and the penetration began, when I orgasmed…it’s mad. Some of my partners have been completely defined in my mind by what discographies we fucked to. 

Here’s a small sampling. Longer stories of these mystery partners will be revealed in due time.

'Chutes Too Narrow' intense love-making to The Shins with my long-term high school boyfriend; don’t worry, my vaginal expansion is not too narrow, it’s just tight enough…

Secret New York City sunrise fucking to Radiohead's 'In Rainbows'…

Ridiculous amounts of Incubus sex, every album except for Fungus Amongus in various states of non-sobriety (oh and seriously click that link, music video of a very fun-looking swinger’s club)…

Cheeky Kate Nash enjoyment, I would describe his cock as ‘Made of Bricks’…

We’ll continue these shenanigans later.