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Sex song for the sexy

There is no way in hell that you do not know this song.
If you are a fan of soul music, R&B or neo-soul then you know this song.
You taste it when you hear it.
You picture just how naked the artist must’ve been to write and record it (that’s private time thinking).
Any time you hear it, a sexual situation of your past comes back to you and you relive the last time you heard it.
I don’t know about you but it makes me freak the fuck out.
I wanna start taking off my clothes.
Pull her closer than close.

Splash on a splash and kiss on a kiss.
This song is the shit.

Nearly half as sexy as the artist herself.
Now this woman is top of my list… this is the pinnacle of a sultry, magically beautiful, soulfully talented, thick piece of a woman that I would lick the foot soles of after a 20-mile marathon.
I’ve been a fan of hers since the very first single (in fact I heard her before her first album licked so I feel like she’s MY artist).
She is exactly what an artist is…
Her style, even the way she looks, makes ya wanna fly to Philly and wrestle her to the ground, in a good way.

I’m talking about the wonderful Jill Scott.

And I’m talking about her totally delicious, 1.49 seconds of pure saccharine bliss of sound called Crown Royal On Ice.

Yeah….. you know the one…

I know you do… You’ve probably just thought about the song in your head and you’ve just gone, ‘hmmmmmmm, oh YEAH’.

You may know the song from the sex mixtape you keep just for your special occasions or you bought Jill’s third album and you had the same response to the song that I had when you first heard it.
You froze.
You turned it up.
She started singing and you had to rewind it.
Then you listened to the lyrics.
And you realised, “oh shit, Jill’s getting SAUCY with it”.
Then it finished and you thought, “where’s the rest of the tune?”

Even though there’s another aspect of the song on the same album, it only takes one play of that song to do the damage.

From the first line of the song, you know it’s going to be an emotional situation by the time you get to the end of it…
Funny to think that in writing this blog, I’ve realised that the song is about ONE simple position, yet Jill makes it sound like she’s singing about everything love, sex and emotion.

“Your hands on my hips pull me right back to you”

Talk about create a visual… from the first line, you can already paint a picture of what time it is. Although she could still be talking about a number of thangs, like dancing, it’s the next line that confirms TRULY what time it is…

“I catch that thrust give it right back to you,”

Okay, this is when Jill takes you off the fence and throws you face first into some audio pussy. I’ve never tasted audio pussy before until the second line of this song. Talk about a way to make ya mind picture some shit and the best thing about this line is that there’s more to come.

“You’re in so deep I’m breathing for you”

At this point, I had never heard Jill Scott say something so simple and yet so damn motherfucking amazing. I mean, where else could you be if your “in so deep” that she’s breathing for you. I mean, think about it… a man being inside you so deep that its as if she’s breathing for you? You don’t have to breath, you don’t have to speak… it’s like if you think about saying something it’ll come out of her mouth. That’s depth like when you have to move some ass cheeks and wiggle in just a little to get in deeper.

“You grab my braids arch my back high for you”

AWWWWWWW MAAAAAAAAANNNNNN… pull some freaking hair, stare at the arch pocket that forms in her back (if your loving Jill then I imagine that arch pocket is looking real sexy). That’s verging on some rough sex, she’s looking back at you, looking really sexy, telling you how to do it in a voice that makes you wanna run roughshot over her…

“Your diesel engine,I’m squirting mad oil ah”

There’s no explanation of anything needed for this line. He is the diesel engine and she is squirting mad oil. I don’t care what anyone says, I’m a lover of squirting oil, especially when there is no control over it. OoOoOoOooo… squirt that shit…

“Down on the floor til my speaker starts to boil”

If you aren’t making love or rough ramping with someone by this point in the song, then your game is not tight in anyway, shape or form.
If you’ve started on the bed, take it to the floor. Not like, stopping then saying, ‘let’s get on the floor’ but that kinda thang where you are getting so damn rampant that you end up on the floor and someone has carpet burns and after several orgasms, you look up and say, ‘hey, how did we end up down here?’

“I flip s**t, quick slip, hip dip and I’m twisted”

Now this is where simple, descriptive word play can be used to arouse and really give you that delicious thought of ‘imagine if she did this in front of me’. I mean imagine if your in the middle of a position change and she does that thing where she flips over real quick, slips you in even quicker and then dips her hips so you slide in a DIFFERENT way. Delicious ain’t it?

“In your hands and your lips and your tongue tricks”

These are the tools you should be bringing to EVERY table, every time, every night, without fail…

“And you’re so thick and you’re so thick and you’re so”

If you hear a woman saying anything like this then you know you have her in the place where you want her. Any time a woman says something like, ‘oh my GOD you feel so good’, ‘that’s some BIG dick’, ‘that dick feels GOOD’, a man will feel REAL DANGEROUS in himself. It’s like a feeling where you feel so good, you want to literally explode. When a woman says things like that, she KNOWS she’s stroking the ego of a man but it sounds so good, especially when she means it.

“Crown Royal on ice”

Whatever your drink, whatever you taste that makes you shiver because it tastes so good, whatever you swallow, you know what it does to you.
It warms you up, it thrills you hen it goes down, you lean with it and you rock with it. The drink is so sexy, you feel different just holding it in a glass.

And then, the sexy TCILF (Thick Chick I’d Like to Fuck) sings it again, verse and chorus, just in case you missed it.
And she does it with some extra ad-libs on top, which give the words an added aspect of sex.

If you’ve ever seduced or had sex with Jill Scott playing and she is singing that song, you get an extra piece of vida loca in your mojo and you should be getting SEXIER with it…
Because your not only feeling it, you’re doing it…
You’re feeling it.
You ARE it.

Try this: Stand in front of your partner naked… about 10 feet away from each other. Look at ya partner. Then play that song. Look at how sexy ya partner becomes, how the room temperature seems to increase, how an element of sex fills the room and its on before the song even finishes.

Whatever your sex song is, play it, move to it, grind pon it, thrust during certain parts of the song and sing when ya partner comes.
Then don’t let em rest… just do it again…

Make her feel like Crown Royal on ice…

By Mr Oh

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Ride it like you stole it

Right leg here, left leg far over there…

You may be humping and thumping, the bed might be bumping and the boots maybe knocking but, what is your technique saying?
Is there regular, consistent flow?
Are you keeping it interesting and ice dripping, making your partner not know what the hell is going on, even though your eyes are open?
Are you really riding it like you stole it?

@asturdivant made me wonder…

Made me wonder about that part of sex… the part that is like the major breakdown of a good song. You know, when the singer commands the band to breakdown on the one! (See: James Brown, Prince, D’Angelo)
It usually comes around the third quarter of a sex session; after foreplay, inbetween oral, possibly before anal (if you take it there).

Knocking around your libido, making you want more than you can get, there’s foul language (‘Oh you’re trying to OWN this pussy ain’t ya?’), possible nail digging, frantic grabbing, real hard grinding with teeth clattering kisses and face cupping stares.
This is the part of the sex when you momentarily hear whatever slow jam is playing in the background and sing it in your head because the lyrics are linking perfectly with what your feeling.
A preferred favourite is Jill Scott’s Crown Royal.
I know I mention Jill a lot but, DAMN, if that woman isn’t talented. Even her speaking voice is audio sex.
Anyone who has Crown Royal on their sextape or phone sex playlist knows the lyrics, but add YOU on a bed, laying down or laying ON someone. You’ve tasted pre-foreplay, licked foreplay and your three positions in.
Possibly two orgasms gone.
You’ve now reached the point where you need to be treated like you stole something. And this is your punishment.

You don’t need to be asked, you need to be TOLD and SHOWN!
It’s at this point you need someone to take control of you and decide for you how it will be done. Because at that point, you trust that they know.
All the while Jill is singing…

“Your hands on my hips
Pull me right back to you
I catch that thrust give it right back to you…”

Your hot, your sweaty, you don’t give a tiny rat’s ass. The person working the supreme bedchamber equestrian form on you is taking you to a realm of pleasure you are rarely able to put words on.
It’s like you can taste the sex in the back of your throat… or maybe you just paused to taste your work (YOU know what I mean).

“You’re in so deep I’m breathing for you
You grab my braids arch my back high for you
Your diesel engine I’m squirting my oil on
I’m down on the floor til my speakers start to boil…”

This is the breakdown of the breakdown.
You want to be touched all over at the same time. You wanted to be licked and sucked, kissed and blessed, you want to grind… nice and rotating hips style.
When you share a kiss, the conversation taking place between your groins is so loud, you can’t hear ya lips smacking.
A lady on her back with a leg up, hooked with her foot and toes flexing in the ether should be telling you to do something right about now.
Should be something along the lines of ‘FUCK ME’.

“I flip ish…” – flip her over in one slick magic movement, always best if you can do so without slipping out. Keep whatever rhythm you had going and don’t let her get a breath in between.

“Quick Slip…” – if you DID slip out by accident, get it in before anyone notices. To be honest, the sensation of slipping out and slipping back in, NOW, goes down REAL well. Simply because you get to reenter along a corridor which already has a buzz like a building lobby.

“Hip Dip…” – trusted… and always impressive, gets ya low and then high as it’s ground in…

“ And I’m twisted, and your hands, and your lips and your tongue tricks…” – you should be definitely, seriously touching something. Holding onto anything. Twiddling this thing. Nibbling that thang… Your intention is purely to massage and marinate the GREAT feeling that she or he is experiencing.
Interlock fingers, stroke a neck, fuck that, lick a neck, suck a lip… oOoOoOoOoOo… definitely suck a lip. That is something real tasty during this point in the good feeling. Build a good feeling while sucking a lip and the orgasm will hit on some next shit…

“And you’re so thick and you’re so big and you’re so… Crown Royal On ice…” – whoever she be should be greasing the pipe with sugar water right about now.
Her eyes should be closed, gripped tight, wide, crossed or rolled right back on some Exorcist shit. Her chest should be heaving like she’s losing a race with her breath. Her hair should be all over the place in some crazy sex style and if she has make up on then she may look like a poor man’s Joker.

But that’s how she wanted it.
The way you worked, made little circles with your hips, were hard and soft, paid attention to what she moaned at and was silent for, etc.
And there was nothing PREMATURE either, which always goes down well when it comes to true blue equestrian headboard demolishing.

It wasn’t about trying to be a jackhammer and pound through the headboard. It wasn’t about putting the dick in fourth gear and coasting for the rest of the journey. It wasn’t even about being the bad cop and hair pulling, bad language and all the other hard stuff.
It was just right.
The way both your hips moved was like the harmony on Jill’s second verse of Crown Royal (for you real music freaks, it’s about 1:14 in).
The way you were giving or receiving was just the perfect form and standardly gets top marks all across the board.
The best way to ride it like you stole it is to let go of the restraints of the vehicle and make it work the best way you know how. There’s no way other way to do it, just to do it.

You could NOT do it, but then that would mean suffering some substandard orgasm that I guess will do, but it’s not scratching the surface of what you are capable of.

More importantly, it’s not making you feel the way you wanted to.

And for your orgasm?

I think its worth riding it out…

So says Mr Oh

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