songs about kinky sex, post them here....

Adam And The Ants-Whip in my valise

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rD2fAS3QDw

I loooooove being your boyfriend.. :evilgrin: :loveya:

you are a lucky bastard :P

ILY

:rofl:

Zappa!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRwGqf2glDs&feature=PlayList&p=87110D7EB61DBCD6&playnext=1&index=24

:rofl:

Wait, what? :evilgrin:

yeah, that's what i meant :rofl:

:rofl:

:spank: :rofl:

You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me Ive got no
Soul to tell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get
Away from myself
I want to f**k you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to f**k you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that
It brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my
Everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its your sex i
Can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody
Else
I want to f**k you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to f**k you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive

sinful

;)

loooooove it :evilgrin:

*polishes halo*

O8)

:rofl:

Y'all know that one, right?

I actually knew how to play it on a guitar, many years ago.

The Cars... My Best Friend's Girl

Even as a junior higher in the seventies, I had no idea what this song was really about.

:shrug:

Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in new orleans.
Scarred old slaver know hes doin alright.
Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should
A-huh.

Drums beating, cold english blood runs hot,
Lady of the house wondrin where its gonna stop.
House boy knows that hes doin alright.
You should a heard him just around midnight.
Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a black girl should
A-huh.

I bet your mama was a tent show queen, and all her boy
Friends were sweet sixteen.
Im no schoolboy but I know what I like,
You should have heard me just around midnight.

Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should.

I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like a, just like a black girl should.

I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like, just like a black girl should.

the lyrics of this song are inexplicable

Some people give it a sexual meaning and it's a great song regardless.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eer9UoqN_9E

Sweet Sixteen in leather boots
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QvcKX4gK18Q

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPVrrGQtwDE
It's a song AND an instructional video!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwS9cEvpfjo

Nobody knows how to tie the simple knots that I know
Getting weak in the knees and your bruises are beginning to show
The only way she knows how to take it is blow by blow
Strapped to the rack with a slap on the ass should make her eyes
glow
I ain't no boy of bondage, you can use it, you can use it
I'm a loose lip talkin jockey with a whip & track to prove it
I'm the dehumanizing master
You better start your talking, cause I get what I go after
Where, where there's a whip, there's a way
Where, where there's a whip, there's a way
The devil in she likes the sweet beatin dreams everyday
Where, where there's a whip, there's a way
When it's time to leave the baby I'll let you know
I've got you buckled to the floorboards
Got you screamin like a pooch on a leash to let you go
She grinds her leather like Liberace rhines a stone
She rides just like a pony gonna sign that filly up for the rodeo
I ain't no boy of bondage, you can use it, you can use it
I'm a loose lip talkin jockey with a whip & track to prove it
I'm the dehumanizing master
You better start your talking, cause I get what I go after
Where, where there's a whip, there's a way
Where, where there's a whip, there's a way
The devil in she likes the sweet beatin dreams everyday
Where, where there's a whip, there's a way
Nobody knows how to tie the simple knots that I know
Getting weak in the knees and your bruises are beginning to show
The only way she knows how to take it is blow by blow
Strapped to the rack with a slap on the ass should make her eyes
glow
I ain't no boy of bondage, you can use it, you can use it
I'm a loose lip talkin jockey with a whip & track to prove it
I'm the dehumanizing master
You better start your talking, cause I get what I go after
Where, where there's a whip, there's a way
Where, where there's a whip, there's a way
The devil in she likes the sweet beatin dreams everyday
Where, where there's a whip, there's a way

Gotta love a Little Bo Peep Diploma!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OI1Vp7uSx_w

Give me
Your dirty love
Like you might surrender
To some dragon in your dreams

Give me
Your dirty love
Like a pink donation
To the dragon in your dreams

I dont need your sweet devotion
I dont want your cheap emotion
Just whip me up some dragon lotion
For your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Like some tacky little pamphlet
In your daddys bottom drawer

Give me
Your dirty love
I dont believe you have ever seen
That book before

I dont need no consolation
I dont want your reservation
I only got one destination
An thats your dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do

Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew

Ill ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
Ill just put you in a coma
With some dirty love

The poodle bites!
(come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(snap it!)
The poodle bites!
(come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it!
(snap it!)

You are... you gotta tell me something... I mean, seriously, I'm tellin' you this is the first time that any of my girlfriends and I have ever met anybody really from Hollywood... I mean, really... my girlfriend Jim, and Ian, and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank... I mean, none of us...
Pleased to meet you...
Hi Howie
We never met a pop star from Hollywood... tell me something: have you ever met Davey Jones? or Bobby Sherman?
No.. no, I ..
I mean... David Cassady, he's so...
Jimmy Greenspoon, once I...
Three Dog Night?!!
Yeah...
Oh! I love them! They're my favorite band!.. ow gawd.. oh, do you like my new car? I'm ah.. my Dad just gave it to me for graduation..
Ah yeaah?!! I'ts a ... it's a Fillmore, isn't it? Real futuristic, ah.. I dig the fins... listen: do you know how to get to the ah Hollywood Inn from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in the morning, y'know...
Oh, I didn't know that... Where do you guys play tomorrow night? I mean, I'd like to come maybe... in your bus or somethin'...
Yeah?..
(Voice in background):
In the BUS!
Come in the bus, huh?... Tomorrow we're in ah, let's see... Tierra del Fuego...
Ook! You're so professional, Howie!
Oh, it's not... it's nothing...
Howie, I mean, the way you gettin' tp-tp to play, an all these exotic places, I mean...
Yeah
Tell me something.. tell me and my girl-... TELL me: Do you really have a hit record... on the charts now?... with a BULLET? ... I mean that's really important to me...
Listen, honey: Would I lie to you just to get in your pants?
He-Het! Listen! Hey, listen to me tellin' ya: WE ARE NOT GROUPIES!
Naw, I never.. I never said...
We are not groupies! You better understand that!.. I told Robert Planet, I told Elton John, I told all those big guys...
Robert PLANET?!
We are not groupies!
No, I never..
Roger Daltrey never laid a hand on me!
Yaw.. it's obvious to see why... listen, I never...
(2nd non-groupie):
Howie..
(1st non-groupie):
Tell him! Tell him right now!
(2nd non-groupie):
We only like musicians for f-friends. You know?
(voices in back):
Real straight arrow, Howie, Really... just for friends, Howie...
(2nd non-groupie):
But we still like you Yeah.. we wouldn't mind coming in your bus, but..
(2nd non-groupie):
I mean, we still want to hear your record...
Listen you chicks!now didn' .. didn't you just say that you got off bein' juked with a BABY OCTOPUS and spewed upon with cream corn? an' that your hair-lipped dyke-o bass-playing girlfriend on the backseat had to have it with a YOO-HOO bottle or she went apeshit?!..
Ooooh..
What's the deal, baby? Come on..
Howie! Howie, lissen yo me... all that's true..
Come across..
All that's true, and sometimes I even dig it with a Doctor Brown's Cream Soda... or a CEL-RAY!... but! we are not groupies! No matter what you think...
No, I never...
We are not groupies..
You see, there seems to be some kind of a communication problem, honey... because I... I am a lonely guy from outta town, y'know an'... an' I want some ACTION... what I'm talkin' about is, I wanna... a-a-steaming... succulent... ever-widening, gooey, drippy, runny kind of a hole with a... with... how shall I put this... what say we hop in the trunk of your Gremlin AN' GET OUR ROCKS OFF...
Hey! hey-hey-hey-heyyyy.... Jesus!...
(voice in back):
I'm in this band, man...
(voice up front):
Very agile, Howie, very agile...
(voice in back):
I am in this band no matter what we do up here... it's all...
Now lissen! It just so happend... tonight me and my girlfriends, I mean, we've all come here for one thing tonight...
Yeah?
Looking for a guy... And we're looking for a guy from a group
Wow
BUT HE'S GOTTA HAVE A DICK!
WAAAH!
AND HE'S GOTTA HAVE A DICK THAT'S A MONSTER!!
WAAAAAAAAH!... That's me!! That's me! ooh! ... oooohh, you voluptouns Manhattan Island clit.. Take me... I'm yours, you hole... Fulfill my... wildest... dreams!....
Ooooh! Anything for you, my most seductive, seclusive... pop star of a man... picture this if you can: bead jobs! knotted nylons! bamboo canes! three unreleased recordings of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young fighting in the dressing-room of the Fillmore East! Why, 'n enchilada wrapped with pickle sauce shook up and down in between a donkey's legs until he can't it stand anymore! All this and more, Howie! Including! an electric coolde pony harness, with fuel injection... fuel injection... fuel injection...
Oooh! my god, I ... I ... I can't stand it!... I mean... I mean, dou you understand the implications of what I'm saying? I CAN'T STAND IT!!! I CAN'T STAND IT !! I CAN'T STAND IT!! OH NO!!... Oh my god... I'm going home! I'm gonna see my baby... (etc) I really can't stand it... please... give it to me... give it to me right here in the trunk of your Gremlin.. give me... GIVE ME THE ENCHILADA WITH THE PICKLES SAUCE SHOVED UP BETWEEN A DONKEY'S ASS UNTIL HE CAN'T COME ANYMORE!...
Hey-hey! haha! Not until you sing me your big hit record!... and I want to hear the big hit record, and I wanna hear it now, an' I wanna hear the big hit record now with a bullet! With a bullet!
The bullet?
The BULLET! The BULLET! I'ts the part that gets me the hottest... hehe!.. now sing me that record, and I wanna hear it right now or you ain't driving nowhere tonight, buddy...
Well, I know when I'm licked... all over.... Okay, baby: BEND OVER AND SPREAD 'EM!... Here comes my... BULLET!!
(all sing Happy Together)

one of my all time favorites!

then there's kama sutra time by flo & eddie--that's a little kinky too.

not so much kinky sex, as female orgasm.

Genitorturers
according to wiki: The Genitorturers are an industrial metal/industrial rock band from the United States, with influences extending into the 1990s Hardcore punk and Electronic music. They proclaim themselves to be "The World's Sexiest Rock Band". http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genitorturers
also see
http://www.myspace.com/genitorturers
and
http://www.genitorturers.com/

The shows put on by the Genitorturers are not for folks even remotely prudish. There are only 4 musicians actually performing but they often weave around a stage alive with...well you name the kinky sex act and there is a good chance it's happened on Gen's stage! One attends their shows as much for the show as for the music. Many in the crowd are dressed as slaves or dominatrices. Early on in their career 'lucky' audience members used to go up on stage in order to get tied up prior to getting this or that pierced, sex toys abused on/in them or perhaps to receive a 'golden shower'! Nowadays these acts are still performed to a lesser degree but only with members of Gen's troop.

The band enjoys doing gigs in the Bible Belt because they feel that folks there need to discover better things to do with those belts! Gen and her crew will charitably show them how to release their inhibitions in ways their preachers would be apoplectic over! Oddly enough many a good town council in that area has discussed this band and its 'show' and sadly, on occasion, banned the band from doing it's thing! (Republicans-ugh!)

If you are into any measure of kinkiness or just want to experience a show and some killer music performed by 4 talented musicians, go see them when they are touring a city or town near you. I promise you this: You'll not forget that show.

Here are a couple of You Tube songs from Gen and her gang of 'Naughty Boys and Girls':

Flesh Is The Law: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZKlrVcEqPE&feature=related

Sin City (great song but the cartoon video is.... well it works but it has nothing to do with the band): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RESLG3p3fCE&feature=related

and a nice live song with a name that might get this thread locked so I'll not say it here but check out the song anyway: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4ee0OpQOO8&feature=related

The Mistress Gen:

Gen is married to Dave Vincent, former lead singer of death-metal band Morbid Angel, and he's been Genitorturers bassist since 1995.
Dave used to be a neighbor, back when Morbid Angel was based in Charlotte NC.

Though "Velvet Dreams" is from the first CD, it's probably still my favorite track:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mp6431kbjg
Video's a fan-made slide-show, but probably still NSFW

I first became aware of them in the mid '90s and immediately went out and purchased 120 Days. Velvet Dreams is my fave from that album as well. I got to work* with the band as a photographer through their drummer at the time Racci Shay. (He moved on to the band Dope and then we lost touch). I had photographed them often enough as a fan prior to that show but I got some of my best shots of them on that particular gig. (For more of my band photos and more of my shots of the Genitorturers see: http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=280x31221 )


The first time I met Gen I became immediately impressed with the fact that I was in the presence of a very powerful person, (sorta like being in the presence of a mafia leader or a military general). I am of the belief that very little goes on with the shows or with the band itself that doesn't first get approved of by Gen! Recently I saw a biography of Dolly Parton, I believe that the two ladies share being fully in charge of everything that goes on around them-the fruits of their labors and visions prove that this is not a bad thing!


btw: I knew about Evil Dave from Morbid Angel, I heard somewhere that he may have returned to them recently as a short side project. I never could get into Morbid Angel, not sure why because I have enjoyed other Hard Core style bands-(The Accused comes to mind) and truth be told I truly only love a few of the Genitorturers songs as well. I prefer, their more rock oriented stuff-Sin City and Terrorvision comes to mind but Velvet Dreams-(not a rock song at all) is one of my faves as well because it was the song which first hooked me in.

While researching this post I was pleased to see that the band is still together and I see I'll have to get their newest disc because their song 'Cum Junkie' is one I suspect will become one of my faves too.

*('worked': translate that word to mean, Racci Shay had pre-requested that I and an assistant, be allowed backstage to shoot him and be given an all access pass to shoot the band for that particular gig at the Phoenix Underground and no I was not doing this for pay)

I once met a man with a sense of adventure
He was dressed to thrill wherever he went
He said "Let's make love on a mountain top
Under the stars on a big hard rock"
I said "In these shoes?
I don't think so"
I said "Honey, let's do it here."So I'm sitting at a bar in Guadalajara
In walks a guy with a faraway look in his eyes
He said "I've got as powerful horse outside
Climb on the back, I'll take you for a ride
I know a little place, we can get there for the break of day."
I said "In these shoes?
No way, Jose"
I said "Honey, let's stay right here."

No le gusta caminar. No puede montar a caballo
(She doesn't like to walk, she can't ride a horse)
Como se puede bailar? Es un escandolo
(But the way she dances, it's a scandal)

Then I met an Englishman
"Oh" he said
"Won't you walk up and down my spine,
It makes me feel strangely alive."
I said "In these shoes?
I doubt you'd survive."
I said "Honey, let's do it.
Let's stay right here."

No le gusta caminar. No puede montar a caballo
(She doesn't like to walk, she can't ride a horse)
Como se puede bailar? Es un escandolo
(But the way she dances, it's a scandal)
by Kristi McColl

(edited to include lyrics)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwzaifhSw2c

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Clubs and bells, your servant, dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, severin awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DO8rEJoqLM

"Get down on your knees when I command, lay back and take what's yours to have."

:wow:

Eight Piece Box, by SCOTS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIFAxMKU0t8

Get it right, Tater... :eyes:

nt

My Sharona :evilgrin:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVdnqEyToqg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwOcyHwELXE

Yes, they have two bass players. The original lineup of Butt Trumpet later went on to become Betty Blowtorch, minus the original lead singer (this is a new lineup of the band with the original lead singer).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFOC8fCa5Zs

The 28th day
She'll be bleeding again
And in lupine ways
We'll alleviate the pain

Unholy water
Sanguine addiction
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction

It is her moon time
When there's iron in the air
A rusted essence
Woman may I know you're there

Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me

Don't spill a drop dear
Let me kiss the curse away
Yourself in my mouth
Will you leave me with your taste?

Beware
The woods at night
Beware
The Lunar light

So in this gray haze
We'll be meating again
And on that great day
I will tease you all the same

Guess it depends how you define kinky, but the latter is at least, um, explicit! :rofl:

http://www.youtube.com/results?search_type=&search_query=Lords+of+Acid&aq=f

Very catchy tunes. "I Sit on Acid" has a good beat and you can dance to it.

Pretty much anything from the album "Lust" fits the description.

Before you go and
Leave this town
I want to see you one more time
Put your dirty angel face
Between my legs
And knicker lace

Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again

I want to run away with you
Your caravan and rabbit stew
Don't buy me candyfloss or bears
Swarfega fingers, I want you there

Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again

Ride me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again
Twist it round again and again

Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again

Fight me, try me
Kiss me like you like me
Twist it round again and again
Twist it round again and again
Twist it round again and again

Not all that kinky, but a good fun song about sex by one of my all time favorite bands. No quick easy way to post it but if anyone wants to hear it recorded live at the Wetlands in NYC in 1998, play track 19 at this link...

http://www.archive.org/details/fgh1998-11-25.flac16

Lyrics:

Once there was a time when I had everything
Once I never asked for more
I had direction, I had freedom, I had a passion in my core.
I had the mountains and the valleys. I had the ocean and the shore.
I had everything when I had Tracy....on the floooooooor!

Me and Tracy on the floor
Sex!
That's all that we were livin' for
Sex!
I had everything when I had Tracy on the floor.

We did it a lot when she was babysitting...of course we did it in the car
We did it on the ridge past Turner's Valley in the dirt behind the bowling alley
We did it on the neighbor's yard.

We did it in a snowstorm, we did it it in the rain...
We did it on a rock in the lightning, it was frightening
I swear I'm never doin' that again

Me and Tracy on the floor
Sex!
That's all that we were livin' for
Sex!
I had everything when I had Tracy on the floor.

We did it on the golf course, while we were rollin' down a hill
Using diaphrams and rubbers or nothing but the covers
We practiced and we learned our skills

We'd do it if her parents were sleeping
We'd do it if they walked next door
And if her parents went away, forget it!
We'd do it in the basement, the bathroom and the living room
We'd do it on the kitchen floor
We'd hop up on the table, and then we'd do it more!

Me and Tracy on the floor
Sex!
That's all that we were livin' for
Sex!
I had everything when I had Tracy
I had everything when I had Tracy
I had everything when I had Tracy on the floor.

just for the name of the band.

In every dream home a heartache
And every step I take
Takes me further from heaven
Is there a heaven?
I`d like to think so
Standards of living
They´re rising daily
But home oh sweet home
It´s only a saying
From bell push to faucet
In smart town apartment
The cottage is pretty
The main house a palace
Penthouse perfection
But what goes on
What to do there
Better pray there

Open plan living
Bungalow ranch style
All of its comforts
Seem so essential
I bought you mail order
My plain wrapper baby
Your skin is like vinyl
The perfect companion
You float my new pool
De luxe and delightful
Inflatable doll
My role is to serve you
Disposable darling
Can´t throw you away now
Immortal and life size
My breath is inside you
I´ll dress you up daily
And keep you till death sighs
Inflatable doll
Lover ungrateful
I blew up your body
But you blew my mind

Oh those heartaches
Dreamhome heartaches

I mean, what someone else would define as being "kinky", I could quite possibly define as being the norm.

I'm not saying that I'm not into kinky sex....um....I'm just sayin' that I.....okay. I'd better stop now. :hide:

You are into kinky sex! :woohoo:

And FYI, I'll be on my bunk.

I would swear you got someone keeping you company.

:hide:

:evilgrin:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZsaQWNoZYU


Say hoe
Yeah you
Can I ask you a question
You like to fuck?
Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that
Will you like to make love?

I saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and your so fine
Young tender, would you be mine
I get you in my car, drive you to my house
'cause I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I wont ask, and I sure won't beg
Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't watch the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky fresh I am, and I always can, freak nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest resturant
Buy you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on you're coming off with them panyhose
You want gold, girl what's next
It's me and you, doing the sex
So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't

-girls voice-

Nigga please, you provoke no feeling
You must of forgot, the girls of whom you're dealing
We haven't the urge, to get busy
Like those dizy lizys, who used to dance for you, your through
I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted
You're addicted, to the words you inflicted
Time after time, line after line
Talking bout the bitches that are on your mind
Do they call you $hort because of your height or your weight?
Diss me boy, I'll hang your balls from a cliff
Wrapped around a slinky, your a dinky
It's an easy task, to the corner cause the curb didn't want your ass
Your name is yuck mouth, you don't brush
Gotta cover your mouth like this
They call you yuck mouth
You refuse to brush, no sweetheart you can keep that kiss
Your a freak with no tale
You have no ass, class,you can't pass, your simply trash
Your a typical nigga, the kind you don't take home
? ? ? ? tights and barbie from the dangerous zone
Like a short dawg that carries fleas
You make my ass itch, twitch, don't you wish you could scratch it
And grab it like you want it
The name fits cause your all up on it...

-too $hort-

Get mad if you want, I won't front
When it's time to hump, won't be no punk
Roll your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your abc, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet
It's just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom I signed it playboy ii
I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew
Like every other nigga in my crew
I bump hoes, now it's your turn
Tell me young tender when will you learn
I cold mack like pimps you know
Won't sell you dope or sell you blow
Just your average everyday straight bump up bitch
My gold rings come from spitz
Look baby, you know what I want
Your acting like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding, can't think about sex
Irritated by your cotex
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll pull out my dick bitch, you can suck
Now here, don't say I won't
Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't...

-girls voice-

Punk I'm not a tease, I'm not a skeezer
And most definitely, not a dick pleaser
You dreaming, and scheming, and fienin for my lust
You don't have enough, for you I feel disgust
Wait, small thing I hate
For goodness sakes, if I wanted someone small I would masturbate
I'm not talking 'bout your height, weight, or what you dream
When I say too short, you know what I mean
You see, I need man, not a boy to approach me
Your lame game, really insults me
Your name is too $hort, or shall I say too skinny
If size were money honey, you wouldn't have a penny
Little boy, your not a player
I'm your savior
To try to get at me shows your bodacious behavior
I have to sit on my feet to come down to your level
Your mother should have hung you, from her umbilical cord
If she would have known your mission
Okay little boy, here's a proposition
You wanna bit of danger, step you to my zone
You call yourself a dawg, thats how I'll send you home
With your tail between your legs, screeching and whining
Jealous of you got some, nigga please your lying
Cause I fight the feeling, that would have to be one
And mathematically, me plus you equals none...

-Flow Tank-

I am the rapper that they call Flow Tank
I'm gon tell you like my homie short dawg would say
Hoes in the world, trying to play it sweet
Knowing damn well that they wanna freak
Some do this for maybe a week
And then it's cool to get up under the sheets
Trying to work that thang, but she said no
That's about as far as it's going to go
So I toss and turn, to make it loose
Finally she feels the act right juice
Some of you hoes say, oh that's nasty
Back of your coat say sweet and sassy
24 deep, that's how you sleep
Undercover freak every day of the week
You see some of you freaks just need to quit it
Playing that role like you ain't with it
The rest of you freaks just won't admit it
Especially when you know just who can get it
Ain't body tripping 'cause I know I'm right
You could be black or you could be white
For a black girl it really don't take too long
But a white girl's always tryin to turn ya on
With a little squeeze, but it's just a tease
Give her some time, she'll be on her knees
Then I'll pick her up, so I can work the butt
Baby, I just wanna try to bust a nut
But don't get me wrong, cause you started it all
Coming to my house in a camisole
But when it's time for me to shove
Then you front on all that love
First you said that I deserve it
Now you fight, don't want to serve it
Gave it some time, so make up your mind
Don't fight the feeling, it's time to unwind
You was talking 'bout you gunna give my some
But I'm rappin Flow Tank it don't make me numb...

-too $hort-

Yeah man, the little hoes got ill
So now it's time to get way to real
I know they never have some real dick
They need to quit talking that childish shit
You wanna rank hoe
Go get your bank hoe
My little dick'll have you screaming though
Because when it comes to sex, you don't know what's up
Your still playing that finger fuck
See I'm a grown man
I bust some young cock out
I like big butts, not big mouths
I know some little girls'll break you down in bed
Pull your drawers down, give you some head
But little girl, you wanna have some fun
You better go to magic mountain 'cause your way too young
So at this point, I can't really say shit
Ain't dropping no lines, I'll just call you a bitch...BIATCH!!!

Hurt so good.

http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/john+mellencamp/hurts+so+good_20074497.html

Yeah ooh oh one thing I miss
Is cold Ethyl and her skeleton kiss
We met last night
Making love by the refrigerator light
Ethyl Ethyl let me squeeze you in my arms
Ethyl Ethyl come and freeze me with your charms
Ah one thing no lie
Ethyl's frigid as an Eskimo pie
She's cool in bed
She's gotta be 'cause Ethyl's dead
Ethyl Ethyl let me squeeze you in my arms
Ethyl Ethyl come and freeze me with your charms
Come on cold Ethyl freeze me baby that's cool that's nice
One thing it's true
Cold Ethyl I am stuck on you
And everything is my way
Ethyl don't have much to say
Ethyl Ethyl let me squeeze you in my arms
Ethyl Ethyl come and freeze me with your charms
Come here cold Ethyl what makes you so cold ooh so cold ooh ooh
Cold Ethyl cold cold Ethyl cold Ethyl cold cold Ethyl
Cold Ethyl cold cold Ethyl cold Ethyl cold cold Ethyl
If I live 'til ninety seven
You'll still be waiting in refrigerator heaven
'cause you're cool you're ice
Cold Ethyl you're my paradise aah

Buffett, of course!

But I guess that's not kinky enough for this crowd!

Bake

No kinky would be fucking the drink and getting off with plastic screws...

It's filled up for me and you,
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So why don't we get drunk and screw?

Snuff queens? Is that kinky enough?

Bake

And the protagonist was trying, in a drunken state, to convince her to do the antler dance.

You dont hear songs about cunnilingus everyday, not exactly kinky, but rare.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8bfPZQBWa5k

How, excatly, did he pleasure this redhead via his tongue?

Did he do the alphabet?

Did he instead choose the Arabic alphabet?

Honestly - cunnilingus is as diverse as our genetic code

You’re such a flirt, I know you hurt
And so do I, I empathize
I see you out, you never cared
A conversation that we never shared

But it’s so strange, it’s something new
Amazing feelings that I have for you
I close my eyes when I’m alone
Wonder what it’d be like to make you moan

I wanna give you something better
Than anything you’ve ever had
A stronger and a faster lover
The world, it disappears so fast

Sweet kiwi
Your juices dripping down my chin
So please, let me
Don’t stop it before it begins

So give it up, and don’t pretend
And spread your arms and legs across the bed
And when you shake, you won’t regret
The things I whisper in your ear
(What?) I said:

I wanna give you something better
(You wanna give me something better)
Than anything you’ve ever had
(Than anything I’ve ever had)
A stronger and a faster lover
(A stronger and a faster lover)
The world, it disappears so fast
(It disappears so fast)

Sweet kiwi
Your juices dripping down my chin
So please, let me
Don’t stop it before it begins

I can’t wait to take you home
Fingers through your hair
Kisses on your back
Scratch me with your nails

Save me from myself
Show me how to care
Get everything out
Dripping everywhere
Lipstick smeared all over your face
How much longer must we wait?
Don’t think that I can wait

Sweet kiwi
Your juices dripping down my chin
So please, let me
Don’t stop it before it begins (hey, yeh)

Sweet kiwi (wanna give you something better than this)
Your juices dripping down my chin (hey, yeh)
So please, let me (wanna give you something better than this)
Don’t stop it before it begins

Don’t stop it before it begins
Don’t stop it before it begins
Don’t stop it before it begins
Don’t stop it before it begins


ha ha on edit I'm reply 69

:evilgrin: :rofl:


lost

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UII7RA2rIm4
"Funky Poodle"....Wild Horses

Tikki

why has no one even mentioned the divinyls - i touch myself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTneO6UgRuM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9J-DAEQxyYk


Couldn't find the lyrics online - just listen, it's a very beautiful song. :evilgrin:

Some reviewers have thought it's about bestiality. It's not. It's about pony play.

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from Dave Matthews Band. You have to listen to the live versions where he changes the lyrics to just come straight out and talk about oral sex.

Rather obvious.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVJa4_z-okw

The Masochism Tango

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the masochism tango.

Let our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say it's me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the masochism tango.

At your command
Before you here I stand,
My heart is in my hand. (Yecch!)
It's here that I must be.
My heart entreats,
Just hear those savage beats,
And go put on your cleats
And come and trample me.
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany,
That's why I'm in such exquisite ah-gony.

My soul is on fire,
It's aflame with desire,
Which is why I perspire
When we tango.

You caught my nose
In your left castanet, love,
I can feel the pain yet, love,
Ev'ry time I hear drums.
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, love,
With the thorns underneath, love,
Sticking into your gums.

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches.
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash
That you made with your lash,
As we danced to the masochism tango.

Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say well never part.
I know too well
I'm underneath your spell,
So, darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart.
(Hic...Excuse me!)

Take your cigarette from its holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
And swear that you're mine,
As we dance to the masochism tango.

:wtf:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jwb-rdKEK8

kinky? you decide

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TuVO4R_3Awk

I guess 'Drive South' can mean something a little alternative...

-or this one, 'Since His Penis Came Between Us'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58hHVlZCfvM&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyy7gnMR0yQ

Tina: I don't know why but I don't wanna stop now
Ike: Cuz you ain't ready to die

So funny
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cj9_yW8tZxs

:loveya:

:loveya:

JOE:
Sy Borg
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Sy Borg
Gimme dat, give me de chromium leg,
I beg
Sy Borg
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Sy Borg
Gimme dat, give me de chromium leg,
Little wires, pliers, tires
They turn me on
Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe I'm cra/y
Maybe I m crazy,
mon...

Stroking several of SY's gleaming appendages JOE continues...

Gee, Sy
This is a real groovy apartment
You've got here

SY BORG:
All government sponsored recreational services are clean and efficient

JOE:
This is exciting
I never plooked
A tiny chrome-plated machine
That looks like a magical pig
With marital aids stuck all over it
Such as yourself before

SY BORG:
You'll love it!
Its a way of life.

JOE:
Does that mean maybe later
You'll plook me....

SY BORG:
If you wish, we may have a groovy orgy

JOE:
Just me and yon?

SY BORG:
I share this apartment
With a modified
Gay Bob doll
He goes all the way...
Ever try oral sex with a miniature rubberized homo-replica?

JOE:
No, ah, not yet,
Ah, is this him?

CENTRAL SCRUTINIZED
This is him.
Your wish is his command
He likes you
He wants to kiss you always
Just tell him what you want

JOE:
Really?
Hi, little guy
Think I might get a tiny, but exciting
Blow.. .job...
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Blow job...
Gimme dat, give me de chromium cob.

SY BORG:
Bend over.

JOE:
Gay Bob
Blow job
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Blow job
Gimme dat, give me de chromium cob

SY BORG:
You'll love it!
It looks just like a TeleFunken U-47.

JOE:
Little leather cap and trousers
They look so gay..
Warren just bought some
Warren just bought some
Warren just bought some
Hey...

SY BORG:
Bob is tired.
Plook me now,
You savage rascal
Ehhh!
That tickles.
You are a fun person
I like you.
I want to kiss you always.

JOE:
Gee, this is great
Hows about some bondage and humiliation

SY BORG:
Anything you say, master.

JOE:
Oh no, I don't believe it
You're way more fun than Mary...

SY BORG:
You're plooking too hard...

JOE:
And cleaner than Lucille...

SY BORG:
Plooking on me...

JOE:
What have I been missing
All these years?

SY BORG:
Too hard

JOE:
Sy...

SY BORG:
Too hard

JOE:
Sy...

SY BORG:
Plooking too hard on me-e-e-e-e...

JOE:
Speak to me
Oh no...
The golden shower must have shorted out
His master circuit
He's, he's, oh my God
I must have plooked him...
Hey
To death...
Hey

CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...You have just destroyed
one model XOJ-37 Nuclear Powered Pan-Sexual Roto-Plooker.
And you're gonna have to pay for it! So give up, you haven't
got a chance.

JOE:
But I...
I, I, I, I...
I can't pay
I gave all my money
To some kinda groovy religious guy...
Two songs ago...

CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:
Come on out son...
Between the two of us
We'll find a way to
Work it out