Dirty/Sexy Lyrics: Peaches

Its been a while since I've done a music feature with my own sexy twist but I was reminded by a lovely friend about how fun it is.

 

You can't see my panties.....oh wait, yes you can.

----------------------------------------------------------

Peaches is one bitchy, big mouthed girl with a promiscuous attitude, a mixing board and tons of electronic beats that fuel her type of twisted lyrics, but I love her and her music. She sounds like a girl version of a guy's inner monologue and I love her sick honesty when it comes to pursuits of the bedroom and she's German so what's not to love? She talks about sex like a trucker and you know what, I dig that.



So for your enjoyment, here is a run-down of a song by Peaches: AA XXX



My comments are {bracketed} & lyrics are italic.

I like the innocent type
Deer in the headlight
Rocking me all night
Flexing his might
Doing it right
Keeping me tight
Taking a bite out of the peach tonight 

{I love this as she seems to be talking a guy who is just 

a tad intimidated with her sexual prowess like he can't 

believe she's so into it. I love the "taking a bit out 

of the peach tonight" bit, its so visceral.}
 

Consider my suspicion
Let’s see if my intuition
Has any volition
‘Cause I’m on a mission
For the omission, the competition
And the definition of my position
It’s bitching, it’s bitching, it’s bitching, it’s bitching 

{I don't know what this is about, but she sings it 

really fast I love it.}

Only double A
Thinking triple X
Only double A
Thinking triple X
Only double A
Thinking triple X

{This doesn't apply to me, but she's saying even 

girls with little tits can be sexual and have 

dirty thoughts.} 

Yeah...There’s more
I’m hexed I’m vexed
I’m in the devil's text
Some people say that I keep my self-respect
Hidden in my cervix, next 

{hahahahahahahahahahaha!}

Licky licky sucky
Nobody here can tell me they don’t wanna fucky fucky
Licky licky sucky
Nobody here can tell me they don’t wanna fucky fucky 

{I LOVE what Full Metal Jacket has done for the public 

media-mind.}

Only double A
Thinking triple X
I’m only double A
But I’m thinking triple X
I’m only double A
But I’m…
Triple X double A
Triple X double A
Triple X double A
Triple X double... 

{Again, showing that a little breasted petite girl 

can be a sex deity in her own right.}

.............

...

Love & Sex = Chemical?

We probably all go through that conflicting moment when we have a sexual attraction to someone and we think of them without their clothes; we imagine what it would be like to be slithering around on a bed with them.

Then, after all that, sometimes we think what it would be like to date them.

Believe it or not, this is a compacted thermal image of my face in profile (the far right is the curve of my chin) when I'm experiencing orgasm. A friend of mine is a biology major with a focus in human sexuality so I helped him out with his project and I got this amazing image out of it.

-----------------------------------------------------

Does that mean love comes after sexual attraction? Are hot bodies required for love? Pretty faces? Love is a chemical response to someone else, its all a hormone thing in your brain that is so overwhelming that it can take over all of our senses. I'm not saying its not more than just a chemical rave in your brain, but isn't that what an orgasm is? Isn't that what sexual attraction is?

I'm more inclined to believe that love is a mostly emotional demon and that its a true and self controlled thing. I mean, who would like to think that all of their emotions and responses are totally out of their hands? Here's a bit of info about perceived reality based on Quantum Physics (bet you didn't think I was so smart).

I know that I've been able to have sex without love or attachment and then I've been in love and experienced sex at a totally new level of sensation. Ive also experienced overwhelming lust for someone just playing eyes in the coffee shop and having nothing more come of it. I feel absolutely that society has put these constraints on us that sex is with someone you love, someone you know and who you know is going to stick with you monogamously. What was the first thing your mother told you when you were getting "the sex talk"; it went something like this I'm sure:

"When a man and a woman love each other very much...."

Note that it specifies "a man" and "a woman" and also this love again. Very tricky.

Why make sex such a big deal? If its all chemical, then its a bodily function, right?

I'm always trying to break free of my Puritan American beliefs as they seem to still have a strangle hold on all of us for the most part. As time marches forward and the collective consciousness opens up, its plain to see that our society has become more comfortable with sex and sexual images, music, and talk but have we truly opened ourselves up to take part in the orgiastic chemical reaction chain in our bodies? Can we give up and just live for sensation versus thought?

Saying "I love you" is very different from saying "I want to fuck you" but still, both of these feelings come from the same place: the Amygdala in your brain. The Amygdala is a little ball of nuclei in your temporal lobe that controls arousal, automatic flight response from fear, emotional responses (in a physical manner) and it takes care of your hormone levels. By puberty, you Amygdala is working overtime and is heated and ready for action.

I find it very interesting that all of these complex processes are controlled by one little area of the brain.

So why get into all the complexities of your brain, arousal and emotional function? Its to just show how closely these processes exist within you, yet they can be completely separate. Its so interesting to me how nature works. It all goes back to the primitive days of man and how to best have us survive and thrive.

Gotta love a bit of evolutionary science.

I'm just wondering if others can feel totally unattached and still enjoy sex, sensuality. I feel that sometimes it can be better and different if you're just in it for the sensation, for the pounding chemical love in your brain, feeding down into every nerve in your body. Does every girl like to feel like a bad girl, even briefly?

Do you live to feel as I do?

...

The Monday Buzz: Twisted Hearts Seduction Vibe

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Sugasm #141

  Tara Tainton courtesy of Porn Saints.

----------------------------------------------------------------

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #142? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.



This Week’s Picks

Comedy vs. Tragedy



“Are you on your period? What? Did he just say…”

Ian, or, Sometimes Sex is Hilarious





“In short, it isn’t sex blogger sex.”

A Wish



“I wish that you could know the indescribable pleasure of being enfolded in your warm, gentle wetness.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself



Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice



Road Rage

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm



See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)



Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

ForgettingHow Do You Flirt With Milk?

The Hunt

I Don’t Usually Date, but…

I have huge tits.

Men on Pointe

My Femme Cock

Nibbles and Bits: Vegetarian? Really? Doh!

Present and first love making



Sex Advice

How to Make Her Want Anal Sex

Play Safe

The Power of Suggestion- And How It Helps You Meet Women



NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Gisele Bundchen Topless and Nipple Slip Pictures

HNT - Purple Lace Part Two

Lady Sascha Does HHNT

Marta - Professional

Once upon a time HNT

Pornsaint Tara Tainton

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet -HNT

Sam Bound



Sex Humor

It did not work

When your mother has more sex than you do…



Erotic Writing and Experiences

Can’t Get Enough

Fiction - The Wrong Smith Girl

Getting to fuck the neighbor 15

Harder…

In any language,…

Le Cadeaux

Nine: of nasty names

Oh Honey, Make Yourself Cum for Me

The Parking Garage

Pointless

The Ride.

Rub a Dub Dub

The Second Time Around

Slow.Soft.Hot.Perfect

Spin the bottle-the conclusion

Tits~n~Teets 2

TNT - Part 2

The Wanting

Writhe



Sex News, Reviews & Interviews

Can A Film Prostitute In 1930’s Shanghai Fare Any Better Than One Of The 100,000 Prostitutes Working The Streets In The City?

Donate To Satine Phoenix’s Tantric Exploration

Escort X: Find great escorts

Spanking erotica interview with Alison Tyler

The value of erotic blogging

Wanted: Your Orgasms Caught on Tape



BDSM & Fetish

Auction of a Slave

Changing Cravings For Pain: A Survey

A Beautifully Cruel Predicament Bondage Scene

Cuntwriting

Fitting Punishment

The house in Vienna

July MVK: Play piercing

Leather Retreat 2008 – The Toll Booth

Mz Berlin Gets The Bastinado And Rack Torture On Hogtied

Necessary Roughness

Routine Maintenance, pt. 2

A Scene in Three Parts … (part III)

Taken and Collared as a Sex Slave while her husband sleeps

Telegraph

Trying on new shoes, Friday night edition

............

...

Naughty or Nice?

I think one of the biggest things I find funny about meeting people is that when they make my acquaintance, they always perceive me as being a very proper, very prissy, very prude like girl. If they only knew, right?

Angelic American beauty.

---------------------------------------------------

I know that its because I do have quite a proper facade in my work and in my daily life with most people, its easier to just be a good worker and to be have good relations versus being sensationalized and having too much attention for the wrong reason. Plus, I think it may be just a bit too fun to be the naughty girl beneath all of the pomp and elegance.

Good girls don't have fantasies about girl asses in public or want spankings so hard and vigorous that they leave bruises, do they?

I've gotten past the labels long ago but my feeling is that people will always accept what you give them at a first glance and run with it. Im fully aware that a book is worth much more than its cover, but in my daily life, its easier to just get away with being everyone's favorite sweet little friend. My facade is pretty good too.

A person has so many different facets and levels to their personalities that I don't believe that I'm trying to fool anyone or be dishonest, I'm simply being myself, but a little bit closely hinged. Who wants to have to confront the deepest levels of a person at first glance? Its easy for me to laugh and just be sweet instead of coming full out with my most passionate and sensual self.

That being said, though I am sweet and caring and full of love, I do have that bit of me that doesn't sit down to others' disrespect.

 Kiss from a rose...

-----------------------------------------------------------

I live my life with a model of grace and feminine charm, no one would expect that I'm such a sexual person as I feel that the sensual aspects of someones personality can be mistaken for a certain wanton loose sexuality, especially when this is perceived of a woman. I don't wish to be seen as the city slut, but who could fault me for that?

Growing up, my southern Grandmother always used to tell me to keep my charms to myself lest I be found to be loose and undesirable to a respectable man some day. My Grandmother was born in 1915 and though her wisdom had a twist of deep nostalgia to it, it still rings true to some degree.

I would look around my school growing up at the girls who everyone talked about in hushed tones, the ones that "gave it up" and I was horrified that my fellow classmates would somehow figure out that I too was a closeted slut. My mind worked constantly on fantasies of sex, foreplay and sensuality and I prayed to God to either make me pure or to make it so all of this desire never made it out of my mind and become etched into my skin for all to see.

Luckily for me, I never was into the boys at school, so no rumors ever slipped around campus about me being lecherous and sexually deviant. I kept my nose in my books, kept up my Honor Student grades, went to occasional parties but always made sure to always show my more fun, cute reserved side lest I be recognized for what I truly was; a sensual girl.

I realize now that I really don't care what others think of me, but its ingrained in me to be this polite, giggly girl around everyone and to never let them suspect a dirty thing of me. I feel I live in a very interesting way, concealing my more personal side from all and it may even add a bit of fun to it. Like when you go to class in tight jeans and "forget" to wear panties. You have a secret that no else can see.

I have many secrets and in particular, I have the secret of a sensual, sexually deviant mind. I love myself and I love the way I have grown up to be. I may live some of the time in the musky shadows but I wouldn't change a thing.

Anyone want to be involved in a secret or two?


....

The Monday Buzz: O'My Flavored Lubricant

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Slow.Soft.Hot.Perfect

Do you ever have those days where your body is alight with passion and you can't help but you rub your thighs with the heels of your hands and bite your lips just to keep from showing your need?

Yeah, me too. Frequently.

 

Nature's gift to my body, with a touch of feathery goodness.

-------------------------------------------------------

At first morning's light, he can feel my skin's heat as if its glowing from within. The sun is soft and light outside and has not yet woken enough to disturb all that is silence within the safety of my room. The rushing silence only lets in thoughts that linger and press against one another inside my mind. There are times at which my physical self becomes the silent partner and my mind is the one that creates the heat and torrent of lust that I can always whip myself into.



I think often of the slip of willing flesh and how marvelous you can feel when your body is taken by silent invasion by another. Every sensory input is the greatest I've been gifted with and I have to admit to myself that sex and sensuality are the things my body and senses live for. Even the feel of scruffy cotton against my damp lips can be enticing, emotional, and libido enhancing.



In the dark its easy to imagine the most carnal moments becoming reality and things feel somewhat dream-like, in a way that sometimes I can't wrap my head around. In the morning however, every cruel arch of my back and every slick sound I hear to the beat of our rhythm is extremely real and amplified by my enhanced sense of vision. I cold blue morning light has its own ideas of how to enhance my sensual undertakings.



I can feel how pink my tongue is in the morning and how wet each and every kiss is. At times I feel overcome by how naughty it feel to partake in carnal machinations during the day's first light. My hand presses to his shoulder and I look at how detailed my nails are and how carefully groomed they are and there's a biting realism that accompanies all that goes on.



Do you have that moment ever where you just think "God, I am so sickly hot right now."?



Well when I do its because my body feels like all of my molecules are hot and sloppy and rubbing together in an orgy of sensation to force me into that final deviant act.



I know the skin of my cheeks is warm and pink; a blush of sin is my personal and private attribute.



I can feel a fire kindling and I just want to be kissed, held, loved, rubbed, cuddled, ravaged, and all at once. I have dreams at times where I'm engulfed by a kiln and when the flames like the flesh of my legs it forms all the memories of my exploits back up in my mind.



I guess it just shows that my life having been lived in passion and sensuality so far wouldn't make me regretful if I died tomorrow.

I live in heat.

..............

...

The Monday Buzz: The Bandito

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Sugasm #139

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Kissing Her Lips

I ease my body down to lie down beside her and gently smooth my hand over the gliding mountainous curve of her hip. Her sleepy breath is gentle and somber, her eyes I know are closed even though all the light I see is amber from the candle across the room.

A pink heart paddle meets my mouth: heaven.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

She is near sleep but still aware of my presence. I want so much to kiss her.



The ripple in my stomach lets me know that the moment is heat and light, even in this darkness, even with her back to me. I let my hand rest in the valley of her waist, my fingers gently gripping her curve there. I lie my head down behind hers and rub my face in the swarthy cascade of her hair. She smells of lilac and baby powder, of fruit punch and of her own special scent; I breathe her in like a medicinal mist.



She speaks softly to me, her hand moving to lie atop mine,



"I know you're here with me. I can feel you really powerfully."



I giggle gently, biting my lip to stifle the sound of it in this silent haven. I don't speak and instead I kiss her jawbone. My lips feel her heat in that instant and I'm transfixed. I'm in my natural element and I know everything is right with the world that I touch her flesh with my lips.



She sighs audibly and grips my hand in hers; she shifts her body ore toward me and I slide my hand over her stomach with her movement. My breath catches and her eyes are like and owl's, so big and focused through the haze of the dark. She licks her lips before she speaks again,



"I know what you're thinking, I'm not scared. You're the one with the seeming dilemma."



I'm at battle with myself knowing that I'm afraid and I'm pierced through the heart that she knows this. I'm all comfort and love and butterflies with her and yet my conflict resounds. I've only loved a woman in sex, only loved her as an object of momentary desire.



This time I'm afraid to kiss her out of love. Real love.



Really loving a woman. Me, really loving a woman.



I repeat these self-made mantras to myself in earnest. What am I trying to do? Scare myself away from her? Make myself not desire her smell, her voice, her laughter?



I can't force myself straight.



Maybe its time to objectify men as my sex objects and actually let myself love a woman like I've been dreaming of for eight years. I'm afraid but her lips could be mine and it makes me sober up to my reality, to my opportunity.



I breathe out and bring my hand up to her face, gently stroking her lips with my fingertips. I follow the curve of them, enchanting myself. I lean over her face and my hair falls down around my shoulders, tickling her own as a mirror image to mine.



I look into her eyes and they smile, they invite and I'm petrified. Yet I keep going, I have a target to lock onto and I continue on.



Her lips are fire and softness, they envelope mine and I swear I can feel every soft line in them fit like a puzzle to mine. I bravely massage her bottom lip with my tongue and her response is like a wild fire. Her small arms wrap around my shoulders and she kisses me with a fierceness I thought unattainable in a girl. She has the passion that I have.



Kissing her lips is a fantasy of Arthurian proportions with light and wind and soft tinkling chimes. I'm taken and I'm swept and all that other rubbish all in one moment of bliss. I connect and she connects and I'm not afraid.



Everything is alright as I kiss this girl: in love.



Two girls kissing in bed, like two twins, their arms around one another and in complete rapture.



I'm not afraid.

...............

...

Three notes of news for you: Monday is my first edition of "The Monday Buzz", my all original product review segment, it should be pretty juicy. I can't wait!

Also: 

How do you like the new design? I edited it myself with a blogger template (heavily modified it) and also used a great graphic by DaPino, my new favorite designer! I'm all modern now. Woo! 

Also: 

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY! 

YAY! WERE STILL FREE.....kind of. 

YAY ANYWAY! 

.................

...