September 13, 2012 1 comment
Skirt around my waist, wall against my face / I can feel your lips…ooh” -Janet Jackson
Is there a better way to open a song? This is why I’m head over heels in love with Janet Jackson. Rather than simply saying “He played with the box, ate the box…boom goes the dynamite,” Ms. Jackson paints a picture so vivid that you feel like you’re actually in the room with her and her lover (Sidenote: If I were ever actually in the room with Janet while she was getting dug out by another dude, it’d be nap time for him [And by “Nap time” I actually mean causing him bodily harm] and I’d go ahead and finish up where he left off).
There’s something about having sex somewhere you know you shouldn’t be that just provides the ultimate rush. Outside of the pleasurable feeling from the activity in itself, the fact that you could get caught adds extra excitement—the icing on the cake. I remember I got it poppin’ one night in my friend’s kitchen (Sorry, Austin) while he and his company were right in the other room. Could we have gotten caught? Yes. Did that make it even better? YOU GOT DAMN RIGHT!
With that said, if you’ve only had sexual intercourse in appropriate places at the appropriate times, you, my friend, are still a virgin.