Bad music, good sex.

Coming soon: A short erotic essay about how the accidental implementation of bad music in the bedroom can make good sex even better.

Inspired by actual (funny/hot) events and the contemporary in my orbit who regularly forces me to revisit the music of our youth. 🙂 (Or of his youth, at least. I was busy listening to Garth Brooks and Green Day and dusty Patsy Cline tapes.)

So keep checking back, and get ready to remember that Buck Cherry used to exist.