Sexual Healing: 5 Songs You Need Right Now

By Emma Simon


I let him play with the buttons of my shirt as I played with the button of his pants. He smirked at me and began to push me farther back onto my bed, moving this make out session to the next base. I knew it was going to be good just by the way he kissed me. He was at least 6’3, older than me by 3 years, brown hair, blue eyes, perfect bone structure and really nice hands. I mean really nice. 

We were alone in my room and no one would be back to my apartment for hours. I shaved everything and even managed to clean my room before he came over. My body was telling me I was ready and by the way he pressed his lips to mine and judging by the bulge in his pants, I could tell he was too.  

“Hey, can I play a song?” he asked me as he laid me down on my bed. I said sure thinking he would have good taste in music. I watched him open my laptop that was connected to my record player. He pulled up Spotify and I watched as he typed in “R. Kelly”

This is a joke right? I’m way too sober for this, I thought to myself as he got on top of me, picking up where we left off. He finished unbuttoning my shirt and I kissed him with open eyes as the song “Marry The Pussy” played in the background. I tried to pretend it wasn’t happening and I still couldn’t tell if he was seriously into it or not until I felt him whisper the words “pussy” along with R. Kelly right on my mouth. In that moment, I felt way too close to R. Kelly.

I think I went dry. That is why there will be no R. Kelly on this playlist.