You know that cliched line of poetry “all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by?” I don’t think men yearn for the sea these days the way they used to, but maybe they would if this is how tall ships were crewed:

nude woman balanced dramatically in the rigging of a large sailing ship while another nude below on the deck smiles up at her

Honestly this perhaps should not be a “Why rich men buy boats” post. I mean, yes, this boat probably was owned by rich men when the photo was taken, but it’s from a 1960s nudist magazine The Nudist Way, and that’s a time when nudism or naturism was often driven by ideology at least as much as by hedonism or sexual aggrandizement. So the headline could be a smidgeon unfair. But only a smidgeon, because this entire unserious series is rooted in my mostly-serious conviction that non-working boats of any great substance exist almost entirely for the purpose of getting their owners laid, one way or another. And this perhaps-rebuttable presumption of mine hardens (pun intended) into near-certainty whenever we see one or more naked ladies above deck.

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