Via End The War On Freedom:

“An intellectual is a person who has discovered something more interesting than sex.”
— Aldous Huxley

For those who think they are familiar with the ponygirl fetish, here’s a horse of a different color:

Can we get a neigh and a whinny?

Scary what some people get up to. Here’s some Harry Potter fanfic regarding a naked Quidditch match. Excerpt:

“Oy. Okay, so we all know we’re playing starkers. Letting it all hang out. Exposing our bits. Flaunting our glory… just to ensure we put those Slytherin gits to shame, anyone needing an ‘enhancement’ potion should let us know before the game. Well before the game. You’ll need a night’s rest and some practice to get used to the new balls, if you know what we’re meaning.

Also, Forge and I have gotten our hands on a small quantity of woad. Anyone care for the Pict-Quidd team? We think we’d all look dashing in blue. Especially Katie, Alicia and Angelina, eh ladies?”

There’s more. Ten long pages of more. Funny as hell.

The current Savage Love advice column fields an inquiry that begins:

I have a strange fetish: I would love to have sex with a woman who is incredibly bored with me being there. If she were doing something else like reading a book or maybe doing her nails or possibly watching TV while I was going at it, I would find that incredibly hot.

Dan gives a long, thoughtful, and nuanced response about erotic humiliation scenarios and how to ask your honey to indulge you with them. But he missed the obvious question:

“If you like this sort of treatment, why not just get married?”

Buh-dum-DUMP.

…to the mother of your child:

Dave: “How are the stretch marks?”
Melly: “Sexy as hell, you syphlitic retard.”

Here’s a bit of teenage discipline:

Thanks to Making Light for spotting this .sig of the day, which is clearly in the spirit of John Norman parodies of the “Houseplants of Gor” ilk:

“I was kept naked on display in a cage for my Master’s pleasure. The steel band around my ankle told everyone who saw me that my role in life was to chew on his stiff cuttlebone.” — from Parakeets of Gor