I’ve heard of a lot of things, but I’ve never heard of having sex under the bed before:

Some of the better moments were when we were trapped in confined spaces. Brendan has a little bit of an attraction to claustrophobic locations and couplings whether that means having sex under the bed, which we did, or light contortion and bondage, which we also did, there’s something about having a woman cornered that excites him.

As we were in the closet, he angled me so that I was tightly wedged in the corner with my legs wrapped around him. When he thrust, he did so forcefully, trying to get me even further into the small space afforded by the corner and the sound of various parts of me smacking against the walls made him extremely excited.

As for the under the bed sex, it too was interesting. He had me get under the bed, which was remarkably clean, with my entire torso and head obscured and my hips and legs sticking out from under. He proceeded to both go down on me and then turn me onto my stomach so he could fuck me from behind. I’ll admit, there was something a little exciting about that for me as well. I could only imagine what it would look like to a third person: this disembodied set of legs and hips sticking out from under a bed being manipulated by a fully visible second party.

From Postmodern Courtesan.

It’s Sunday morning in America — what better time for a tasteful bit of sodomy?

In the style of all those Kama Sutra paintings from India, though its actual provenance is unknown to me.

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I’m not sure I’ve ever seen an American publication that would make a risque pun while correcting an embarrassing typo, but according to The Spanking Writers the following appeared in the Guardian:

Oh dear. Even by our own exacting standards, managing to spell Penistone as Penistown was a bit of a cock-up.

You might say that…

Here’s a lovely piece…of erotic art by Milo Manara:

When writing a sex-positive blog like this, it’s easy to forget that our American culture still contains a lot of people who are not sex positive, plus a great many more whose sex-positivity, if any, is strongly cabined by an expectation that “proper” sex is a purely marital affair. All of which leads (even in this new millenium of ours) to folks who find themselves to be both ill-informed and virgin on their wedding nights. Let me present the following window into that culture, in the form of Mormon honeymoon advice (complete with a heated argument in the comments about this suggestion to ditch the special Mormon underpants):

Ditch the garments during a majority of the honeymoon. I mean, you need to do what feels right for you, but I, for one, did not feel the least bit sexy in my garments and cloistering myself in the bathroom to change into lingerie seemed to kill the passion of the moment(s). You can just look at it as 24hr foreplay.

Hey, it wasn’t just a fluke. Last week we posted the link about using Google to get sex, and this week Scoble is back with a link to this story about how Rory got Googled, and wound up getting harvested:

Google: I owe you in a very big way. There are six billion people in the world, approximately five zillion web pages cataloged in your little magnetic platters, and you somehow managed against the odds to deliver a highly intelligent (major: aviation science / minor: journalism/creative writing), dynamic, gorgeous human being to my doorstep.

I was busy last month when Violet Blue wrote up the Vintage Spanking Photos blog:

A wonderfully simple concept, the Vintage Spanking Blog features a regularly updated installment of pictures of lusciously round, imminently smackable female bottoms from times gone by … or at least squirmier, sore-cheeked times of yore…

Busy I was, but I did make a mental note that I wanted to pass on the link. This is “pretty bottoms” week on Vintage Spanking:

Mmm, indeed it is.