This is perhaps the most energetic bit of sex prose I’ve ever had the pleasure to read:

…and then I twigged, this must be her special ploy to rouse the roues, playing the helpless fawn shrinking before the roaring ravisher. Wasted on me, absolutely; cowering or brazen, it’s all one to your correspondent; as she turned to flee, whimpering, I siezed her amidships, tossed her into the air, planted her on hands and knees, and was installed before she could budge, roaring feigned endearments to soothe her pretended alarm and bulling away like fury. With two lost months to make up for, I’d no time to waste on further refinements, nor, I fear, did I treat her with that solicitude which a considerate rider should show to his mount, especially when she’s barely five feet tall and half his weight. Having slaked what the lady novelists would call my base passion, I staggered up and collapsed on the bed, most capitally exhausted, leaving her prone and gasping on the carpet with her little bottom a-quiver, very fetching, and her hat and veil still in place.

From Flashman And The Angel Of The Lord by George MacDonald Fraser.

Don’t ever let anybody tell you that the ancients weren’t every bit as kinky as we modern types. Here’s a detail from a sketch of the fragmentary Turin Papyrus showing a charioteer boffing a woman while the chariot is being drawn by yet more scantily-clad women or girls, wearing masks or perhaps drawn as having animal heads.

The image comes from this article on ancient Egyptian sexuality, found via Good Shit.

2014 update: There’s an easier-to-see sketch of the ponygirl section, found here.

Apparently this blog hasn’t been adequately meeting customer demand for spanking material, because y’all are starting to mail the stuff to me. Here’s an illustration (from the cover art for a Taschen art book title called “All-American Ads 1930s”) of a matronly woman whaling away with a laundry brush at the posterier of a cake-stealing cowboy:

Personally, I’d find it more entertaining if the cowboy was doing the spanking.

Thanks to Justin for emailing the art.

This came to me in a circulating email entitled “The Perfect Romantic Dinner”:

I don’t know about “perfect”, but it looks like it would be fun at least once.

And you just know she’s having a cannoli for desert….

There’s no video like sexy Japanese game show video. In this case, we have topless girls wrapped in tissue paper, which the audience then dissolves away with squirt guns. Look quick, since the video’s on a free host and might not be there tomorrow.

Thanks to Your Dirty Mind for the link.

Sad-but-true observation, from Once Bitten:

There is no sexual minority so small or so extreme that it cannot find a smaller, more extreme minority to View WIth Alarm.

Which is a pity. Old Ben was right: “We must hang together, gentlemen…else, we shall most assuredly hang separately.”

I had to share this stunning vintage photo of the justly-famous British pinup model June Palmer:

Spankable in at least two meanings of the word, I’d say. Via Usenet.