Does anyone need the Texas dialect joke to which the punchline is “Yew 'bout the foarth short-peckered Easterner to ask me that question, son”?
I’m still looking for my horse and cart.
That’s what I was going to say.
So does this mean Sir Mix-a-Lot can’t do it doggie style? At least, not with a woman with his preferred body type?
Heck no.
I didn’t care to know.
I’m just sayin’ things can get done with a bit of effort on parties involved.
If they didn’t have kids I would have no trouble believing they never did anything by their body types. Not to weight shame them, but they big folks.
I don’t believe callipygian overabundance offers as much deterrence as does large bellies (as entry from behind becomes the preference for pregnant couples)
Edward VII was so well-fed that his favorite Paris brothel made him a special sex chair so that he wouldn’t crush his partner. Photos are found online, along with drawings of how it was used. I deign not link.
Miniatures for your nick-knack nook, for the delight of Ken and Barbie or Troll Dolls, or whatever, can be bought on Etsy:
This. I’ve done the sexy-times on more than one occasion, but I’ve never thought about discussing the particulars with my friends.