Sexual intercourse wherein
one partner is positioned behind the other (i.e., "doggy style"), during which one or both partners are exceptionally high on hallucinogens, or at least have particularly good imaginations.
Boredom is the mother of innovation.
At this point, what wasn't stale for us was probably physically impossible, or at least would cost my security deposit. I'd fucked with him from above, below, front and behind. In harnesses, in costumes, strap-ons, and blinds. But today, today was special. We watched How to Train your Dragon, Reign of
Fire, and left a demo of Panzer Dragoon playing on the screen, and we each demolished an eighth after picking up shrooms from our source uptown. I put him behind me to start the night's sexcapades, but suddenly in a blink we weren't burnouts fucking
like dogs in a shitty apartment. I was a beautiful, winged
beast, with claws
like great curved swords, with
tits like two zeppelins, and he was a rider, young and full of wanderlust, and together we were possessed of that ancient thrill, dragon riding. Off we flew, sexing past enemy
fire through the defenses of the Dick Empire to claim the ancient artifact, Sexcalibur, for ourselves.