
Admit it. Sex is everywhere–even places it’s not supposed to be. Irene Kaoru peers into the world of the accidentally sexy.
Actually, I don’t think this was an accident. (Courtesy of an antique issue of the New Yorker.)
Alert Boinkologists: Do they still sell these? And would the presence of one of these in a date’s car signal the end of the date — or perhaps the beginning?
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