My favourite real-life funny started with a vaginal fart, which I of course had to follow up with, “That was vaginal!” Over the course of that 10-year relationship, any time my partner and I heard or made any body-ish sounding noise we’d both yell, “That was vaginal!” LOL

Hugs,
Giselle

The contortions we get into when engaging in carnal frolics are funny enough, but when you add the embarrassing things we say to get ourselves to that stage, should open a cornucopia of opportunity for witty writing.

The trouble is that people take sex – as they most things in life – way too seriously. Whilst giggling during foreplay may be fine, falling off the bed/sofa/dining table/piece of gymnasium equipment helpless with laughter may not be so well received.

I suspect that men may be less open to humor than women, as we seem to think that too much is expected of us. Also, if the Lady laughs, he may worry that she’s laughing at his body.

I remember from my time at sea a couple of amusing incidents although it was a while before I saw the funny side.

On one occasion, in, I think, Fremantle, as I disrobed the Lady started laughing. “What’s up?” I asked.
“Well, ” she said, pointing, “You aren’t! Who do do you think you’re going to satisfy with that?”
The only answer I could think of was, “Me.”

The other incident was in Buenos Aires. I had imbibed a fair number of Cuba Libres in Harry’s Bar, and, like most chaps in that condition was worried about whether the drink was affecting my prowess.
“How am I doing?” I asked.
“You’re doing about three knots, Captain.” she replied.
(For the landlubbers amongst us, knots is a nautical measure of speed.)
“What do you mean, three knots?”
“Well, you’re not hard. you’re not in and you’re not getting your money back.”

I have a sneaky feeling that I’m not going to get these past my eagle eyed editor if I try and incorporate them into a story.