When people talk about the Victorians being stuffy, repressed, and terrified of sex, they tend to forget that Vicky and Bert fucked like mad weasels. Seriously, look it up. The Queen of England and her Prince Consort did the nasty no less than 86 times a day. You’ve got to eat right to keep up that level of activity. I have no idea how she found time to sit on the throne what with all the time she spent sitting on his face. I must assume the way a Prince Albert got its name must be false. I can’t imagine he kept it out of her long enough to get it pierced frankly. They must have needed a hell of a lot of creams to keep from chafing as it was.
I’m saying they did it on a fairly regular basis.
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