sex?

2/19/2011 10:10:32 PM

pillaging? plundering?

2/19/2011 10:11:22 PM

rape

2/19/2011 10:11:35 PM

relations

2/19/2011 10:12:54 PM

Prima Nocta

2/19/2011 10:13:00 PM

Laying ye olde pipe in thy cavern

[Edited on February 19, 2011 at 10:32 PM. Reason : .]

2/19/2011 10:31:33 PM

Filling the nether goblet

2/19/2011 11:12:17 PM

if you were in London you would "pluck a rose" referring to the large number of whores on Rose Street

Diane Cady
The Encyclopedia of Prostitution and Sex Work, Vol 1.
p. 299-300

http://books.google.com/books?id=fcYq72qYRTcC&pg=PA299&lpg=PA299&dq=medieval+euphemisms+for+sex&source=bl&ots=hY95V3GkQ5&sig=tyh-q49NJO_EdrIxLOsy__-f3W4&hl=en&ei=kK1gTdO3AsS9tgexo-D0Cw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=3&ved=0CCAQ6AEwAg#v=onepage&q&f=false



[Edited on February 20, 2011 at 1:03 AM. Reason : -]

2/20/2011 1:03:13 AM

I'd also suggest you look to Chaucer's Canterbury Tales (especially the Wife of Bath's Tale)

The Wife of Bath's use of the word "queynte" is pretty amusing
she is referring to her domestic duties (thus the word "quaint") and female genitalia (a root of the word "cunt")

that's towards the end of the 14th century as well

2/20/2011 1:12:22 AM

wow I got all academic last night

2/20/2011 12:45:34 PM

Lol

2/20/2011 4:37:00 PM

Mid-Coitus.

2/20/2011 5:14:58 PM

rogering?

2/20/2011 5:20:08 PM

Getting 'bedded'.

2/20/2011 6:18:55 PM

Laying with her

2/20/2011 6:20:52 PM

here is my addition to this thread

2/20/2011 6:21:36 PM

Same as every other addition I see of yours... Useless.

2/20/2011 6:23:54 PM

The beast with two backs? ....

2/20/2011 8:59:22 PM

Quote :

"One of the most popular fashion accessories of the Middle Ages was the codpiece – a flap or pouch that attached to the front of the crotch of men's trousers and accentuated it in such a way as to emphasize or exaggerate the genitals. They were stuffed with sawdust or cloth and held closed by string ties, buttons, or other methods. The crotch was often extremely large or gave the idea of an erect penis. The word, codpiece, comes from the Middle English word, cod, which means scrotum. Another symbol of virility in fashion was a style of shoe called the poulaine. These were long, pointy-toed shoes, that were also meant to suggest the size of the wearer’s penis – the longer point, the more virile the man."

2/20/2011 9:11:59 PM

Quote :

" arriving at “the mount of myrrh” "

What the Bible Really Says About Sex
http://www.newsweek.com/2011/02/06/what-the-bible-really-says-about-sex.html

2/20/2011 9:14:23 PM

paging Joie and d7freestyler

2/20/2011 9:53:37 PM

Sticking your boneration into her separation

2/20/2011 9:55:48 PM

sheathing thy demon stick
getting ye olde sin chasm plumbed

You know there was a "thy" or "ye olde" in there somewhere.

2/20/2011 11:02:28 PM

I stand firm - my answer is the best

I studied this shit pretty hard in college

2/20/2011 11:19:15 PM

ploweth thine fields

2/20/2011 11:22:59 PM

people didn't really talk that way back then

2/20/2011 11:54:13 PM

I'm sure your answer is by far the most accurate and informative.

But if you expect me to read Chaucer or any other old to middle English stuff, you're off your gourd.

Although I did get a good laugh not long ago when someone on this site (possibly you) referred me to the existence of a number of Gropecunt Lanes in Great Britain.

2/20/2011 11:57:53 PM

I posted a link to the history of gropecunt lane recently.

2/21/2011 12:02:00 AM

groping for trout in a peculiar river

2/21/2011 12:02:02 AM

I'm sure it was your link I clicked, that shit can't be coming up too often on here.

Their efforts to rename the streets in ways that sound similar but aren't dirty amused me.

2/21/2011 12:04:45 AM

Reap thine fields

2/21/2011 12:53:09 AM

2/21/2011 1:08:23 AM

Seed hath been soweth

2/21/2011 1:48:50 AM

My wife's ready some guide to ladyhood from the 14th century. I'll ask her tomorrow.

2/21/2011 1:58:51 AM

Vessel and chalice

2/21/2011 6:53:43 AM

I saw the morning dew betwixt thine thighs
As I removed my source of Grecian power
As if King Midas dared to touch the skies
Upon thy body fell a golden shower

Thy body's temples, two church bells had rung
Upon thy chest, a row of pearls bestowed
The sun had set, thy set with wary hung
I thought, "How black a night and blue a lode"

I said, "What light through yonder beaver breaks?
It is the yeast"

And now my belly's yellow
My pole gives cause to storms and earthy quakes
But 'tis not massive, I am no Othello

And when that final moment came to pass
Like Christ I came-a riding on an ass.

2/21/2011 7:39:55 AM

"Come into her garden and taste the choice fruits"

Quote :

"How beautiful you are, my darling!       Oh, how beautiful!       Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats       descending from the hills of Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn,       coming up from the washing. Each has its twin;       not one of them is alone. Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;       your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil       are like the halves of a pomegranate. Your neck is like the tower of David,       built with courses of stone; on it hang a thousand shields,       all of them shields of warriors. Your breasts are like two fawns,       like twin fawns of a gazelle       that browse among the lilies. Until the day breaks       and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh       and to the hill of incense. You are altogether beautiful, my darling;       there is no flaw in you. Come with me from Lebanon, my bride,       come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana,       from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions’ dens       and the mountain haunts of leopards. You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;       you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes,       with one jewel of your necklace. How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!       How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume       more than any spice! Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;       milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments       is like the fragrance of Lebanon. You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;       you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain. Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates       with choice fruits,       with henna and nard, nard and saffron,       calamus and cinnamon,       with every kind of incense tree,       with myrrh and aloes       and all the finest spices. You are a garden fountain,       a well of flowing water       streaming down from Lebanon. Awake, north wind,       and come, south wind! Blow on my garden,       that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden       and taste its choice fruits. "

2/21/2011 1:37:58 PM