So I’m rereading VS’s Dilemmas of a Virgin Slut archives. In comments to one of her posts (with a photo of a naked guy in a hammock) there was a brief discussion of the perils of sex in a hammock. It doesn’t have to be perilous at all.

For what it’s worth, sex in the right kind of hammock is delightful. Here’s how:

1) You don’t want one of those big Pawley’s Island kinds that comes with a stand and spreader bars at either end.
2) Instead you want the wrap-around kind made of much finer cotton or nylon mesh — the kind that usually come, I think, from Mexico.
3) The hammock needs to hang fairly low when occupied, just a foot or so off the ground
4) You put him on his back in the hammock.
5) She straddles him with at least her toes firmly planted on the ground on either side
6) Instead of rocking side-to-side you want to rock forward and back

It’s very nice for a couple of reasons. First he’s able to thrust into her just fine, but she’s the one with all the leverage so she has a lot of control over what moves where. Second, you both feel like you’re floating. Third, it’s very easy for her to move from sitting to lying to anywhere in between, plus although he and the hammock are supporting most of her weight she’s still semi-standing which makes it very easy for her to roll her hips as well as rock them. Finally, it feels mind-bogglingly good for both of you when she does that!

Some friends have a house in the country with a hammock just like that slung between two posts, with a grape arbor overhead, on side a porch that offers tons and tons of privacy. We don’t get to go there nearly often enough but in the summer it’s an absolutely fabulous excuse to wear light summer dresses and baggy shorts (or, having read Freya since last we were there, my kilt.)