Uncommon Appetites: Rye, Pegged.

When it's spring, and raining, and you've got the day off, there are few better ways to spend it than strapping it on and giving it to the man you love. The incredible song is by Cullah and can be found here: <div><span>Cold Kind of Woman Blues</span> (<a rel="cc:attributionURL" href="http://freemusicarchive.org/music/MC_Cullah/">Cullah</a>) / <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/">CC BY-SA 4.0</a></div>

Hey, it's been a while. In the time we've been gone, we've moved, started a business, and basically changed everything. But we're back, and happy to be. One of the better life improvements is our fireplace, which is the tits. We hang in front of it a lot. And the hanging leads to... other stuff.

Crocuses are blooming outside our doors. Inside our doors, spring brings with it the blossoming of unquenchable sexual desire. Lucky you, we shared.

We awoke to a snowy weekend day, and like any good snow day, we could only think of one way to spend the day. HINT: It's fucking. It's totally fucking. As an added bonus, Violet demonstrates what to do when your man comes WAY too quickly.

We recently picked up a sex swing. It required a bit of practice. We like practice. We think you'll like our practice too.

Violet felt the urge to do some yoga. I felt the urge to film it. Which led to an even bigger urge to join in.

It's Saturday morning. That means two things: 1. Time to make the coffee. 2. Find a nice spot in the living room to masturbate. After all, what are weekends for?

So the new D'Angelo came out, his first record in 15 years. Voodoo, his last record, has been Violet's masturbation soundtrack for the last...15 years. We listened to the new record. Violet got inspired.

Sometimes you just want to settle in for a little time with the person who knows all your secret buttons -- yourself. That's exactly what Rye does here, and for him, those buttons are EVERYWHERE. This video features an expertly handled cock, a vintage chair, anal stimulation and a bouquet of flowers. Who ever said romance was dead?

After venturing to the Farmers' Market, we decided the best way to spend this unexpectedly chilly day was to be inside. Without clothes. So we picked up a camera and played around until Rye said, "I'm going to eat your pussy until you come, and you film it." And he did. And I did. And then some.