Airlines reward their most frequent fliers with gold and platinum member status, however, the club most male fliers wish to join is the Mile High Club. This video explores this phenomenon which has taken on almost mythical status with many guys. The combination of sex, logistical challenges and the forbidden nature of having sex on an airplane makes this endeavor one of the most coveted notches in the belts of sex fiends the world over. Seeing that most commercial airliners fly over 30,000 feet in altitude, it is actually the Six Mile High Club — many have had sex a mile high during trips to Denver, Mexico City or other high-altitude cities.

The video provides perspective from former airline workers who have witnessed couples trying to pull off this act while still in the cabin — a feat not easily accomplished. Consequently, many couples attempt to surreptitiously escape to the lavatory for a quick fuck — an environment which is hardly romantic nor sanitary. Movie stars, professional athletes and investment bankers can afford to own or charter their own jet which makes joining this club quite easy, but for the rest of us it proves to be far more of a challenge. However, you still have hope — the video describes a special airline which exists solely to facilitate sex in the air. In a way, this removes much of the illicit appeal of the Mile High Club — but it does get you into the club without having to balance on a dirty metal sink.

Prior to the advent of mobile technology, it was kinda unwieldy when resting your laptop on her back while doing it doggy-style. However, the miniaturization of technology now allows for texting while driving, conducting trains, performing surgery — and having sex. As published in Adage, a survey conducted by Retrevo Gadgetology indicates that 10% of respondents under the age of 25 indicate that they see nothing wrong with texting while fucking. When it comes to texting while taking a piss, 24% of those under 25 approve. Even less respect for the sanctity of a business meeting is displayed — 49% will divert attention to their cell within this scenario. Hopefully, pissing during a business meeting does not become the next development within our increasingly multi-tasking world.

It appears that respect for the sacrosanct acts of sucking and fucking is found more as people age — only 6% of over-25’s see texting while having sex as appropriate. Only 17% of the older demographic viewed texting during a business meeting as being okay, and only 12% attempt to mix texting and pissing. In a testament to the strength of young bladders, a whopping 76% of those under 25 check for texts before getting out of bed for their morning piss. Possibly, having grown up with the technology, the younger demographic simply has greater physical dexterity allowing for seamless mixing of texting with these various activities. Soon we’ll probably see spam titled “Guaranteed to get you hard by her 2nd tweet!”.

An HIV-positive man infected his wife with the virus because he wanted to start having sex with her again.

The 35-year-old injected his blood into the sleeping woman, who had refused to have a physical relationship for a year after discovering he was carrying the virus that causes Aids.

He pricked her twice with a sewing needle laced with his blood, believing the pair would be ‘equals’ once more.

But he was behind bars in New Zealand today awaiting sentencing after admitting infecting another person with a disease.

The husband had emigrated to the country in 2004 with his wife and two young children, none of whom can be named.

Immigration officials found he had HIV, but his wife and children did not, during compulsory health checks.

The woman, 33, confronted her partner on discovering she was infected a year later.

She said: ‘All he said was he was sorry. He told me “I used needles on you because I wanted you to be the same as me so that you can live with me and you won’t leave me”.’

She told the court: ‘I just wanted to maintain the relationship for the sake of the children…He insisted on staying and mentioned that he was not worried about sex…any more. All he wanted was to see the children grow with both parents under one roof.’

But in May last year, she said, she discovered a sting-like mark on her left thigh. ‘After having a shower I put some lotion on myself and I could feel pain on my thigh. When I looked at it, it was turning red like a circle, getting and bigger.’

Later that morning, when she returned home from her nursing studies unexpectedly, she said, she saw her husband in the bedroom with a syringe full of blood.

When she asked him what he was doing, he pushed past her and walked away, refusing to discuss it. The wife searched a rubbish bin for evidence of the syringe but found nothing.

The paper reported that two days later the wife woke to a stinging feeling in her leg. ‘In my sleep I felt a prick on my leg I got up..and I flicked the blankets…I looked at (the husband) and he was wide awake.’

She said she asked him if he had pricked her and he said he had not. But later she found evidence of ‘blood sprinkles’ on their duvet, which, she said, her husband tried to hide from her.

She told him to leave the house – and in September, when her doctor suggested a test at a routine check-up, she found she was HIV-positive.

A nurse who had been in contact with the family and who was present when her GP told her the bad news told the court: ‘At this meeting (the woman) was beside herself with emotion. (She) could not work out how she had got HIV because she stated that she had not had sex with her partner for about a year.’

Later, during a meeting with an infectious disease specialist, the husband cried and repeated: ‘Please forgive me.’

The Sunday Star Times quoted Mr Simon Harger-Ford of the New Zealand Aids Foundation as saying that the organisation had never heard of a victim being infected in such a way ‘and with such intent.’

I don’t know how familiar with the Rules of the Internet you guys are, but assuming this guy has a private gallery full of “cherished pizzafucks” here’s yet another testimony to the undeniable, intrinsic truth of rule 34.

Pizza? I prefer Sauseeg. But thanks.