Every era has its favorite place for "making love." (Does anyone even say that anymore?) In the '60s, it was anywhere, but preferably in nature. In the '80s, in a boardroom on a conference table after everyone else had left the building. (I'm just making this up, I'll have you know.) In the '70s? For some reason, folks loved doin' the nasty on rugs, in front of fireplaces, while mood lighting and music enhanced the scene. I guess for couples who wanted to swing but were afraid to, the Love Rug gently inducted them into three-ways: "As you stroke, it strokes. The incredibly soft, furlike fibers caress your bodies from head to toe. It's almost like having another lover there with the two of you." A furry rug lover. Sounds sexay to me!