For a change naman, I will talk about Oli. Once in a while, when the mood (read: boredom) hits, Oli and I tend to play around. One day, we have all intentions of going into a gay sauna and fucking bareback in the middle of the room, while people are watching us from all angles.
However, our story today happened last night. While making out in our bedroom, we decided to roleplay a bit. I tied his legs to the bedpost and handcuffed (yes, I have a pair of those sex-cuffs) his hands to the posts. Of course, the whole time, he was faux-moaning and complaining:
"Oh, no... I am cuffed to the bed! What are you going to do to me? Please, no!"
The whole time I was half-tempted to comment, but I said to myself, "Wag! Don't destroy the mood."
So I straddled him and with him inside me, I rode him in what I felt was extremely acrobatic positions - I was quite proud of myself, really. I felt like Madonna in the video for "Don't Tell Me".
However, after a few minutes, I was beginning to tire (despite the pleasure I always get from being fucked). To make it worse, he started making comments again:
"Oh, please, sir! No more! No more!"
All forms of self-control snapped: "Haha! No one is going to save you now, Hermione!"
Yes. I called my boyfriend "Hermione"... and the look on his face was priceless.