ROCK THE BOAT
Today’s contributor learns why pointy things and water beds don’t mix.
My boyfriend and I were having sex on his water bed. Yes, his water bed (cue all of the motion of the ocean, cheesy motel jokes here). I’d bought this pair of stiletto heels that I knew would drive him crazy. As I peeled off my clothes layer by layer until there was nothing left but my stiletto heels, I gave him my trademark sexy grin.
Needless to say he got more and more excited and pulled me on top of him. I decided I needed a little more leverage so when we switched positions, my sexy stilettos ended up poking a whole in my plan and the water bed. It started to leak. My boyfriend was so caught up in the moment, he thought he was making me wet. He didn’t notice the increase of water that began spurting out from the sheets. And I was really too horny to bother to tell him what was going on.
We kept at it for a while and besides the fact that the bed was deflating we were having a damn good time. Apparently we’d managed to flood the room and I guess the trickle of water under the door was an indicator to his parents that they should check out what was going on in their son’s bedroom.
Both his mom and dad walked in on a flooded floor, me clad in my stilettos and us in the middle of doing the deed. I was mortified, and couldn’t even muster up the strength to cover myself up, everything in the room from the sheets to the clothes I’d stripped off were soaking wet.
