Role playing with a partner can accomplish a lot of different things. It can get you to lose your inhibitions, bring the excitement back into a stale relationship and overall just provide a great sexual experience. That is, until it doesn’t. Here are some reader stories of their role playing experiences gone bad!
Margo S. has a background in Asian studies. She thought it would be a fun idea to transform her apartment into what looks like an Asian massage parlor.
I thought it would be funny to seduce my man as a masseuse and give him one of those ‘happy endings’ that the movies always play up. I went into my closet and pulled out a Chinese dress I bought a long time ago when I was in Hong Kong. When my man came home, he was very surprised — and very excited. The ‘massage parlor’ room had faulty blinds and as I was massaging, my dress popped open (it busted at the seams since I’d gained weight since my trip)! At this exact moment, a man walked through the backyard from our landscaping company and looked horrified at our scene. Bye, bye romance!
Casey L. is a teacher in Nebraska. One day, she decided to bring home the wooden ruler for a little bit of teacher/student role playing with her husband.
My husband always jokes about how my high school students (the boys) probably have a crush on me. He’d always make comments about what he’d do to seduce me if he was the 16-year-old boy in my class. Well, one day I decided to let him show me. I set up a mock classroom in our home and I exaggerated my teacher outfit to include a super low-cut blouse and fake glasses. When my hubby got home, he knew exactly what was going on and played along. He did a fabulous job at seducing me and we ended up getting busy on the makeshift student desk. Emphasis on the ‘makeshift’! About 20 minutes in, the desk broke and we both landed on the floor with a big crash and I ended up tearing a ligament in my leg. I had to be rushed to the hospital and was in a cast for six weeks.
Laura Z. was inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey so much that she went out and purchased a few of Christian’s favorite sex toys. One night, she turned her bedroom into the ‘red room’ that she spent countless hours reading about in this trilogy.
I was all set up. The bedroom reeked of impending rough sex. Or maybe that was the latex. I was dressed in a skintight body suit and laid the bed with whips, chains, handcuffs and a blindfold. I was going to dominate my boyfriend that night. When he came home, I sat quietly in a chair in the corner of the room and waited for him to come in. As he entered, I told him to sit down on the bed and not to make a sound. I handcuffed him to the bed after I undressed him and we had an unforgettable experience, to say the least. When it was over, the worst happened: The keys to the cuffs did not open the cuffs. As in, he was stuck to the bed. It was horrible, really. There’s no other word to describe the sheer embarrassment of what I went through that night. We had to call the police to have them come over and get him free. I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that I’m nervous to become a sexual anorexic after that night’s escapades.