up until that end when he spells it out. Damn you Stephen King! Your endings!

Well, he's already going to see this! So, he was scary, screaming and shit. I was kind of trapped because I couldn't leave his place (driving drunk is awful, even if you're scared of the situation you're in) but he was like SLEEP IN MY BED SLEEP IN MY BED and eventually I tried to because I was so tired, couldn't…

My teenaged goddaughter (who turned 18 in July) called me a few years ago pretty much in tears after pretty much the same thing happened to her and her then boyfriend. I consider it a mark of me being a good godmother that I didn't laugh (unlike her mother, who I was out with when I got the call)

For realz.

MIL used to call a lot during our normal time, and DH used to stop and answer. Drove me nuts. So I told hiim — next time, no.

So, next time comes, and MIL goes ape shit. We don't answer, she leaves a message. Then the phone goes again. And again. And again. every 15 minutes. So finally, DH says that it must…

You, are a fucking trooper. I tip my hat to you:

God I've got the most hilarious story to post here but I can't because The Guy Who Threw Glassware At Me, Missed, And Hit My Dog Because I Wouldn'T Have Sex With Him still rubs his gross dicknose around Jez and GT.

Involuntary homicide is not murder.

Was this your last boyfriend?

I'm hurting for you just thinking about that, girl. And I am reminded of the time my lovely and I got busy mid dinner, and it wasn't until he was digitally delighting me that my "Savannah Smile" started feeling like it was on fire... he's been chopping jalapenos but hadn't washed his hands.

DeposedDespot and I were fooling around one day and were going to have sex, so he reached into the drawer in the dresser where he keeps the lube. He came back and put some on my lady parts but it wasn't right and it started to hurt and then I was screaming at him "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SHOVE UP ME?"

My dogs totally stare. And—this gets worse—sometimes one of them will nudge us to be petted in the middle. And we have to pet them—yes, while actively screwing—or they start pawing us and then proceed to make roo-roo-roo noises.

I was 21 and dating a guy. We were in bed, naked, doing some making out and heavy petting, clearly on the road to the PIV sex. His phone rings. He glances over it. It's his mom. He looks at me apologetically and asks if he can take the phone call. I agree, because, hell, it's just awkward at this point. He…

Wow. And to think I gave my kid shit for breaking up with his girlfriend via text message because it was assholery. This...jesus, there aren't words.

He needed advice on women and why they didn't love him. Ex was (obviously) quite the player and roommate thought a woman's perspective would be helpful too. Double win!

What THE HELL did he need to talk about?!

Terrible no-good cheating ex boyfriend and I were mid-act when his roommate came home very drunk. He knocked on the door and said he needed to talk. Ex told him to fuck off. Roommate asked who was in there with him, and ex daringly (since he had several of us in rotation at the time) said "Who do you think?!" Roommate…

I suppose since I had already had an orgasm (and so did he) it doesn't technically count as interrupted sex but I had a guy break up with me while he was still inside me. Because the sex between us was so good he felt like he was "letting God down." I thought it was just the slightly hazy babblings of a guy who'd just…

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