Here’s a little story about how the worst mistake was almost made, but luckily wasn’t...

I was over his house and we were in the heat of the moment. Heavily making out, touching, hands moving over each other’s bodies. We escalated to foreplay as he slowly gripped my waist and proceeded to gently slide my pants off. He then inserts one, two fingers inside me with a ‘come here’ motion driving me wild and, moving down, starts to kiss my body until he reaches my clit. Using his soft, warm tongue he swirls it around and around filling my mind with so many thoughts and pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. After I finish, I look at him and say seductively, “your turn” which he seems pleased to hear. He pulls his pants down and I start licking and sucking, hearing him whisper short moans under his breath. I keep going up to the very edge then stop and say, “I want you to fuck me”. We pull out the condom I brought, put it on and get to business. Immediately, it feels like a huge wave of pleasure and I never want it to stop. However, just a few minutes after starting, he feels the tip of the condom and tells me he thinks that it broke. I feel the same spot and say, “I don’t think it is”. He proceeds to start freaking out saying, “This is why I don’t like to do this because this kind of stuff can happen” and “What if something does happen? I won’t be able to not think about it until you get your period”. Meanwhile, I’m getting frustrated and feel as though I pressured him into having sex with me and try to calm him down. I tell him to do the water test by “filling the condom up with water under the sink and if it doesn’t leak, you’re okay”. He does just that while still worried and comes back downstairs with a face that looks kind he just won the lottery and says, “We’re good!” I say, “See, I told you we were fine and even if we weren’t I would have just gotten a Plan B”. He looks surprised and says, “Oh, if I knew you were just going to get Plan B we might as well just keep going but since we’re okay... round two! I thought it broke but it just felt like it because you’re so fucking wet, way to go” and we laugh about it. Once everything is settled, we get a second condom, this time a different brand and type, and finish out the night with a passionate, intimate, climax-inducing session. We end the night by cuddling and watching Netflix until I have to go home. So, this was my funny, yet terrifying, experience with a condom that almost sent my boyfriend into a delirious mess.