There I was, lying on my bed, naked and all tingly after a few fantastic orgasms. We had been enjoying the afternoon / early evening in my flat with some kinky sex and he was just getting up to get the long hank of red rope and entwine it around my body when I receive a text from one of my flatmates:
'We are 5 mins away, Dad is with us, this is not a joke!'
Shit, shit, shit. I have never got dressed so quickly. Rope went flying under the bed and socks and pants picked up from where they were dumped in haste a few hours earlier. I hurried him out of the house with only moments to spare.
As we walked down the road to grab a much-needed bite to eat, he turned to me and said "maybe I shouldn't have been such a sloth this afternoon, you could have had at least 2 more orgasms.'
I will kill my flatmates for denying me that.