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NSFW??? How bad does the disaster have to be before you stop having sex?

Asked by RealEyesRealizeRealLies (30960points) July 21st, 2011

In the midst of a fantastic sexual encounter, disaster strikes. How bad does it have to get before you stop and seek shelter?

Earthquake, little rumba, water pipes break, bricks falling?

Tornado sirens, wind, windows blowing out, roof flies off?

Flood waters at the edge of the bed (assuming you’re on the bed)?

At what point does personal safety come before orgasm?

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Berserker's avatar

Well, I wouldn’t want my partner or I to be hurt, and if something happens that requires immediate action, especially for our own safety, or at least, that of our surroundings…draining pipes can do a lot of damage…it would end there. Until we found a safe place to go and continue.

Also if a lion just busted through the window, it would definitely end, ya?

KateTheGreat's avatar

As long as there aren’t things flying at me or I’m about to die, I’d keep on chuggin’.

FutureMemory's avatar

Symbeline said “draining pipes” hehehehehe

everephebe's avatar

That all just sounds like more incentive…

KateTheGreat's avatar

Earthquake sex sounds fun.

Berserker's avatar

@FutureMemory You totally pulled a Beavis & Butthead. :D

…lol draining pipes.

filmfann's avatar

Well, I’m all about safety. Regardless of how well it’s going, if the parking brake suddenly releases, I ‘m gonna stop and reset it before we coast into something.

Cruiser's avatar

A swarm of African killer bees wouldn’t even phase me.

FluffyChicken's avatar

Depends on how good the sex is. I’d definately screw through an earthquake, provided I’m not next to any big windows and theres nothing falling on me.

DarlingRhadamanthus's avatar

Through it all, I will soldier on…

Just not a phone call from mom.

Kayak8's avatar

It’s when sex causes the disaster that throws me for a loop (bed breaks, window is kicked out, etc.). I hold that first aid comes first.

YoBob's avatar

If you recognize that there is a disaster going on around you, you ain’t doing it right!

woodcutter's avatar

A dog jumping up and joining in would be a buzzkill.

jeremyh's avatar

When you find out that your life is gonna over any time if you don’t stop. Then you would be running to save your life.

Seaofclouds's avatar

Considering we have children, any disaster that would require us to take action to ensure their safety would cause us to stop.

sleepdoc's avatar

The guy will be oblivious to what is going on and try to keep going and not realize the woman has already left the bed in search of shelter from whatever is going on.

rebbel's avatar

An ant pacing up and down the stairs can sometimes be enough to distract me.
I need total and utter peace of mind and senses to not be bothered by anything going on outside of our bed.
Right now, these last weeks, playing children about one meter distant, family knocking the door (I’ve learned to put the key on the inside after some vague acquaintance just opened the door without knocking first (we live in a one-room apartment here, so open the door and step into bed)), swarms of flies and so on, have all slightly bothered our sexy time.
But we enjoy it nonetheless!

Earthgirl's avatar

Your kid knocking on the door is all it takes to derail a passionate lovemaking session! I am sure many parents can identify with this “disaster”, lol.

woodcutter's avatar

@Earthgirl Ah, the old Mommy and Daddy were just wrestling story.

Earthgirl's avatar

woodcutter Did that story ever work for you? Try it on a teenager, lol.

woodcutter's avatar

Done it with a teenager but not on one;p

augustlan's avatar

We broke our bed during sex, and one side dropped down several inches. We continued on, and then heard another loud crack and that side dropped all the way to the floor, rolling us off the mattress. At that point, we were laughing too hard to continue. ;)

Earthgirl's avatar

augustlan That is hilarious!

filmfann's avatar

@augustlan A few years ago, a close friend confided to me that she and her husband had broken the bed while staying at a motel in Monterey. I laughed while she told the story, and asked the right questions so that I could pull a prank on her.
The next morning, I had an email ready to send to her, using a hotmail account I just created with that hotels name. The email told my friend that they had found the bed broken, and that it was obviously not thru “normal use” and must have been broken thru vigorous, punishing use. The email told her that her credit card would be charged for the replacement of the bed.
When I explained to her that I had sent the email, she howled with laughter. She completely fell for it.

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