These probably aren't as good as the rest but heres 2 that I can think of off the top of my head. Earlier in the day I was out picking cayenne peppers that were nice and ripe from my garden. Picked a dozen or so off and went inside and washed my hands and a few times, gave them a good scrubbing because we all know the oil from peppers burns like a bitch. So i had washed my hands at least 6 times that day. Later my girlfriend came over and we we're just laying there watching TV and things start popping off. We start getting busy and I start rubbing the clit then throw two fingers into her love canal. She starts moaning like crazy and is super into it, soon she starts bucking like crazy, and I'm like "fuck yea shes loving it!" and the moans turn into screams of agony with her yelling to get my fingers out of her. She jumped up, crying in tears, and ran to my bathroom,bottomless and her titties all out. I hear the bathtub faucet running and her screaming calling me an asshole among other things. I guess I must of had some pepper juices under my nails or something. I straight set her pussy on fire. To make matter worse I thought it was funny as hell and was laughing while she was in the bathroom "cooling down". The rest of the night was pure hatred for me as her pussy was still burning, just not as intense as before. Stupid cock blocking peppers.
My other awkward sexual experience was back in high school. I was like 16 or so.Me and my girlfriend had just started banging a month or two prior.We used the Lifestyles brand that had all different colors you could get for free from Planned Parenthood. We'd always do it at my house because her rents were super strict and could never be alone. My rents were always out and about and I had the house to myself alot so we always took full advantage. After sex I didn't know what to do with the spent condoms, I didn't want to put them in the trash because my teenage anxietied brain was afraid of my parents finding them when they would empty my trash on trash night. Then I remembered the movie Fight Club, the scene where Edward Norton was taking a piss and the condom was in the toilet. So I had the genius idea that I'd just flush away all the evidence. So I did this a few times with great success. Then one day I was chilling in my bedroom with my girlfriend and my mom yells for me in that pissed off mom tone. Now I'm clueless why she's all pissed because I haven't done anything bad recently. I walk out of my room and my mom is standing outside the bathroom door pointing to the toilet asking me to explain "this". Turns out the toilet had backed up and she plunged it and out comes 5 different colored condoms, little latex coffins tied off at the end, filled with her the corpses of her unborn grandchildren. There was a yellow one,green one,black one,red one,and a blue one. Now really, how do I explain that to her? I just told her I thought it was a good idea. She was pissed I clogged her toilet but was happy I used protection. Then I had to go back in my room and explain to my girl what happened. Things were a little awkward between my rents and her for a lil bit. From then on I just used the trash,until a month or so later when condoms were no longer part of the equation.