Most of the time, or at least for me, having sex is a production. And, like any production, things can go wrong. The wonderful, hilarious and adventurous people on Reddit recently got real about the times they had to completely stop right in the middle.
A rat bit me.
He had a pet rat that had free run of the space at the top of his dresser. I grabbed the edge of the dresser in the middle of things, and the rat did not take the intrusion kindly and delivered a sneak attack to my fingertip. Blood fountained everywhere, and we had to take a first aid break.
I have a clapper light and the sound of balls on butt cheek turned the bedside lamp on... we promptly resumed after some hysterics.
My diabetic boyfriends blood sugar dropped. He just stopped and yelled "JUICE!!!"