For his 25th birthday, I decided to surprise him by making one of his long-held fantasies come true - incorporating ice into our sexytime activities. On the eve of his birthday, I sent him a text saying “Come over, have a surprise for you”, along with a bunch of winking emojis. He came over, obviously, straight after work. I greeted him at the door in a filmy negligee I’d picked up specifically for the occasion, and holding a ice tray filled to the brim with cubes. The grin on his face was totally worth the huge lump of money I’d spent on my lingerie and the fancy ice tray.
We got into bed, kissing passionately. We were both super-excited about doing this. It’s not that we didn’t have great sex anyway, but we’d never tried any sort of experimenting before this. I helped him undress, and he did the same for me (not that he had much to remove given how little I was actually wearing). A few moments of intense making out later, we were both naked and I reached for the ice - the tray was sitting on my bedside table. However, I hadn’t anticipated how cold the ice would actually feel against my bare skin. My fingers turned numb and the cubes slipped out of my hands. And landed right on his exposed sensitive parts.
“Owwww, what are you doing?!” he yelled. I leapt away from him, horrified by how quickly he’d managed to go from totally aroused to, uh, visibly recoiling from me.
“I’m so sorry!” I squeaked, and handed him a towel.
Let me tell you, folks, that getting a man aroused again after you’ve managed to freeze his private parts with ice is quite a task. Because even if his mind is willing, his body does not respond well to your mishandling of it. :-(
Half an hour of regular foreplay later, he was ready again. We’d decided to hold off on the ice until things were back on even keel again. And now they were. So I grabbed the tray and put it on the bed itself, and mentally steeled my fingers against the cold.
“No, no,” he said. “I’m not risking that again.” Holding my hands by the wrists, he reached for the tray and picked up a cube. Then slowly, deliberately he placed it on my breast.
If I’d thought ice in my hands was bad, I must admit that ice on my boob was far, far worse. Instead of feeling all sexually charged, what I felt was a shock to my system. I reacted instinctively, jerking up with a squeal. In the process, I managed to upend the ice tray balancing on my pillow. And by this time half of it had melted, so what basically happened was that we were suddenly tangled up with each other in the middle of a bed completely soaked with cold water.
“Dude, is this your revenge?” I asked him sadly as we got out of bed to clear up the mess and air out my soggy mattress.
“Well, given that your birthday surprise for me was trying to give me frostbite on my crotch, I don’t see what you’re complaining about.”
He had a point. I fake-punched him, and said, “Shall we just get dressed and go get a drink somewhere?”
“Yes, please,” he said. “Afterwards, you can come home with me and we can try having my birthday cake in bed....”
Him AND cake in bed together? Obviously I said yes!! ;-)