THE internet is not real life, and practices discovered upon it should not be attempted IRL. Unless you long to be single, keep any suggestion of these to yourself:
Watersports
No, not stand-up paddleboarding. And if you didn’t meet your partner on a specialist website there’s no easy way to broach this one. ‘Would you like me to wee on you?’ is just as unacceptable as ‘Would you mind awfully weeing on me?’ Appending the word ‘darling’ won’t help, you’re a filthy pissing bastard and the relationship is over.
Scrotal inflation
You’re unlikely to be considered ‘a keeper’ if you casually suggest your boyfriend injects saline solution into his ballsack to make them swell up like party balloons. ‘I only want it because I love you so much,’ will change nothing. He’ll be out of the door before you grab his knob and twist it into the likeness of a sausage dog.
Bukkake
Oh dear. Someone’s gone from anime to hentai to a dark place. A great way to show you have zero respect for your girlfriend and all women, and anyway how would it even work? Would you get your mates involved? Solicit the assistance of work colleagues? Go on the neighbourhood Facebook group? The ensuing logistical nightmare would prove as humiliating for the man.
Mummification
Never admit that you want to formalise your controlling behaviour by wrapping up your significant other so she can’t move a muscle. It will be interpreted as a massive red flag. Your partner may also suspect more heinous motives beyond mere eroticism, such as keeping her off her vape and phone.
Locktober
A month without physical intimacy is hardly an indication of unbridled passion. You can talk up the sexiness of discipline and self-restraint all you like; nobody’s buying it. Once you’ve let him know that you’d rather spend bedtimes re-reading the Wolf Hall trilogy than f**king, a future marriage is very much mapped out.
Donkey punch
‘How about I thump you in the head during sex?’ ‘Are you f**king mental?’ The idea that a blow to the back of the cranium leads to involuntary tightening of the vaginal passage is a dangerous urban myth. Only float this idea if you want to reveal yourself to be both a violent arsehole and a gullible prick. In other words, perfect ex-boyfriend material.