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"Surprise Wamming"
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[name removed] said:
My wife and I met as co-workers at a local movie theater (technically, I was a manager and she was an hourly). During that time, we used to have a lot of fun at the other person's expense- a sort of playful schoolyard teasing without crossing boundaries.
We'd prank each other, surprise each other, and her favorite was: the hand-slapping game. You know...where one person puts their hands out, palms down, and the other person puts their hands- palms us -under the first person's...etc.
Once we finally started dating, she confessed to me that she thought the ideas of a food fight, water war, pie fight were a lot of fun. So, one day while she was at work and I had the day off, I got a few supplies from the local grocer. I returned home just shortly before she did, put two FULL tubs of Cool Whip into the pie crust, and waited- perching myself on the bay window ledge in my bedroom so I could get a look into the parking lot out front.
Once I saw her car pulling in, I ran to the fridge, grabbed the pie, and hid by the front door. She had a key to my apartment, so she let herself in...as I reared my arm back. Once she opened the door, I basically slammed the pie straight into her face forcefully- without follow through, so as not to hurt her.
From underneath the pile of cream and crust I could hear a high-pitched giggle begin to emanate...and as the tin slowly slid off, I saw this full grin begin to emerge. Finally, she started laughing as hard as possible, threw her purse inside and onto the floor, then LITERALLY bodily tackled me and began blanketing me with pie-covered kisses.
It was in that exact moment- honest truth here -that I knew: she was THE one.
Over the next few years, (while dating, during our engagement, etc) we would prank each other now and then: surprise buckets of water, dumping dozens of raw eggs onto the other person while they were in the shower, and- my proudest moment -a huge bucket of green slime poured onto her while she was sunbathing on our balcony one day.
Like I said, when I knew she was not only game for but TRULY enjoyed that sort of thing was when I knew that THIS Joker had found his one, true Harley (without the abusive relationship but with all the "out of the norm" and sometimes kinky fun).
diggerwam said: Story time. I'd love to hear about actual surprise messy incidents. You could be perp or you could be victim or you could just be witness. Tell us how it all went down.
My wife and I met as co-workers at a local movie theater (technically, I was a manager and she was an hourly). During that time, we used to have a lot of fun at the other person's expense- a sort of playful schoolyard teasing without crossing boundaries.
We'd prank each other, surprise each other, and her favorite was: the hand-slapping game. You know...where one person puts their hands out, palms down, and the other person puts their hands- palms us -under the first person's...etc.
Once we finally started dating, she confessed to me that she thought the ideas of a food fight, water war, pie fight were a lot of fun. So, one day while she was at work and I had the day off, I got a few supplies from the local grocer. I returned home just shortly before she did, put two FULL tubs of Cool Whip into the pie crust, and waited- perching myself on the bay window ledge in my bedroom so I could get a look into the parking lot out front.
Once I saw her car pulling in, I ran to the fridge, grabbed the pie, and hid by the front door. She had a key to my apartment, so she let herself in...as I reared my arm back. Once she opened the door, I basically slammed the pie straight into her face forcefully- without follow through, so as not to hurt her.
From underneath the pile of cream and crust I could hear a high-pitched giggle begin to emanate...and as the tin slowly slid off, I saw this full grin begin to emerge. Finally, she started laughing as hard as possible, threw her purse inside and onto the floor, then LITERALLY bodily tackled me and began blanketing me with pie-covered kisses.
It was in that exact moment- honest truth here -that I knew: she was THE one.
Over the next few years, (while dating, during our engagement, etc) we would prank each other now and then: surprise buckets of water, dumping dozens of raw eggs onto the other person while they were in the shower, and- my proudest moment -a huge bucket of green slime poured onto her while she was sunbathing on our balcony one day.
Like I said, when I knew she was not only game for but TRULY enjoyed that sort of thing was when I knew that THIS Joker had found his one, true Harley (without the abusive relationship but with all the "out of the norm" and sometimes kinky fun).
This is SO cute and WAM romantic!!
Adorable.
[name removed] said:
My wife and I met as co-workers at a local movie theater (technically, I was a manager and she was an hourly). During that time, we used to have a lot of fun at the other person's expense- a sort of playful schoolyard teasing without crossing boundaries.
We'd prank each other, surprise each other, and her favorite was: the hand-slapping game. You know...where one person puts their hands out, palms down, and the other person puts their hands- palms us -under the first person's...etc.
Once we finally started dating, she confessed to me that she thought the ideas of a food fight, water war, pie fight were a lot of fun. So, one day while she was at work and I had the day off, I got a few supplies from the local grocer. I returned home just shortly before she did, put two FULL tubs of Cool Whip into the pie crust, and waited- perching myself on the bay window ledge in my bedroom so I could get a look into the parking lot out front.
Once I saw her car pulling in, I ran to the fridge, grabbed the pie, and hid by the front door. She had a key to my apartment, so she let herself in...as I reared my arm back. Once she opened the door, I basically slammed the pie straight into her face forcefully- without follow through, so as not to hurt her.
From underneath the pile of cream and crust I could hear a high-pitched giggle begin to emanate...and as the tin slowly slid off, I saw this full grin begin to emerge. Finally, she started laughing as hard as possible, threw her purse inside and onto the floor, then LITERALLY bodily tackled me and began blanketing me with pie-covered kisses.
It was in that exact moment- honest truth here -that I knew: she was THE one.
Over the next few years, (while dating, during our engagement, etc) we would prank each other now and then: surprise buckets of water, dumping dozens of raw eggs onto the other person while they were in the shower, and- my proudest moment -a huge bucket of green slime poured onto her while she was sunbathing on our balcony one day.
Like I said, when I knew she was not only game for but TRULY enjoyed that sort of thing was when I knew that THIS Joker had found his one, true Harley (without the abusive relationship but with all the "out of the norm" and sometimes kinky fun).
diggerwam said: Story time. I'd love to hear about actual surprise messy incidents. You could be perp or you could be victim or you could just be witness. Tell us how it all went down.
My wife and I met as co-workers at a local movie theater (technically, I was a manager and she was an hourly). During that time, we used to have a lot of fun at the other person's expense- a sort of playful schoolyard teasing without crossing boundaries.
We'd prank each other, surprise each other, and her favorite was: the hand-slapping game. You know...where one person puts their hands out, palms down, and the other person puts their hands- palms us -under the first person's...etc.
Once we finally started dating, she confessed to me that she thought the ideas of a food fight, water war, pie fight were a lot of fun. So, one day while she was at work and I had the day off, I got a few supplies from the local grocer. I returned home just shortly before she did, put two FULL tubs of Cool Whip into the pie crust, and waited- perching myself on the bay window ledge in my bedroom so I could get a look into the parking lot out front.
Once I saw her car pulling in, I ran to the fridge, grabbed the pie, and hid by the front door. She had a key to my apartment, so she let herself in...as I reared my arm back. Once she opened the door, I basically slammed the pie straight into her face forcefully- without follow through, so as not to hurt her.
From underneath the pile of cream and crust I could hear a high-pitched giggle begin to emanate...and as the tin slowly slid off, I saw this full grin begin to emerge. Finally, she started laughing as hard as possible, threw her purse inside and onto the floor, then LITERALLY bodily tackled me and began blanketing me with pie-covered kisses.
It was in that exact moment- honest truth here -that I knew: she was THE one.
Over the next few years, (while dating, during our engagement, etc) we would prank each other now and then: surprise buckets of water, dumping dozens of raw eggs onto the other person while they were in the shower, and- my proudest moment -a huge bucket of green slime poured onto her while she was sunbathing on our balcony one day.
Like I said, when I knew she was not only game for but TRULY enjoyed that sort of thing was when I knew that THIS Joker had found his one, true Harley (without the abusive relationship but with all the "out of the norm" and sometimes kinky fun).
What a great, and perfect, story! Thank you.
Nothing quite so extravagant as [name removed]. When I proprosed to my now wife, I had agreed to cook her favorite meal and teach her how to make a chocolate cream pie. She doesn't eat sweets herself, but said she wanted to learn so she could make them for me.
Fast forward to the evening of our date. I enjoyed cooking for her and her reaction at seeing that I can be more handy in the kitchen than just boiling water was great.
After our meal, I pulled the pie from the fridge as she headed off to make herself more comfortable. I placed the ring in the top of the pie and placed it on her chair. In my defense, I figured she would have to see the ring, right? Wrong!
As she came back to her seat, she pulled out her chair and sat down... Directly into a large pie. She yelped at first at realizing she now had chocolate cream all over her bum. Scraping off what she could, she placed the remnants back in the tin and coyly asked if I'd at least give her a hug before she went to clean herself up.
As I hugged her, she dumped the entire contents of the pie down her shirt... Including the ring! I'm freaking out inside, but I am also extremely turned on by this new adventurous side.
We played with the pie filling for a while before showering in our clothes and heading to bed nude. It was one of our first sexual encounters and one we relive every anniversary.
Fast forward to the evening of our date. I enjoyed cooking for her and her reaction at seeing that I can be more handy in the kitchen than just boiling water was great.
After our meal, I pulled the pie from the fridge as she headed off to make herself more comfortable. I placed the ring in the top of the pie and placed it on her chair. In my defense, I figured she would have to see the ring, right? Wrong!
As she came back to her seat, she pulled out her chair and sat down... Directly into a large pie. She yelped at first at realizing she now had chocolate cream all over her bum. Scraping off what she could, she placed the remnants back in the tin and coyly asked if I'd at least give her a hug before she went to clean herself up.
As I hugged her, she dumped the entire contents of the pie down her shirt... Including the ring! I'm freaking out inside, but I am also extremely turned on by this new adventurous side.
We played with the pie filling for a while before showering in our clothes and heading to bed nude. It was one of our first sexual encounters and one we relive every anniversary.
At the time, I was dating a self-proclaimed "dragon-lady". She was very tough at work, but submissive behind closed doors.
After a few conversations where she's mentioned that I could do anything I'd like, I got the bakery people at Ralph's supermarket (around L.A.) to make a banana cream pie with extra whipped cream. They delivered, alright, and had prepared a pie with double the normal amount of cream on top of the filling-and-banana-layer.
I had been renting a house with a patio, and a grill, so on most dates at my place I'd grill something, and treat her to dinner, wine, and a lovely evening in the hills between the ocean and the hot valley.
That night, I'd grilled marinated lamb and asparagus, and we dined under the sky, through the evening and into the early night.
Most dates ended up with us naked, and so when I suggested that we had dessert naked, she was not only interested, but very eager.
I have put this into a few of my stories: the both of us standing in my kitchen, naked, I handed her a small plate, and a fork, and I set another plate and fork on the counter, for me. (Ostensibly). I brought out the banana cream pie, and she laughed.
(She later admitted that she never in a million years thought I would do it).
While she stood, nude, holding a plate and a fork, I picked up the banana cream pie and I let her have it.
She didn't flinch, and she took the pie in the face like a slapstick champion.
She dropped the plate and fork onto the floor, and laughing she jumped me and kissed me with her cream-covered face (and head!). Much like your Harley, [name removed], she laughed and tackled me; and we pretty much wrecked my kitchen.
After a few conversations where she's mentioned that I could do anything I'd like, I got the bakery people at Ralph's supermarket (around L.A.) to make a banana cream pie with extra whipped cream. They delivered, alright, and had prepared a pie with double the normal amount of cream on top of the filling-and-banana-layer.
I had been renting a house with a patio, and a grill, so on most dates at my place I'd grill something, and treat her to dinner, wine, and a lovely evening in the hills between the ocean and the hot valley.
That night, I'd grilled marinated lamb and asparagus, and we dined under the sky, through the evening and into the early night.
Most dates ended up with us naked, and so when I suggested that we had dessert naked, she was not only interested, but very eager.
I have put this into a few of my stories: the both of us standing in my kitchen, naked, I handed her a small plate, and a fork, and I set another plate and fork on the counter, for me. (Ostensibly). I brought out the banana cream pie, and she laughed.
(She later admitted that she never in a million years thought I would do it).
While she stood, nude, holding a plate and a fork, I picked up the banana cream pie and I let her have it.
She didn't flinch, and she took the pie in the face like a slapstick champion.
She dropped the plate and fork onto the floor, and laughing she jumped me and kissed me with her cream-covered face (and head!). Much like your Harley, [name removed], she laughed and tackled me; and we pretty much wrecked my kitchen.
I was pranked by workmates. The car park behind our building was being renovated and was a huge sea of mud. There was a big wide wooden plank placed across it so we could come and go safely. One day, I was last out, shut the door and noticed that my lovely colleagues had removed the "bridge". I couldn't go back in and leave via the front as I had no key. So I had to go across the mud. It was quite an experience in smart work trousers etc. When I was halfway across I was pretty much knee deep in it, and my delicate little ballet pumps were suctioned off! I managed to pull them out and continued squelching through the mud in my socks!
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