Water sex, you know, in a hot tub/chavvy sex pond or a pool or lake or sea. Just bad.
Like a previous poster, I also had a romantic scene (not really, we were both very drunk) become a horror film scene with a ONS. We got this bright idea that I would clench my legs round his waist in the shower, my arms up holding the rod, and have sex.
Only our balance was terrible. He fell backwards, opening up a cut on his head and breaking his tailbone on the way down. I fractured my wrist and also opened up my elbow on the other arm.
There was no help for it, I had to ring an ambulance as he was struggling with consciousness. He was still in the bath tub, I couldn't lift him up, obviously (turned shower off and got him as dried as I could, which wasn't much, and slung a towel over him.
I just opened the door in my dressing gown and told them the truth, as I had over the phone. I did manage to point out his clothes on the floor for them to take with us.
'How much have you had to drink tonight?' 'A lot! A whole, whole lot!'
Reader, he made a full recovery, as did I, although I never saw him again. Niall from County Meath, if you're reading this, that was some night!