Sounds a little kinky, no?
Not at all.
We worked together, and there were a lot of rubber bands around. I made sure, that every time he looked up from his computer terminal, I was there, with a rubber band, pulled tautly back from a pencil, ready to shoot. He'd flinch. I'd laugh. Foreplay people. I only accidentally hit him once.
Being a woman, I knew that I could not rely on rubber bands alone. You have to use your wiles to shake things up from time to time. This is when you pull the chocolate pudding out of your bag of tricks. You see, it's not just for dinner.
Every time he looked up from his computer terminal, (if I didn't have a rubber band at the ready), I'd have a mouth full of chocolate pudding, and I'd open my mouth for him to see a big disgusting glob of it on my tongue.
Wrapped that man right around my finger, yes I did.
Now who's twisted, me?
Or him, for thinking to himself, I need to get me some of that.