An ex and I were known for having rough sex whenever we had been out drinking. In one night we broke the door to my pantry, a lamp, seriously dented a wall with the impression of my back, and bent the metal bead frame on my bed. We always had some sort of bruises from our escapades (I should mention, we were completely vanilla, no S&M) and I believe our roomates took bets on who would be the one moaning whenever we got together. Fun times, too bad the guy was possibly the WORST relationship I've ever had. I think that's what made the sex so good, I hated him. LOL