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So this one time, my boyfriend and I were going at it when he stops and says, "It's gone." I'm like, "What do you mean?" "I mean it's GONE." Sure enough, the condom had disappeared. Assuming--recent virgins that we were--that it must have fallen off, we both searched the bed for ten minutes before we realized that far from having fallen off, it was shoved pretty far up my v****a and required some acrobatics to remove. We now refer to the offending sheath as the Houdini condom. Now you see it, now you don't! That's my story.