How to thwart the hound

This is entirely random, and I dunno why I just suddenly thought of it (much earlier though, it just resurfaced) and thought it may appeal to you (few) female readers.

Have you ever been disgusted at how males, straight ones at least, react to sex? How they're just enveloped by a maddening rage resembling a vampire's thirst for blood (Sorry, been reading devouring "Twilight") when sex is on their minds? Well, personally I do feel disgusted by myself at times when I feel that (feck, I totally shrank into a peanut when I typed that out). Anyway, here's something I thought up earlier when my mind crossed the topic.

Imagine your horny, expectant boyfriend on a special occasion where he's almost definite to work his eager hands on your frail bra buckle, the one niggling obstacle to his little heavenly valley. Now picture how frustrated he'd be if you somehow tampered with the buckle so it won't EVER give way (of course, use a cheap bra if you think he's probably gonna tear it apart or something, or make him buy u a new, exceedingly luxurious one if he violates it). Owh.. the torment, the burning anguish that would eat him up as he struggle like a fish breathing air. His magnificent (Since it does not always apply, 'magnificence' here does not refer to size) prize, the coveted fleshy twin towers obscured by a thick fog of impenetrable clouds. Watch him whine as his futile efforts begin to frustrate him even further, as you mock expressions of hopelessness, disappointment and boredom. Film the process if you will. Man, that would be one heckuva way to get back at your boyfriend if he ever used "oops, wrong hole!" as an excuse crossed your path XD

Shit, am I even a man to be writing something so pro-female?