Freudian slip?

You know that moment when you're writing a story and the main protagonist is talking about a time when she went to a hotel with someone she met in a bar? And she's describing what happened:

"It was a cheap hotel, the kind where you can book a room by the hour. And when we got to the room he said he wanted to type me up. I let him type me to the bed."

That wasn't quite the scenario in my head, but that was the way it came out when I wrote it... And maybe that is what I meant and I should go with it and take the story from there, about how he tortured her, leaving nasty little exclamation marks on her body before splitting her infinitive before finally bringing her to an orgasm that was so good it had been pluperfect.