Jack Morley and Julie Hastings
It was a first date. I was 40, Julie was just 17. Let’s just say that I made two very strong Black Russians for her to drink. Of course, the fact that I slipped 16 mg of ground up Klonopin into the drinks helped too. Soon she was totally unconscious. I took her clothes off, carried her to bed, and had unprotected a*** and vaginal s** with her. I was really trying to get her pregnant. I stuck a banana in her v***** and took lots of pictures which I sent to her friends, family, and her boss. I posted the pictures online and included her name, address and phone number. When she woke up the next afternoon she was hysterical. I told her it was totally consensual but she didn’t believe it. But it was her word against mine. I kept her panties and still wear them around town sometimes. I have no regrets and I continue this behavior whenever I can. I now prefer unconscious women. Am I bad?
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You know, this whole post was bad fiction, written by me. But the murderous responses from the gutter rats out there reveal what’s really bad in society.-Jack
If you prefer unconscious women now, whats next? Dead corpses? Your sexual abilities must really suck.
Read the definition of consentual and willing will tell you if you are bad. Would you mind if I drugged you and when you passed out casturated your b**** ass, after all by your definition "it was consentual". I asked you if I could casturate you and you never said no, but of course you were unconscious, but it was still consentual, right???
“Am I bad?” obviously you’re a terrible person. Kill yourself.
You should probably put a gun to your head and fire it. But that’s just my take