One persons kindness is anothers rape.
Im visiting a friend of the breasticled persuasion who happens to be a bit more than a friend but not quite girlfriend. Anyway...

This girl happens to be a -total- lightweight whereas I can hold my own when it comes to my chosen drink of double vodka red bull and jager bombs at least.

So I happen to be pretty sober as she gets steadily more wasted as we drink in the nightclub, she leans in and slurs/moans into my ear.

"Guuuuuiiiiiillllllt, I want SEX."

Huzzah! Dont worry I reply, there shall be plenty of that tonight! *supresses erection*

The night continues. More whispers in my ear along the same lines, but fastly getting more and more slurred yet Im still just tipsy. Then the inevitable happens, she needs to go home, her friends want to stay so I take her home. Problem being I dont know where the hell I am, so taxi it is!

So, 2 students in the back of a taxi, one obviously a LOT more sober than the other one, who is near passing out level.

It's at this point I suddenly become a rapist.

"Guuuiiiiiilt, please, pleaaaaaaassshhhse can we not have sex."

"Erm, dont worry, we wont."

"Please Guilt, I really dont want to have sex."

"I said..."

And more along that lines, all the way home with the taxi driver staring at me in the rear view mirror all the time, obviously weighing up if we should be dropped of at the student halls or the police station.
(Guilt wants to get in your moist confines, Mon 13 Apr 2009, 23:40, 1 reply)

Ha!
Thats a great tale!
(Hotty, Tue 14 Apr 2009, 16:32, closed)