The Wretched Excess

No one knows my dark secret and desires, and perhaps because of that I get thrown in situations where I am responsible for the drunk and abnoxious… Well, maybe to them they are; but to me its a wonderful scenario…

Imagine to my surprise when my date turned out to be on meds, that for some reason does not mix well with alchohol.  First off, I did not realize she was drinking, until I found out she was sneaking away every so often to the bar, and getting a shot.  I clued in when her speak started to slur.  I recommended that we get some air, and go to another bar.  The other bar is just across the street, and when we get there and park; she is passed out cold.  My devious mind starts racing, thinking “What do I do?”…

I reach over, and shake her shoulders, to see if she will wake up.  Nothing, she just slumps down further in the passenger seat.  I reposition her better, so I can reach her face and slide it towards me as I inspect each of her eyes, opening them and looking at her reaction.  Each eye lid opens easily, as her pupils roll upwards behind her head, showing the white parts of her eyes - almost as if she was a zombie, or better yet dead…

Looking down from her face, I admire her body (she is a runner, and had the most amazing tight body ever) and look at her arms and hands.  I pick up one of her hands, and lift it up high - and drop it.  It drops down to the side of her legs like a rock.  She’s out cold.  No condition to go to this next bar, so I decide to take her to her home.  (I know she lived alone, and no one was there)…

As I drive to her place, she doesn’t move a bit; and remains completely out of it.  Once I pull up to her house, I park and look through her purse for her keys.  I find them, and before I do anything with her; I go and open her door and make a path so I can carry her in easily.

I come back to my car, and look around briefly to make sure no neighbors were watching; and pick her up.  Now, for a small thin girl she weighed like a sack of bricks!  I make it inside with her, and drop her on the sofa where she falls limp and dead like. 

I make sure she is breathing, and not in any trouble and decide to watch her.  Inside my head, its thinking - should I take advantage of her, or not…  My evil side says “Hell yeah, rape her now!” and my good side says “No, she will know and hate you for it”.. Now, often I listen to my good side, and unfortunately at this time it prevales. 

So I decide to wait till she comes to, and make sure she is ok..  in about half-hour she starts to come to, very drunk still.. .see’s that I’m still there, and she stumbles towards me, and grabs me and gives me one of the deepest kisses I’ve ever had from a drunk girl, and proceeds to remove all of her clothes.  She tells me how much she wants me, and to take her now….  and then passes out again, half naked.

I know its the alchohol talking, and not her… so again, the good side of my brain takes over and I carry her lifeless body to her bed, and tuck her in… as I do so, she comes to briefly enough to pull me into the bed with her, and grabs my manhood and realizes I’m at full attention and smiles, only then to pass out again.  So here I am, sitting in bed with this hot half-conscious girl, her hand on me; and I still don’t do a thing to her… (Hopefully this blog will help me kill my good side, and listen only to the evil side).. finally she needs to go to the bathroom, so I help her there… and go back to the bedroom. 

In a minute or so, I hear a loud “clunk” and run to see her falling down, hitting her head on the tile… fully naked.  Her amazing body, right there; ready and willing for me to take it and make her mind, to strangle her till her face turns blue, and eyes pop out; feeling her warmth turn cold under my skin as I thrust in and out… but reality fades in, and I realize I can not do this… and place her back in bed, and decide its time to go home…