This is one that may not appeal to some. It involves me having sex with Gypsy while she is drugged, with her consent I should add, but drugged nonetheless.
"Wow, that's a little sick, isn't it? Isn't that rape? I mean it's a bit strange you have to admit."
Gypsy was trying to get her head around another of my fantasies. She enjoyed talking about them as she knew how turned on I got. She was after all the person I imagined in all of them. She knew this and played the part until I would be all consumed with lust. Sometimes we acted on that lust, other times she would back away just leaving me horny and frustrated.
"No not at all, it's not about screwing someone without their consent, I suppose for some it might but not for me. I just love the thought of someone giving me the permission to have them when they were asleep, high or passed out drunk. It's the thrill of the forbidden; it's a fantasy within a fantasy. I'm there and can pretend anything I want. It's a fantasy, it won't happen. It's not like anyone just comes out and says, "Hey next time I'm passed out just fuck me," I said.
"O.K. I'm not sure I understand the attraction, but what the hell, like you say; it's a fantasy, so it's nothing different to watching something on TV or having a dream I guess," she said.
A few days had passed since our conversation when after dinner at my place one night she said, "Did I tell you about Margo's insomnia?"
"No I said," knowing Margo had been complaining a few days back about not being able to sleep. Divorce, redundancy and three kids can do that to you though."
"Well the doctor prescribed some meds for her but she's been too scared to take them, I think she's worried about becoming dependant or something," said Gypsy as she helped pack away some dishes.
Although I was not exactly close to Margo I had sympathy for her situation and told Gypsy, "she needs to do something, the lady is a mess at the moment and a good 12 hour sleep would work wonders. A sleeping pill or two won't be the end of the world if you ask me. Anyway it's not like the old days, drugs now are far more efficient and less addictive that they used to be."
"That's what I thought" Gypsy said "but then she showed me what she was given."
"What did the doc give her then?"
"Rohypnol!"
"Roofies" I said alarmed, "the date rape drug? Isn't it banned?"
"Apparently it's a recognised drug for insomnia," Gypsy said, "Margo was worried about its reputation and asked if she could come around to sleep at mine the first time she takes it. I didn't mind so she coming over tomorrow."
"That's cool" I said, "better to be safe than sorry."
"Well there is one other thing," Gypsy said with a tone that made me turn around and look at her. "I told her I'd try one so that I could watch her better, knowing the effects."
"So who's going to watch you? I said with more than a little concern.
"You are, silly. We can kill two birds with one stone. I'll help Margo out and you can live your fantasy. I've done some reading and apparently I'll be anything from a bit floppy and cooperative to out cold on Margo's dosage. We're the same size so the dose would be the same."
"Are you sure." I was a little concerned but even more amazed that Gypsy would consider this one.
"Of course, I trust you, it might be fun for me or it may just be a good night's sleep, either way I win and you get to live the dream," she said with a saucy smile.
With that, she reached in to her pocket, pulled out a little wad of tissue and unfolded it, removed a little round white pill and swallowed it.
"We're obligated now" she said. Pouring a glass of wine and heading to the bedroom with a come hither smile.
I went around the house, locked up, switched off the lights and followed her to the bedroom in time to see her lay on top of the bed in a very sexy bra and panty set.
"I thought it would be easier this way, or do you want to remove my clothes while I'm asleep."
I took a glance around and went to my laundry bag. A week before, Gypsy had spilt red wine all over a white summer dress that I liked, I had been trying, but failing, to get the stains out. The dress was not going to be wearable again I feared. But I could let it go out in a blaze of glory.
Throwing it to Gypsy I said, "Put this on."
The dress on, she lay back against the pillows and took a sip while I sat in a chair watching her. She asked what I was going to do with her, to which I had no answer, this was all a bit of a surprise. I did say that I would think of something though.
"I feel quite sexy," she said with a slightly drunk giggle. It must have been starting to take effect as she had not drunk that much.
After a further 10 minutes or so Gypsy was a little slack jawed, almost incoherent and sleepy eyed, as if drunker than she had ever been before.
I went over to the bed and put my finger up her nose. Something that would typically get me a slap and a curse. Instead all I got was a mumble and the slightest shake of her head. I tried talking to her but only got a load more mumbling. She was not out cold, but she was incapable of anything.
Grabbing some pillows, I rolled her over and positioned her so that the pillows under her belly presented me with undisturbed access to that gorgeous ass and peach of a pussy that she knows how to use so well. Ahhhh, tonight it was mine to use.
Talking to her every minute or so to ensure she was still mumbling, I raised the hem of her dress up her legs as if being furtive and sneaky, getting away with something bad. With it up and over her ass. I grabbed her two firm globes in my hands and gave them a delightful squeeze and removed her panties.
