You Know There Really Is Something To Be Said For The Idea Of Getting Ridiculously High At A Party And

you know there really is something to be said for the idea of getting ridiculously high at a party and wandering into the bathroom to try and get a hold of myself and then getting straight up molested in there. someone else comes in and sees me leaning against the wall, just trying to stay upright, and thinks, fuck, you're so high, i could do anything right now and you wouldn't be able to stop me. maybe they try to hold back, to just ask if i'm alright, but when they see how out of it i am... fuck it. i can barely complain in coherent sentences, let alone fight them off as they pull my clothes off and touch my tits, my cunt however they want. all i can do when they sink their cock inside me is slur, "no, no," and shake my head while they coo to me that everything's okay and that i'm just tripping so bad, they would never do something like this to me. they get less gentle as they get closer, the wet sounds of them fucking me echoing off the walls, groaning about how i'm such a good doll like this, that they should keep me drugged up and pliant forever so they can fuck me whenever, however they want. toys don't say no, after all. they come inside me and let it trickle down my legs when they pull out. maybe i even have to suck their cock clean after. then they just leave me in there to deal with the aftermath myself. there's a LOT to be said about that