If Skald says you’re doing hypotheticals wrong, you’re definitely doing it wrong.
That must get annoying.
“Ohhhhhhh Rune… we musn’t! Jeg er din mor!”
I’ll go a step further and say the chances of anyone having a spouse who can turn into a zombie, at will, is 0%.
But, interesting questions can be gleaned from impossible scenarios (e.g. I don’t believe Einstein actually rode on a beam of light, but he teased a few interesting things out of that hypothetical).
I don’t believe there are many people who would actually continue intercourse after their spouse passed out, with or without consent, despite the ~30% of men and women polled who indicate that it’s ok. Perhaps they would if it was just a few seconds to “completion”, and they are running on auto-drive and not thinking clearly. But, any longer than that and I think most of those 30% would stop for a combination of being concerned for the welfare of their spouse, and not enjoying having sex with someone who is unconscious. Immoral? That’s a fuzzier reason to stop.
So, I think the more interesting question isn’t whether you would do it, or enjoy it, but whether you consider it to be immoral (or even illegal) for others to do it, with mutual consent.
IOW, is it more the ambiguity of premeditated consent that you find questionable, or is it the act itself that you find repulsive or immoral? Is it immoral if you find it immoral, but the two consenting adults doing it don’t find it immoral?
Should it be illegal? Well, certainly it is without consent because that’s rape. But, what if a police officer happened upon a couple having sex in a secluded area of, say, the forest, and the woman was obviously passed out. After the officer wakes the woman, she tells him that she passes out often, but that she has always given consent to her husband to finish his business if that’s what they’re doing when she passes out.
Except for both possibly getting a ticket for indecent exposure, should the man be charged with a crime?
Liver? With or without fava beans: yech.
Pro-tip: toaster= Bad Idea.
Every month is rape month. Except October, which is “how come there’s no white history month, huh ?!” month.
Probably more like;
“Oh Rune, you should have been a dentist, I didn’t feel a thing.”
Just trying to add a literary flavor to this thread.
I’m not Danish, I’m Faroese. Danish is a language for dogs and donkeys. No where near as bad as English of course, but still pretty bad.
Thanks :mad:. I was going to make liver & onions, gravy, mashed potatoes and peas tonight. Not now. I’ll make a nice mutton stew, instead. There’s no sexual connotations with regard to sheep are there?
Hmm, I thought only the readers of your posts did that.
kidding 
Apparently you’re not Scottish.
I have experienced the hypothetical.
For a couple of years in highschool, I dated a person who sometimes (but not always) had seizures/terrors when approaching orgasm, but had no recollection when she regained consciousness. She’d ask “Why’d you stop?”
It took a few incidents before she started accepting that this was happening, and a few months before she got up enough courage to see her doctor, but there was never any diagnosis, so we don’t know if her limbic system was dysfunctional, or if some arteries were constricting, or if she had previously suffered abuse.
She felt poorly that I would stop, and was adamant that I should keep going and finish, but I could never bring myself to continue. The best I could do was learn not to avoid sex with her just because sometimes it would end with her going off.
We went on with our separate lives in separate places after high-school. Now, nearly forty years later, when we occasionally visit each other, we keep our clothes on and don’t get sexual. We hug a great deal, sleep cuddled up together, and often spend an entire day of our visits in bed together holding each other and talking, but we don’t go down the sex path. She wishes I would, and I wish I could. I don’t know if we’ll ever have sex again, but I expect that if we ever live in the same region again, we’ll work on it. C’est la vie.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Whooo… I was afraid you meant the zombie one for a second there.
Seriously though, that’s sort of a sad tale.
Of course you finish. She’s your wife, that’s what she’s there for.
Then you slap her in the face with your dick to wake her up.
(How can she blow you if she’s not awake?)
What do I win?
A tandem bicycle for you and your wife!
As long as she’s riding upfront. That way, she has to reach back to strangle me!
Well, I’m half Scottish…and I do have a pet ewe. Well, she’s more of a [nudge nudge]companion[/nudge nudge] than a pet, if you know what I mean. But, I really don’t understand the point you’re trying to make?
C’mon now, bite-size mini Muffin… in reality she asked, “Why didn’t you start”, isn’t that right?
<Dave Barry> What breed? </Dave Barry>