I just remembered that time when I woke up to then gf having her way with me. I guess you could call it rape, but I was into it.

I was ill and not very coherent. She had repositioned my.body while i slept and braced her back up against the wall with her legs wrapped around my waist/ass area, straddling me with full insertion.

Anyway, we finished and a few weeks later we split up. In the coming months I learned that she was pregnant. Her and I would talk once on a while, she was usually kind and friendly in these interactions while I was cold and mean. She told me some beamer she hooked up with a couple weeks after we split was the dad, but I still don't know. She eventually stopped trying to contact me.

Fast forward about a year and a half or two and I see her at a local gamestop with a little kid in tow and this kid looks horrifyingly white(she's black). This has haunted me for years, she has never told me if the kid is actually mine or not, so I assume he is not, but the spread of doubt remains.

That could be my rape baby