Rape Fantasy
I always have this fantasy of being raped.
I don't know if it's just something within me or if it started because I was molested and almost raped when I was younger but I love it when I have no control and the fantasy of being raped, and enjoying it, never fails to get me so worked up.
It might be that it's my way of dealing with it, turning something unpleasant into something I want and would enjoy but, whatever it is, I love it. I love it when a man pushes me down on the floor or against the wall, holding my arms above my head so I can't do anything but squirm and struggle against his body as he pins me to the ground or the wall.
I love it when he's rough with me.
I love it when he forces his hand down my pants or up my skirt, forcing his fingers into me as his knees spread my legs wide for him. And my body's arched, struggling against his, in his grip. His hands so tight around my wrists that it starts to hurt. His growl right next to my ear, whispering what he's going to do to me, how he's going to take me, make me his. Whispering how it'll never end.
And I can't resist.
He's always older and bigger than me. In some way dwarfing me with his size, or his age, usually both. Sometimes I fantasize about men much older than me, father figures, grandfather figures even; teachers, professors, principals, strangers. Each and all of them using their size to hold me down, preventing me from escaping. My struggles against them useless as they slide their cock in me, some of them slow at first, and the others pounding into me mercilessly as soon as they enter me. And I'm crying, screaming, scratching and struggling against them as they pound their cocks into my pussy.
Resisting, but enjoying it all the same.
My body betraying me; my back arching as I push back against the wall or the floor, thrusting myself harder on his cock. I want all of him in me, filling me completely. And I love it when he knows I want his cock, pumping into me faster, harder. Taking me, using me. I love how he tries to hurt me with his cock, forcing every inch of him into me, stretching me. His hands on my wrists, gripping hard as he forces his tongue into my mouth. I love it when he pinches my nipples and then my clit, causing me to cum so hard on his cock that he knows I'm his.
And when he cums in me, I love it. I want more.
I don't know if it's just something within me or if it started because I was molested and almost raped when I was younger but I love it when I have no control and the fantasy of being raped, and enjoying it, never fails to get me so worked up.
It might be that it's my way of dealing with it, turning something unpleasant into something I want and would enjoy but, whatever it is, I love it. I love it when a man pushes me down on the floor or against the wall, holding my arms above my head so I can't do anything but squirm and struggle against his body as he pins me to the ground or the wall.
I love it when he's rough with me.
I love it when he forces his hand down my pants or up my skirt, forcing his fingers into me as his knees spread my legs wide for him. And my body's arched, struggling against his, in his grip. His hands so tight around my wrists that it starts to hurt. His growl right next to my ear, whispering what he's going to do to me, how he's going to take me, make me his. Whispering how it'll never end.
And I can't resist.
He's always older and bigger than me. In some way dwarfing me with his size, or his age, usually both. Sometimes I fantasize about men much older than me, father figures, grandfather figures even; teachers, professors, principals, strangers. Each and all of them using their size to hold me down, preventing me from escaping. My struggles against them useless as they slide their cock in me, some of them slow at first, and the others pounding into me mercilessly as soon as they enter me. And I'm crying, screaming, scratching and struggling against them as they pound their cocks into my pussy.
Resisting, but enjoying it all the same.
My body betraying me; my back arching as I push back against the wall or the floor, thrusting myself harder on his cock. I want all of him in me, filling me completely. And I love it when he knows I want his cock, pumping into me faster, harder. Taking me, using me. I love how he tries to hurt me with his cock, forcing every inch of him into me, stretching me. His hands on my wrists, gripping hard as he forces his tongue into my mouth. I love it when he pinches my nipples and then my clit, causing me to cum so hard on his cock that he knows I'm his.
And when he cums in me, I love it. I want more.