When it comes to rapekink, I want it to feel real. So when you’re looking me dead in the eyes as you sob and whimper like a wounded puppy, with every inch of my cock pounding into you, tell me you hate me. Tell me it hurts. Tell me it’s disgusting, it’s gross, it’s painful. Tell me that it’s wrong for me to be doing this to you, and even worse that I find pleasure in all the horrid things I put you through. Try to push me off, knowing there’s no use, that I’ll simply beat you back into submission for it. Act like you’re not enjoying it just as much as I am. Watch your body betray your mind as you start fucking me back, as your cunt gets wetter and wetter, as you feel yourself inching closer to climax, slowly but surely. Show me what a victim looks like, and I’ll prove to you that you’re not a victim at all. You’re just desperate to correct your moral compass as it spins endlessly. So give up. Forget about morals and enjoy the abuse. Remember, it’s not rape if you like it. And I can tell you like it by the way you clench around me, tighter and tighter, no matter what you say or do to convince me otherwise.