Jul 4, 2025
Hmmm I have this really intense fascination with getting sexually assaulted and idk where it comes from. Hot though
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Hmmm I have this really intense fascination with getting sexually assaulted and idk where it comes from. Hot though
i feel so sick and dirty thinking to myself just how badly i want a man to force himself on me. i dont know why im like this. but i want to be hurting by a mans hands. i want to hate what hes doing to me. i want to cry and know it serves a purpose in making him harder. i want to have a pillow shoved over my face because its nothing to him. i want a hand to be crushing my windpipe because air should be optional to me. to be punched and kicked and strapped to the bed and not be able to escape, to truely be someone's plaything. i want to hate myself. please. help me
ummm. going to a friends house and he offers me a bunch of candy which i end up having quite a lot of, im a huge sweets fan. they taste a bit weird but surely nothing is in them, right? it doesnt take long though. for the fog to come, the dry mouth, the uncertainty. i hardly can percieve or feel his hands as they push my hair out of my face. i dont understand what hes doing when he slides closer to me and his hands go down from my hair to the zipper on the back of my dress. he starts to help me out of it, saying something about helping me get comfy, but i can't tell whats going on anymore. my head is swimming, and suddenly the cotten in my mouth is replaced by his hungry lips kissing mine, and i cant even register that hes kissing me through the haze. or that his hands have traveled to my pussy. his fingers traveling inside of me is lost on me. the eventual switch of positions, laying me on the couch and crawling fully atop of me, pressing into my stomach and lining himself up to me before shoving his way inside. i know its happening, but i dont understand. its fuzzy, static and warmth and motion that makes my head spin. dont worry, i can hear you say. dont worry at all. just let me fuck you, baby, ill fucking make you mine. gasping at a sudden feeling of convulsion within my body as i cum. but it doesnt stop there, he keeps going, keeps finding new ways to use me in my haze. and all i do know is, im his
im so scared of being phsyically assaulted out in public but i cant stop thinking about it either like? if i were to just be sitting on a bench waiting for my uni classes to start studying from my textbook and some guy i dont know came and sat next to me, a bit closer than a stranger should have. and he kept inching closer bit by bit. until it was just his hand, fingers tip-toeing closer to my skirt. i can see him, and i think id be frozen in fear as i watch from the corner of my eye as his hand slowly rested itself on my leg. hed leave it there, and id feel my heart racing out of my chest. then, it would move up. slowly, deliberately, just under my skirt. my breath would hitch as his cold hands hemmed my underwear and wiggled beneath them, pressing against my skin. but i wouldnt say anything. hed grin, and keep going, id hear him whistle through the blur in my ears, and his hand would be at my crotch, fingering my entrance. tears would be in my eyes, and finally, id find the strength to whisper. "please, dont." but id see through tears that you loved my voice, and youd start fingering me right there on the bench. id cover my lap with the book id been trying to read so others cant see, if anyone were to pass by. if they see, they dont care. nobody cares about me right now but you. and you have me trapped, just the way you want me
actually you know what i still think sexual abuse during a professional massage is the best fantasy. literally imagine paying to lay down and let a set of strong hands help you relax and then those hands wander and roam until theyre down your panties and over your breasts. you wanted to relax, didnt you, bitch?
or actually. what if a big strong man such as yourself pinned down a small weak young woman such as myself and held me as i wiggled and begged for you to please just let me go and maybe the sound of my cries and the motion of me writhing beneath you cemented this moment as the best day of your life. and then you just fucking ruined mine by fucking me relentlessly
hello erm yeah uh. waking up to the sensation of hands on you where you didnt expect them. waking slowly, confused, then alert all at once at the realization that someone is ontop of you, inside of you. rocking back and forth as he uses your sleeping body, no plans to stop now that youre awake. yeah
oh to be a young woman waking up to her body swaying forwards and backwards, a pressure on her back and the unfamiliar smug chuckle of a man she doesnt know or thought she could trust rocking in and out of her and getting off to her protests