Rape Fantasy の小説・ストーリー

Rafa Asked, Alexander placed his Right hand on Rafa's shoulder. “Please don't hurt me… Don't rape me please” Kiara immediately said, as she quickly looked for the bedsheets and wrapped it around her barely covered body, she was terrified, scared. A very dark energy was covering the room, there was something about those men that made her curious but scared at the same time.

“Do you need a break?” I shake my head, not as a response to his question, but to the internal battle about to consume me. “Good.” He assumes it is my reply and resumes his job. I take a deep breath. Eyes on him, but not for long I start battling the urge to look down. Foot fetish is my dark fantasy. One that I’d rather take to my grave than explore. Because one silly mistake and it may affect my brand. “Pose like you're selling those straps to me.” He groans, quite frustrated at my poses. “Tilt your face… just a little…”

“You’re insane.” Raja chuckled, the sound became darker and mocking. “Oh, I am. And you’ll learn just how far my insanity goes.” He flick his tongue, his gaze raking over Tales like a possession that has already been claimed. “You want a number? Fine. Let’s say… five years. But it won’t just be once, twice or five times a day. No, Tales. You'll kneel and suck my dick like a whore you are. Get on all fours as you take all my cum. By the time we’re done, you’ll have lost count. And you’ll know—every inch of your body, every part of your soul—it all belongs to me.”

The sounds of the rain and thunder mixed with the wet noises his fingers made as they fucked her. Jake watched her face the whole time. “That’s it. Feel how wet you are. You’ve been thinking about this cock, haven’t you?” She nodded, too turned on to lie. “Yes… I have.” He added a third finger, stretching her. The pressure built fast. Mira’s legs started to tremble. She grabbed the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

For just a few of those moment she realized that maybe she did not care about the dream-state "who," it felt good so she should just accept "what" was happening under the general blanket of her security about it being my bed, and let herself go with the sensations she felt. I am told that anonymous sex/rape is a popular female fantasy. She slipped a bit into it. Her body was wet inside, and what she could feel moving in her felt good. She heard somebody moaning - it sounded like her. It seemed that she was enjoying it. She was not fully awake yet so the dreamy part of her mind started to imagine things. Her near-silent moans turned into louder noises as she let herself go to a more primitive

His cum shot across her ass and lower back, hot and thick, joining the mess already coating her thighs. The mirror flared bright. "Trial complete. Riley. Your fantasy is next." Riley stumbled backward, shaking her head frantically. "No. No, I don't…" But the images came anyway, flooding her mind. Her deepest fantasy: being worshipped. Licked. Devoured. Every inch of her body claimed by a woman's mouth, hands, tongue. She'd dreamed of soft curves pressed against hers, of fingers buried inside her, of tasting another woman's arousal on her lips.

I had a rape fantasy. Not the kind where I actually wanted to be hurt or traumatized. It was the fantasy of being taken. Of being overpowered by a strong, masked stranger who wanted me so badly he could not control himself. Of being forced to submit while my body betrayed me with pleasure. I had touched myself to that thought for years, imagining rough hands, a hand over my mouth, a thick cock forcing its way inside me while I pretended to fight. And now it seemed like my fantasy had stepped out of my head and into my life.

“Start by confessing, Tyler. Tell us about your crush. In detail. We want to hear how you think about me when you’re at your desk.” My face burned. “Priya… you’re incredible. Your curves, those full breasts, wide hips, thick thighs… even your short wavy hair drives me crazy. Every time you lean over my desk, I get hard. I’ve jerked off thinking about you.” Priya laughed, a low, throaty sound. “Mmm, honest boy. Keep going. What else?” “I… I’ve fantasized about all of you,” I admitted, my voice shaky. “Group stuff. Orgy. I've fantasised about being used instead of intentional consensual fuck. I've fantasied about completely letting go.”

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.