First Date Vibes

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You really are so broken. The worst part is that you don’t just want to fuck a man who is a rapist, you want every inch of the actual rape. You want to be surprised and gagged, threatened with extreme physical violence if you fight back. You probably get wet seeing videos of guys holding knives to girls’ necks and pretend it’s you. Your cunt would throb when I growled that if you tried to run I’d kill you. You’d moan as I cut your clothes off, or cream yourself if I ripped them off of you with your bare hands. You’d be so wet by the time that I got your clothes off that you couldn’t even pretend to lie to me that you didn’t want me to take possession of every inch of your body. I’d ignore any fake protestations you made and thrust deep inside your whore cunt, and make you look me in the face as your distorted and perverted pleasure washed over you with every thrust. I won’t let you look away, to dissociate or separate your pleasure from the act of being raped. I want you to look me deep in my eyes as I breed your greedy, throbbing cunt. Broken is all you’ll ever be.

Its so fucked up that i want to fuck an actual rapist.

Im so broken.

When she stops saying “Please stop” and starts saying just “please”, this is the process her body is going through.

Making a girl cum while you rape her has to be the hottest thing that you can do. Female bodies orgasm to help themselves get pregnant. They clench down on your dick so you can't pull out, the cervix even slightly opens if I recall correctly. Making a girl cum so her body tries to help you get her pregnant all while she's screaming through tears and trying to push you off. Sigh. ♡

It’s so important to make her admit she’s a slut before you let her cum.

Girls like you are just sluts

You act innocent a lot in your real life, but truly you just want to be stripped and forced to do humiliating things for attention. You want to be on all fours begging for my cock. Begging for my attention. Begging for me to breed you. You’re just a slut. Admit it.

Be a good girl and take it.

Choking brats til they pass out so you can rape them in peace

By the time you can put together the words “please don’t”, you’re already cumming on his cock like the whore he always knew you were. He knows that you mean “don’t stop” and holds a hand over your mouth while he thrusts harder and deeper into you

Today's fantasy: Grinding in a friend's lap at a party, too drunk to realize they've pulled my panties aside until their dick is fully inside me, too horny to ask them to stop when I feel them cumming.

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I love this idea so much. You can have your own shadow of a life with a perfectly fine man, but the remnants of my ownership of you are enough to leave you constantly wondering and hoping. You wake up sweating and soaked in the middle of the night dreaming about me. You almost see my face in the crowd and you think about me for days. Your husband tries hard for you, as hard as he can, but he cannot quite reach the places that I took possession of inside of you. Your new life is a mask, sitting ill-fittingly over the broken part of you that is mine forever, like your ring sitting crookedly on the finger that will never again be what it was supposed to be. You pretend to be happy for his sake, but your smiles never quite reach the eyes I looked into as I bred you on your wedding night. The times when I do hunt you down and take you anew, it’s like time has frozen still and it’s the first time all over. Your gasps as I bite your neck, your breasts and your thighs, brazenly marking you for him to see and envy, a living breathing emblem of his unworthiness and your undying devotion to your rapist. As you beg for orgasm, my fingers deep inside of you and my cock in your ass, I force you to tell me over and over again who you belong to. I hope you were planning on another baby “with him”, because you’re not leaving here until we both know on a metaphysical level that even your womb has submitted to my whims.

I had no idea you liked being slapped on the face, I’ll make sure to do lots of that. 2 extra cheeks to mark as my property. I want your entire body to be sore from what I’ve done to you, so that no matter what you try to do, you can’t shake the memory or the aftereffects of me. You can’t sit down because your ass is raw from my spankings, I am your only comfort in this life. You cannot smile because your cheeks are bruised and your throat sore from having my cock shoved down it. I am your only happiness. You can’t raise your arms to put food in your mouth because they still have rope burn from being tied down, I am your only sustenance. The only respite you have left is your mind, but you discover that even praying won’t help, because now, I am your God.

oh darling, you must be new here. i want you to give me the best orgasms of my life against my will; you are the only man capable of giving me such pleasure. i want to finally start to date after the trauma and find a bad boy i know i shouldn't like. i want you to follow me home from a date with him where he tells me he loves me, tie me to a chair and make me watch him fucking all these other women. watch me as my heart breaks before you break my ribs; you are the only man capable of protecting my heart. years go by and i don't hear from you. i start to believe you really are gone, moved on to your next play thing. a mutual friend introduces me to a good man, a kind man, a boring man, but a safe man. he asks my dad for his permission to marry me. you break in that night and breed me before breaking my ring finger; you are the only man who i commit my life to. by some miracle i don't conceive your child but the knuckles of my ring finger are forever swollen and mauled. it heals and the ring is resized to fit over them. the day comes and vows are exchanged. that night my husband is tied to the cuck chair in our honeymoon suite and made to watch as i cum all over your cock for hours on end; you are the only man and anyone else is second. a year later, nobody in our family knows why the baby we hold bears no resemblance to its father, but we do. five years later, my husband catches me looking at my ring as my other hand rests upon my chest. what he doesn't know is i'm not looking at the ring, i'm fantasizing about the man who broke the finger beneath the ring, and the ribs beneath my other hand; you are the only man i desire.

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