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At least that’s how you justify it.

I may be crying and pleading for you to stop. And you still you have your hands up my shorts. You’ve pushed my panties to the side and walking your fingers up and down my slit.

I may be screaming and begging. And you don’t. Because as long as I come, it’s not rape. If you can tell the cops I enjoyed it, you’ll get off in more ways than one

But you’re the last person I ever wanted to do this to me, and tne clinical way you’re telling me to “like it” is freaking me the fuck out.

19F. I knew it was a sex club, I didn’t know I was meeting my boyfriend for CNC night.

The boyfriend who got into a car accident on the way here.

The rules are simple. A woman alone is to be auctioned off via a 50/50 raffle. I would get the money, the winner would get me for an hour. I try to tell them I’m not alone but the rules are the rules and my boyfriend is not answering his phone.

5’4 126 brown hair hazel eyes 32B innocent and shaved . You are older. You can’t believe your luck when you won. Out of everyone in the room you know how much of a rape kink I have. After all we talk about it in my weekly sessions.

Here’s your chance to do a little alternative therapy whether I want it to happen or not.

Kinks: age/power gaps, “tell me what the bad man did….” Cunnilingus, rough fingering, panties to the side, whispering, hold me down and ignore my screams, “you asked for this…” hand over mouth, make me relive my trauma

Limits: anal, feet, snuff, toilet and gross stuff.

19F you’re much older. I’m tied to a chair in the bedroom of a sailboat. My screams muffled by a gag. Not that anyone could hear them over the motor of the boat as it steers us out of the marina.

An hitachi wand is taped to my thigh, the head tucked up my red shorts and resting on my clit over my blue and white string bikini. You are controlling the vibrator via remote from where you are steering. Despite my fear I’m getting wet.

Eventually the engine stops. I hear the sail unfurl. We’re still moving.

Suddenly you fill the doorway. I can’t get away.

32B, innocent. Brown hair hazel eyes shaved.

Kinks. Being toyed with, cunnilingus, fingering, age/strengh/power gaps, rape, whispering, fearplay.

Limits: toilets and gross stuff, beatings, snuff, feet, and if it goes in the ass it doesn’t go near the face.

We meet on a plane. I’m 19F traveling alone for the first time to meet my online boyfriend. You know this because you’re him. You’ve catfished me for months.

You’re older. Much older. We chat and eventually you slip an AirTag into my purse.

The night after I arrive you “accidentally” run into me at a pub. We chat and I pour my heart out about the fact my boyfriend ditched me. You let me cry on your shoulder as you slip something into my drink. You like the way I cry….

I’m Annie. 19F brown hair, hazel eyes, 123, 5’4. I’m not shaved because you wanted to do it for me.

I love to be groped, fingered (thicker the better), licked and pinned down. Age/power dynamics, tied, hand over mouth, and whispered threats to tell me to be quiet.

Limits are the usual gross stuff, beatings, snuff, feet and if it goes near the ass it doesn’t go near the face.