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As the sun bore down on my reddening shoulders, all I could think about was the shade. It was the group stage of the World Cup, when everything felt possible. I sat perched in the middle rows of a massive stadium, surrounded by thousands of people, while the game raged on below. As everyone else’s eyes stayed fixed on the sport we had all come to see, I found myself fading away from it, eyes veering ever upward, toward that sun which dominated me.

My eyes moved up and down the rows of the stadium, split into two distinct fields: one of red and white, the other of yellow and blue. I wasn’t committed to rooting for either team; as per usual, I had come for the spectacle, come to be a part of something bigger than myself. For the most part, the other fans melded into mush. I perceived them not as individuals, but as moving waves of color. The ever-aching sun only served to soften my brain even more.

Exhausted, my eyes came to rest in a section just below me and to the right. I steadied my eyes there, fanning myself as the figures below me came more clearly into form. Suddenly, I noticed a pair of eyes looking back at me. Yes, there he was, body turned just to the left so that he could watch me watch everyone else. Our eyes met for a moment, and I felt heat rise in my stomach. Not more warmth, I thought, and tore mine away, looking for any other pair. They were all trained on the game, understandably.

When my eyes moved back to him, he was still watching me. This time, he smiled, and lifted a hand to wave. I could not return the gesture, my brows furrowed in confusion, and again I looked in the opposite direction. Even from far away, I could see that he was attractive, and the fantasies which instantly began running in mind shocked me. My hands balled up in fists as I tried to steady my breathing. I moved my attention back to the field, where apparently a decision was being made about a foul. In this moment of waiting, I decided to seek some shade.

I made my way up and out of my section, and back deeper into the stadium. As other fans passed me, I watched them see me. Yes, I wanted to be seen. It’s just this need that I have. But sometimes, it strikes me in a way that feels too pointed, too real. The way that man in the crowd had looked at me, his eyes, they held action inside them. I couldn’t shake the way they had struck me, becoming distracted again as I moved through the crowds.

I came to rest next to a water fountain. Sandwiched inside cool gray cement, I finally felt my brain start to function again. I took a few deep breaths and decided to have a drink. Coolness rushed through me and I breathed a sigh of relief. As I bent over the fountain, I heard footsteps approaching. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him.

Wait, is that him? I thought. Sure enough, it appeared to be the very same man with whom I’d unexpectedly stumbled into eye contact. I finished my drink and stood up, wiping my mouth. I looked at him look at me. I couldn’t help but notice that he was handsome, just my type. He just stood there, smiling. “Hello,” he said at last.

“Uhm…hi,” I replied, instantly apprehensive. What could this man possibly want from me right now? We stared at each other for a moment or two. I was still waiting to find out why he had come for me, but he appeared to be waiting for me to say something. “What’s up?” I said.

He laughed. “Oh, nothing. Do you recognize me?”

“From the crowd?”

“Yes.”

“Uhm, well yea.”

“Why do you think I followed you up here?”

“I was hoping you would tell me. I have no idea.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

He took two steps toward me, and suddenly we were very close to each other. My heart began to race, and I felt something deep in my stomach begin to stir. I took a deep breath, “I…really don’t know,” I said, but my conviction was fading. Even I didn’t really believe that.

“Do you want to come with me?” He asked, reaching for my hand. I stared at my wrist, fixated on the way my hand disappeared inside his. Before I had had a real chance to think, the word, “Yes,” came out of my mouth.

He led me down the corridor, hand in hand. We walked in silence until we reached a small door tucked beneath a stairwell. “One moment,” he said to me, smiling again. I watched him approach a stadium worker, who peered at me, shook his hand, and took two hundred dollar bills from him. The worker winked at me as he unlocked the door.

The man took my hand once more and slipped me inside. It was some kind of storage room, tiny and full of maintenance supplies. Suddenly, the reality of the situation was all too apparent. Why did I do this? I began to wonder. Can I even leave?

“Ah, it’s okay,” the man said to me, stroking my hair. “If this isn’t what you want, then you can go back to your seat, and I’ll just keep watching you.” He ran his thumb along my jaw. “But I think we both know that deep down, you only came to this game because you wanted someone to do this to you.” I whimpered, my pussy instantly quivering. “Yes,” I whispered.

For a while, he held me just like that, stroking me softly, wandering all over my body with his big, beautiful hands. “I saw you standing in line outside by the way. I knew I had to find you,” he said, as he began lifting up my skirt. “I had to know what it would feel like to touch you like this.”

My body was overwhelmed. My nipples were getting hard, my pussy was getting wet, my mouth was falling open. Every part of me was saying yes. My brain, which had been more so in maybe territory, finally turned off, and I melted into his arms as he touched me there for the first time.

I made a noise; not a moan, more high-pitched. A squeal. I gripped his arms, which were so veiny and muscular, just as beautiful as his hands. “Yes, you like it a lot, that’s good,” he cooed. “You’re so cute, I want you to enjoy every moment. I want you to always remember when that tall stranger pulled you into the maintenance room and made you feel this good.”

I squealed again, and found myself pulling my hips onto him. He got the message, and picked me up, resting my back against the door. Eye to eye, I was overwhelmed again by how handsome he was. Just before my brain had time to form a thought again, he kissed me. Or rather, he started tonguing the inside of my mouth. So he likes to kiss just like I do, I thought.

He pulled down my panties, fingering me with perfect skill. My back was hard against the door, but he touched me so tenderly that he was all I could feel. I moaned into his mouth as he fucked me with those gorgeous fingers. I couldn’t believe it, I was going to cum.

When I did, I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, tonguing back his tongue while the waves rushed through me. No one had ever made me feel that good, and all he had used was his fingers. Suddenly, I felt the hunger inside me take over, and I had dropped to the ground, where I was unbuckling his belt as fast as I could.

At last, I got his pants undone, and his cock sprang out and hit me in the face. Long, thick, and uncut, exactly what I wanted. The sun had warmed it and given it a musk that I found delicious. Without thinking, I rubbed it on my face. I glanced up at him, and he was just watching me, smiling. “Do you like seeing me on my knees for you?” I asked. “Of course, baby,” he said.

I stared at it for a few seconds before I put it in my mouth. I wanted to memorize everything about this moment. When I finally started sucking on it, I felt an orgasm start to build inside me again. I had always loved sucking dick, and this one was extra special. I moaned as I sucked the tip, the vibrations spreading, making him moan back.

Before I knew it, he had pushed me down, and started fucking my face. “I’m sorry baby, but you’re going too slow,” he said as he rammed into my throat. I couldn’t breathe, and I didn’t even particularly want to. Tears pooled, but I just gripped his hips and pulled him closer. I loved the feeling of being filled by him; that meant more to me than air.

Drool rolled down my chin and onto my cleavage. Somehow, I was still fully dressed. I pulled my boobs out and rubbed the saliva all over them while he fucked my face. “Good giiiiirl,” he moaned to me, as he began to slide his cock through my cleavage and up into my mouth. Minutes ago, we were total strangers who had never exchanged a word, and now we were locked together, wet and panting, while thousands of other people stood just outside the door.

To my surprise, he came right on my face. I felt disappointment surge. Was he seriously not going to fuck me? I felt tears well in my eyes. He looked at me and laughed. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m still going to give you my cock. I just wanted to fuck you with my cum on your face.”

Indeed, he was still as hard as ever. Again, without speaking, he just pulled me toward him. He took my halfway down panties and pulled them all the way off. My boobs, covered in cum and spit, were already out. Otherwise, he left me in my dress and sneakers, spun me around, and rubbed the tip of his cock along the slit of my pussy.

“Please, Daddy!” I screamed, unable to go another moment without feeling him inside me. He smiled and laughed again, this time very softly. “You’re not a very patient girl, are you?” He put the tip inside me, just for a moment, then pulled it out. The sensation was too much, and by that point, I had fully started crying.

“Baby, you’re so sweet. Remember, I told you not to worry. You’ll get even more than what you want.”

Then he pulled back, and buried his face in my pussy, licking me with such force and intensity that the crying just got harder. In all my wildest dreams, I never imagined feeling this good. Maybe I really do just want to be used, I thought. Maybe I shouldn’t fight it so hard.

I couldn’t help but hump his face a little; it just felt so good. By the time he inserted a finger again, I was ready to cum, and I sobbed openly as he sucked on my clit while I tried to tear him away from me.

He wouldn’t budge. In fact, he just went harder. He moved up, his tongue swirling around my asshole. Oh my God, I thought, no one has ever done that before. My fingernails dug into his skin but he didn’t flinch. My hips bucked as he ran his tongue all over a part of me that no one else had ever touched. I could barely take it, my body crumpling from overstimulation. And he still hadn’t fucked me, I thought.

It was a premonition. Just as the waves of my orgasm began to soften, he held me in his arms and stood, lifting me up and off the ground in one nonevent. Then he pressed my face against the door, and pushed his cock all the way inside me. Instantly, I came again, or really, I had never stopped.

Our size difference made it easy for him to fuck me like a toy, ramming me in the door while his massive hands dug into the soft flesh of my hips and ass. “We don’t have girls like you where I’m from,” he told me. “The moment I saw you, I wanted to fuck you sooooooooooooo bad. Thank you for letting me do this to you.” He turned my face toward him and kissed me on the forehead, then he shoved it back in place and spat at me.

The feeling of him inside me was like nothing else. I knew he didn’t use a condom, and that just made me love it more. Rawed by a stranger in a utility closet, I mused to myself. He read my mind, “Yea, you’re the kind of slut every man dreams of finding.”

He took me from the wall, holding me in his arms with our faces pressed together. He held me like I was weightless, fucked me like it was all he ever wanted to do. Some cum ran down my face and he licked it off of me and spat it back in my mouth. Every thing he did to me was exactly what I’d always dreamed of.

He gripped my hair in his hands, pulling back my head as he drilled me harder than before. He laid me down on a table, where finally I could feel the full force of him. This is exactly why I like fucking men who are bigger than me. The way they can do anything they want to me, when nothing feels better to me than being used.

He put his hands around my neck, and he choked me so hard that I almost passed out. The force of his cock and the force of his hands made me feel like I was floating. More waves washed over me, and I started to feel dizzy. “Good girl, take it just like that,” he grunted. From this angle, he looked meaner, more aggressive, more objectifying, less tender.

He pushed his thumb up and into my mouth. His hands were so big that he could choke me and give me his finger to suck on at the same time. I cooed with it in my mouth. I licked and sucked on it and it felt so good to have him inside me, twice.

Then he took away his hands, leaning down close with our foreheads pressed together. His cock hit so deep inside me that I could feel my cervix ache. His balls slammed against my ass again and again. I screamed and squealed and shook beneath him. Full of his cock with his weight on top of me, I was beyond overwhelmed.

He rose and turned me toward the side, fucking me hard and deep once more. He started kissing me again, and as our tongues fucked each other too, I felt a deeper orgasm build. He grabbed and slapped my ass and tits, growling as he did so. “You’re so fucking cute,” he moaned into my mouth. “Thank you,” I managed to squeak out.

Again he raised himself up and off of me and pulled me back over the edge of the table. This time, he pulled my legs down and placed them on the ground, bending me over. He stood behind me and went back inside me. This was the roughest, the fastest, the most intense. Every cell in my body ached with pleasure as he railed me as violently as he could. I knew that he would cum again soon.

He placed a hand on the back of my head, and suddenly began fucking me with such intensity that I started to get a little scared. “Yes,” he exhaled, “Let me do whatever I want to you.” I sank deeper into the intensity, and again, any thoughts faded away. I was pure sensation. Just a wet, slobbering hole that wanted him to fill me.

His body arched as he came, growling so loud that I’m sure anyone on the other side of the door could hear. He collapsed on top of me, breathing ragged into the crook of my neck. “I’m so glad I met you,” he said.

We lay there for a while. “Well, I hope we didn’t miss any goals,” I said, joking. He laughed, “I really don’t care if we missed any goals.”

I attended the World Cup last week with my female best friend. We decided to dress in matching outfits for fun. We ended up receiving a lot of attention, which can sometimes be fun, but this time, it was exhausting and overwhelming. Men were taking lewd photos of us without asking, commenting on our bodies like we weren’t even there. A group of married men sat next to me and spent most of the game trying to offer me money for sex. I was barely able to experience the game because I felt so gross the whole time. Then, they started asking her what’s wrong with me, which felt even worse. Like, surely there’s no way I could just be there to enjoy the game.

After the fact, I couldn’t sleep and spent all night crying. I was overwhelmed by this yearning for protection, for love, for distance between me and the rest of the world. I’ve only had one boyfriend, and even though our relationship wasn’t very healthy, our time together showed me how beautiful it is to have a man by your side. It sends a message to the world, that I’m not alone, that I belong to someone. He was also a place to return to, someone who I knew would always be there.

I missed having someone to go to after that happened. My best friend is married, and her husband was able to offer her comfort, and retroactively offer her protection and support. I don’t have anyone like that in my life right now, and it’s a gnawing ache. Yes, I like Dominant men because they are sexy, fun, and exciting, but I loooove them because they are caring, responsible, and giving. It is honestly a scary and daunting thing to be alone in this world sometimes.

I never thought that I would say yes to going on a hike with a stranger. If anyone else had asked, I would have said no, but *he* asked, and so I had to say yes.

It’s not as if we were totally unknown to each other. We had been talking for months since we met online. I knew that he was a contractor. I knew that he loved reading Cormac McCarthy. I knew that he had a baby brother. I knew that his mother was dead. I didn’t know other things—like his name—but I never really felt that I needed them. When he told me that he’d be in my state for work, and asked if I wanted to meet in real life for the first time, it felt perfectly natural to agree. Sure, I was imagining something more public than being alone together in the woods, but we’ve talked so much about our shared love of hiking; it seemed safe. Plus, he had taken so much time to get to know me, and never creeped me out.

So he asked, and I found myself saying, “yes,” because that was how I wanted to answer anything he asked me. “Great,” he responded, “Meet me at Rock Candy Mountain at 7 AM tomorrow.”

I had to drive two hours just to get there. Groggy and anxious, I still couldn’t deny how excited I was. I had had a miserable crush on him from his very first message, asking me who was the first person who ever called me princess. When I arrived, I saw that the parking lot was little more than some extra concrete on the side of a winding, mountain highway, and there were only two other cars parked. This was maybe the first time that I worried that I’d made a mistake, but it was too late to go back now. I decided to have a little snack while I waited for him to arrive. He got there only a few minutes after me, even though he was driving from states away.

As soon as the car door swung open, I knew it was him. One very long leg emerged from his vehicle, and then another, and soon, we were to face to face. I was still in my driver’s seat, quickly eating something before we began our trek up the mountain. He looked at me, my eyes wide and my mouth full, and laughed. I took him in as well; after all, it was my first time actually seeing him. He was an unusually gigantic man, which I had not known. Suddenly, again, I felt unsure. But by the time he made it to my car, leaning one arm against my door, I forgot to be scared. “Hi Bunny,” he smiled. “It’s so nice to meet you, finally.”

With a mouth stuffed with croissant, I replied, “It’s soooo nice to meet you too,” but I think it sounded more like, “Ithooo nithe to meyoutoo.” He laughed, and so did I. We chatted idly for a few minutes while we got used to being in front of each other, in real, breathing life. He still didn’t tell me his name, but I was too enamored to care. Looking into the eyes I’d long to see for months, I couldn’t let something like that get in the way at this point.

“So, are you ready?” He asked, still smiling. He had such a lovely smile: warm, kind, soft, and sweet. It made me feel like we had known each other for a very long time, and it made it so easy to trust him. “Of course!” I said, smiling back. For a moment, his expression changed a little, but then he was right back to smiling. “Okay, Bunny. If you’re ready, then let’s go.”

The hike itself was lovely; he had chosen well. The air smelled of conifers and earth, and the still rising sun painted the green world in soft yellows, ivories, and blues. I loved every moment of being beside him, something I had dreamed of for months. I couldn’t stop looking at him out of the corner of my eye, and I saw that he was often looking at me, as well.

We fell quickly into easy conversation. Okay, I talked, and he listened, but that was how it was on the Internet, too. In fact, everything felt strangely perfect. No awkwardness at all—it was like we had done this hundreds of time together. The only strain came from the difference in the length of our legs; I had some difficulty keeping up with him, given that he was clearly about a foot taller than me. It was a six-mile hike, three up and three down. I spent most of it walking behind him, trying not to huff and puff. From that angle, I could see that he was really strong, and had no difficulty at all with our task, though I was noticeably straining.

“What made you say yes to doing this?” he asked, at one point. I was surprised by the question. “Did you think that I would say no?” I replied. “Not necessarily,” he said, “I just think most women would be hesitant to meet a man for the first time in the middle of the woods.” My ears got hot, and I found myself stumbling, “Uhm, yea, that’s true. It is a little crazy, I guess.” Suddenly, he stopped walking and turned around to face me. “So, are you crazy?” he said, peering down at me with narrow eyes and without a smile. “Uhm, in some ways, I’m sure. But I only think it’s a little crazy. We’ve been talking for so long, and I trust you,” I said back.

He smiled and resumed hiking, though this time, he waited for me to pass him, and lodged himself in place behind me. This made me so instantly self-conscious that I could not bear it, and I myself stopped walking and faced him. “Why did you get behind me?” I said, my voice edgy. He smiled wide, “I’m sorry, Bunny. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just thought you might feel safer with me behind you. I can fend off anyone who might want to hurt you.” *Oh, obviously. I’m so fucking stupid.* I replied, “No, no, that’s really sweet, thank you. Just don’t look at my butt.”

With him walking behind me, I felt myself even more aware of him than I had been with my eyes glued to his back. I was growing more and more aware of the size difference between us, and the fact that we had not yet passed a single other human being, a mile and a half into the hike. I wasn’t quite scared, but it was beginning to dawn upon me that maybe I should be. “By the way, what made you choose this place?” I asked. “Well,” he said, “I read that no one ever really comes here.” My breathing quickened. “Why? Did you want us to be alone together?” He laughed, “Eh, not really, I just prefer taking in the nature rather than the sounds of other people’s voices.”

*Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why the fuck did I say that?* “Oh, of course, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to assu—” He interrupted me, “Bunny, it’s okay. Of course I like being alone with you.” My heart banged inside my chest. I had hoped that *maybe* this was a date, but I wasn’t sure until now. “I like being alone with you too,” I said, and my stomach felt queasy just saying it.

“Really? Even in a place like this? You’re not scared?”

“Yes, it’s so nice to enjoy nature with you.”

“Why aren’t you scared?”

“Uhm—you’ve always been nice to me. I’m not scared of you. Should I be?”

“I think so.”

I stopped walking, and so did he. I stood still for several seconds before I turned around to face him. He was still smiling at me. “Why should I be scared of you?” He smiled even more brightly, taking my hand in for a squeeze. “Don’t be scared, Bunny, I’m just playing around,” he said, laughing. He started walking again, this time with our hands interlinked. I was so deliriously happy that I forgot the entire preceding conversation, forgot the fear that had risen in my stomach when I heard him say, “I think so.” All I could think about was that he was finally holding my hand.

We spent some time walking in silence. When we got to a particularly rocky patch of trail, he picked me up and carried me over it effortlessly. I couldn’t help but feel safe, *really* safe. He was proving to be just as much of a gentleman as I thought. Being with him felt far too natural; I felt myself yearning for more of him. As we neared the top of the mountain, I began to feel sad about the thought of coming back down, and being forced to separate from him.

Soon enough, the peak was in sight, and we were both excited. Rock Candy Mountain is a place I had only ever seen from below, and it was gorgeous from the top. Miles and miles of green trees and gray mountains lay before us, and the soft, rustling sounds of nature surrounded us. “Bunny,” he said, “Want me to take your picture?” *So sweet,* I thought, *he really is a dream.*

We spent some time on the peak, but after awhile, we could see gray clouds rolling in. “Oh no!” I worried, “We should get back down as quickly as we can.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, Bunny, I’ll make sure you’re safe,” he said, and placed his hand on my back as he ushered me back down the mountain. I noticed that we were taking a slightly different route, just a bit off the main trail. “Don’t worry, I saw this route on the website and apparently it’s just a little faster. I want to make sure you’re safe,” he said. The rain fell softly beside us, making everything muddy.

“Ew,” I said, as the mud squelched beneath my boot. He stopped walking. “Uh oh, Bunny doesn’t like the mud?” I laughed, “No, she definitely does not. Why did you stop?” He stared at me, but didn’t answer me. He did not laugh, but he still wore a thinner, more hollow smile. His eyes showed a very thoughtful expression, but I had no idea what he could be thinking about so intently at this moment. “Uhm, hello?” I said, waving a hand at his eyes. In a moment, he came toward me, turned me around so that my back was pressed against him, and held his arms around me. My heart started beating quickly, *is he going to kiss me?*

I had no idea how wrong I was. Instead of kissing me, he put his fingers in my mouth. As my mouth made protesting grumbles, he smiled again, “Ah, that’s better. I’ve been wanting to shut you up for hours now.” *What,* I thought to myself, *the fuck is happening?*

Things became clearer to me when he moved his other hand toward my shorts. I tried to wriggle myself away, but even with one arm holding me, he was still much too strong for me to escape. “Come on,” he said, “It’s way too late for that.” I held still, but I was tense with fear and confusion. With my mouth gagged, I still couldn’t speak, but I had started crying. “Aw, Bunny. I told you that you should be scared. I know that you aren’t a very good listener, but I tried.”

I felt something get hard against my back while he fingered my mouth and pussy. Though I had dreamed for months of him touching me like this, I never wanted it to happen like this. He rested his chin on my head while he touched me, holding me close and tight. For a moment, the familiar feeling of safety that he had given me came back, before I remembered why he was holding me so close. In spite of myself, there was a part of me that loved being touched by him at all, even like this.

He could tell. “Cute Bunny. You don’t have to act like it doesn’t feel good.” I whimpered. He spun me around and made me face him, holding me tight with my back leaning away from him. We stared into each others’ eyes. His were still the same, warm and sweet, overflowing with joy. Mine were slick with tears, and openly fearful. *I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe he’s doing this to me. I should never have come.* “I’m so happy that I finally get to do this to you,” he said, and kissed me on the forehead.

I turned my face away and shut my eyes, trying my best to pretend I was anywhere else. On the inside, I felt completely shattered. I had trusted him, and I was beginning to realize what a grave mistake that was. He took my head in his hands and turned it back to face him. Once more, I was forced to look into his eyes. He slapped me, and I started sobbing. With his finger out of my mouth, I had a moment to ask, “Why are you doing this to me?” He smiled, “Bunny, because I really, really want to. And I can.”

He picked me up, carrying me easily even as I thrashed in his arms, and placed me on a flat boulder. Standing above me, I knew that there was no way I could ever get away from him, even if I ran. I started to accept that I had to endure whatever was coming for me. No matter what, I could not stop crying. I tried so hard to steel myself, but the tears never ceased. He watched me, smiling as I sobbed, and then took off his pants.

If I was scared before, now I was terrified. *No, no, no, no, no, no, no. He cannot put that inside of me.* He smiled at me oh-so-sweetly; I could tell that he liked me best afraid. “Please just don’t hurt me,” I whispered. He smiled back, and for a moment, I felt that maybe he wouldn’t. “Please stop telling me what to do,” he said, and then kneeled down, and put himself in my mouth.

With my back pressed flat onto the rock, and the mass of this giant ramming himself into me from above, all I could feel was hardness. My body ached, and I could feel myself getting scratches and cuts from the movement. I tried to grip onto something to steady myself, but there was nothing. I had nothing. I was nothing. I just had to lie there and feel myself get violently face-fucked by a man who I thought wanted to be nice to me. He was using such force that I could hardly breathe, and for a moment, I felt grateful at the thought that I might just die, and not have to know what else he had planned to do to me.

But I wasn’t that lucky. Just in time, he took himself out of me, then picked me back up, this time, dropping me flat on my face and into a pile of mud. “Bunny really doesn’t like the mud, huh?” he said, scooping some into my mouth. “Does it taste good, though?” I thought I was screaming, but I couldn’t hear anything. “Want some more?” he said, smearing mud on my face and chest as I peered at him through dirt-caked eyelashes. He pressed my entire face down, hard. I couldn’t breathe again. With my face buried deep in the mud, and my exposed pussy and ass waving in the air, he shoved his cock hard inside me. I screamed, and mud flooded my mouth as I sank down deeper from the force of him.

He fucked me like I was already dead. It was so rough, so painful that I stopped noticing the scent of the dirty, brown mud, I stopped feeling the ache of my torn, broken skin. His size, which would normally have excited me, made it all so much worse. All I could feel was him. All I could sense was him. In that moment, he was my entire world, in the worst way possible.

He held my hips in his hands, digging his nails into my flesh. I felt like he was doing everything in his power to make it hurt for me. As I lay there, face into the mud and my pussy full of this stranger I had made the mistake of trusting, I knew that it was only my own stupidity that put me there. And maybe, just maybe, I worried that I had wanted this all along. It was starting to feel…like it shouldn’t feel.

Just as soon as that thought had crossed my mind, he started talking to me, “You’re so sweet, Bunny. You’re such a good girl. It makes me so happy to see you like this.” I wondered what exactly he was seeing, a girl with no head and her ass in the air? He pulled me up and out of the mud, and reached down to turn my head around toward him. “Face me,” he said, “I want to see you now.” I stared at him, but could not conceal my hatred. “Aw, is Bunny mad?”

He took himself out of me, and picked me up again. “Talk to me, Bun-Bun,” he said, bouncing me in his hands like we were at the fucking state fair. “Why are you doing this to me?” I said again. He rolled his eyes. “Babe, come on. I already told you.” I started crying harder, “Why me, then?” This time, he smiled. “Aw, because I knew that you needed me to do this, even if you didn’t know you needed it.”

He stopped walking and set me down on the ground, letting me go completely. We stood and faced each other. Although I was nearly free, and could have tried to run, I did not. I just stood there. “See,” he said, “You like it.” Not a single one of my instincts told me to stay. But I could not move. He took a step toward me, and I still did not move. He took another, and instead of running back, I fell completely into his arms, and started crying really hard. He held me for a second like that, then he picked me back up and kissed me. This time, I kissed him back. He licked the mud off my face and spat it back into my mouth, and somehow, I swallowed it. He licked more and spat it back on my face, smearing it all over me with his thumb, rubbing the spit-mud mixture over my lips and teeth. “You’ve never looked so pretty.”

He took me back to the rock and laid me flat on my back. He pushed my knees up by my head, and started sucking on my clit. I screamed so loud that several birds flew out of a neighboring tree. He wasn’t there for long, but it was enough. By that point, I was fully aching for him. When he came up from my pussy, I let out a heavy sob in distress. He laughed, “Oh you *really* like it.” He came up higher, positioning his cock between my legs. It felt like we laid like that for centuries, hovering between heaven and hell. “Please,” I finally whispered. He smiled, “Good girl.”

When he put it inside me this time, I came instantly. The orgasm was so intense that I sobbed. He didn’t stop, just kept fucking me through my tears. It felt so good that I started to enjoy every sensation: the smell of the mud and sweat and cum, the rock scraping my skin with every thrust, the weight of him mercilessly and entirely on top of me.

I stared at his face above me. I wanted so badly to memorize this moment. I had never ever felt so good, and never seen something more beautiful than him on top of me, sweaty and grunting with his shirt in his mouth, his abs dusted in dirt and mud, his hips rocking back and forth inside me while he held my legs by my head. I looked down to watch his cock slide and in out of me. The sight of it made me cum again. I couldn’t control the noises I made, but he must have liked them, because he kissed me, sticking his tongue on my mouth to give me something to suck on while he fucked me.

He released my leg to pet my forehead. “It’s good, right?” I whimpered, “Really good.” He smiled and kept going, even harder now, harder than I knew sex could be. Even though I was sore, since I hadn’t had sex in years, I couldn’t stop cumming. The pain and the pleasure were so intertwined that everything just felt fucking good.

After awhile, he repositioned me against another rock, so that I was bent over it, on my tip toes, with my ass wiggling in the air, begging him to come back. He did, and the force of him slamming me into the rock made my face start bleeding. I barely noticed. I just wanted him to keep fucking me. With his hand pressing my head harder into the rock, and his cock railing me from behind, I should have felt embarrassed and horrified, and honestly I was, but nothing compared to the growing sense of gratitude, to the feeling that this was everything that I had been too scared to dream of.

I could tell that he would cum soon, as the fucking became somehow even more forceful, and his moans grew deeper, meatier, more animal. We were fucking exactly like animals: hard and rough and desperate, alone in the woods. He took my head and turned it to the side so that he could see half of my face. I took a little glance at him, and saw that his eyes were laser-focused on my ass. “You’re looking at it, I told you not to do that,” I said, joking. He smacked me so hard that I couldn’t see, and put his finger in my mouth. “No more talking.”

He pulled me from the rock, fingers in my mouth, cock in my pussy, fucking me so hard and fast that the physics kept us upright as he railed me in mid-air. It felt like I was flying and falling at the same time. The sound of our bodies smacking against each other rang through the forest, along with my muffled screams and his guttural moans.

He knocked me back onto the ground, flat on my back. He knelt down beside me, and covered my face in mud. He got on his knees, put his hand flat over my muddy face, covering it entirely, and fucked me with so much ferocity that I started getting scared again. But it still felt so good. Everything he did made me feel so good. He maneuvered me so that I was slightly on my side, and got so deep inside me that I screamed in pain. As I did, his thrusts got faster and deeper until he made one final push, so deep inside me. His moans as he came were somehow softer, almost gentle. As he rested on top of me, his breathing heavy, he kissed the crook of my knee.

He stood me back up, redressed me, and walked me down the rest of the mountain in silence. As we journeyed down, a sense of shame began to wash over me. I couldn’t really believe what had taken place. *Did he just rape me? Did I…like it? Was it real?* I wondered. He walked behind me, silent except for his footsteps and the occasional deep breath. I wanted to speak, but couldn’t come up with anything to say.

By the time we reached the parking lot, I felt so desperate to be with him longer that I finally asked, “What’s your name?” He smiled at me, stepped toward me, and kissed me on the forehead, then again on the lips, softly and sweetly. “Thanks Bunny. Get home safe.” He climbed into his car and drove away.

I stood in the parking lot for what felt like hours. I was covered in mud, sweat, blood, and cum. When someone else finally came off the mountain, they asked if I was okay, and I said that I was, but I had never felt worse. Finally, I got into my car and started driving home. I couldn’t hold back the tears, and they came for so many reasons. Yes, I had been scared. Yes, I had been violated. And yes, I had cherished it deeply. As I stared at the road before me, there was only one thought in my mind: *how can I get someone to do that again?*

That’s all :) will probably be going for ten yea :’)