r/CNCdarkdreams

We don’t know each other that well yet; we met at work. You’re fundamentally more dominant than I am. But you don’t notice that at first. We get along well, so I invite you over to my place for coffee. You come over. We get along well, but you want more. You already came over with the intention of taking a piece of me.

After coffee, you get up and go to the bathroom. I wash the dishes. From my facial expressions to my scent, I attract you, but I feel differently. You come back and can’t hold back. You say, “Let’s sit on the bed and smoke a cigarette.” So we do that. You pull me up toward you a little. You grab my hip, and your other hand tugs at my hair. I push you away a little; my facial expressions and gestures show you that I don’t want this. But I’m too shy to set a clear boundary. You turn me onto my side and say you’re glad to be here today to get to know me. Then you quickly pull out your cock. I don’t say a word. You fuck me. Not too aggressively, but definitely not lovingly. Not like someone you want to get to know.

Afterward, you leave not right away, because you find me really attractive. But you smoke exactly one more cigarette, and then you leave. I don’t say much.

I met you two years ago at my cousin’s wedding. When I saw you standing there, I couldn’t help myself and walked over to you. You looked at me with sparkling eyes, and we both knew right away that we’d spend the rest of the evening together.
Over the next three months that we dated, you were always thoughtful, kind, and incredibly helpful. Any woman could only have dreamed of a man like you.
The months that followed were wonderful. We experienced a lot together, and I showed you and told you a lot about myself. I trusted you, and you trusted me. We were both pretty quiet people. We liked to travel or go to a bar every now and then. But we also enjoyed just lying on the couch and cuddling.

We were invited to your brother’s birthday party that day. It was sure to be a great time. We’d already bought presents and made pasta salad. On the way to the party, we listened to our favorite songs and sang along at the top of our lungs. Everything was so much fun with you.
After we arrived, I went to the bathroom briefly to touch up my makeup a little. Then I helped with the preparations. It didn’t take long before the grill was already lit, and the first beers were already empty. You said, “My brother is turning 21, and of course we’re going to celebrate properly.” I noticed it right away.

As it got darker and darker outside, we wanted to light the fire pit. You were supposed to show me around the house and tell me where the wood was so we could get it. The house was really beautiful. We went down to the basement. I’d already noticed that the others—and you, too—had had too much to drink. “And stop arguing all the time,” I said.

You looked at me with a look I’d never seen before. I stepped back a little, but you moved closer to me. You said, “We haven’t had that much to drink, and let that be my problem. And why are you always so tense, anyway?” I ignored that.
When we got downstairs, there was just a basement room full of chopped wood. You kept insisting on knowing why I was so uptight. Then you suddenly came very close to me, lifted up my skirt, and started stroking my butt and my legs. I handed you some wood and told you to take it. You replied that you needed something else first, so I wouldn’t have to be so uptight anymore. I didn’t think much of it, laughed, and said, “If you’re nice, then maybe tonight,” as I handed you another piece of wood. You suddenly looked at me with extreme anger and quickly moved closer to me. “I mean it,” you said. “We only have this brief moment, and I want you now.”

I felt a chill, my heart sank into my pants, and I started sweating and shaking. A quiet “No” escaped my lips. I was shocked by you.
Then everything happened very quickly. You grabbed my hair and pulled so hard that I fell to the ground. You stood in front of me, and I didn’t even notice that you’d already undressed. The fall hurt, but you didn’t give me time to think about it, because the next moment you already had your penis in my mouth.
I tried to fight back and resist, but you kept pulling my hair, which didn’t make it any easier for me. I was just in shock. I didn’t know what to think, he was my boyfriend, after all. I reached out with my hand and tried to push you away, but you slapped me hard across the face, then again, and again. I never would have expected something like that from you. Our sex life had always been passionate and wonderful before. I stopped fighting back. It hurt too much. Besides, I was gagging the whole time because you shoved your penis so deep down my throat that I couldn’t say a word.

After a while, you lifted me up and threw me against a pile of wood. Wood is hard. I tried to push you away and said, “That’s enough,” but you didn’t listen to me. I tried to scream, but you stuffed your underwear into my mouth.
You turned me onto my stomach and penetrated me without warning. It hurt, but I couldn’t say so. Your hands were on top of mine, pressing me against the wood and the basement wall. You had a firm grip on me, and I had no chance to fight back. You said, “Shh, be quiet and go along with it, then it won’t hurt as much. You want this too; you’re really wet, girl.”
I hoped it would be over quickly. I loved you; why did you do something like that? How was I supposed to go back upstairs right away? Had I reacted the wrong way?
At some point you said, “See, I told you so it’s that simple.”
I lay there, the wood pressing painfully into my skin, and I was completely confused. Then I lay there for a moment longer. I didn’t move. My body felt foreign, as if it no longer belonged to me. Everything hurt, but that wasn’t the worst part. Much worse was that feeling in my head that emptiness, that sense of not understanding.

Slowly, I sat up. My hands were shaking as I tried to straighten my clothes. I just wanted to get away. Away from this basement, away from you, away from everything. You were still standing there, as if nothing had happened.
I couldn’t look at you. Without saying a word, I walked past you toward the door. Every step felt heavy, as if something were holding me back. Upstairs, I heard voices, laughter, music. The world just carried on as if nothing had happened.
I wondered how I was supposed to go back in there now. How I was supposed to act normal.
I paused briefly in the hallway. I took a deep breath, wiped my face, and tried to pull myself together somehow. But it didn’t work. My mind was filled with nothing but questions.

Why did you do that?
Why couldn’t I stop it?
Should I have done something differently?

I didn’t know the answers.

When I went back into the room, no one else looked at me. No one noticed anything. You didn’t come upstairs until later, acting completely normal, as if nothing had happened.

And that was exactly what was so terrible.
In that moment, I realized that something had fundamentally changed. Not just between us, but inside me.

This is a complete fantasy but i love the idea.
I go on a hen do with my friends around a big city and they take me to a male strip club.
While there i end up on stage dancing and then things get interesting.
He brings his friend out and i have 2 big black men grinding on me.
My friends chant for them to strip me , i try to resist a little but give in.
Once naked on the stage they start to play and grope my naked boy while my friends take photos of me.
By then they are both hard and i let them fuck me onstage in front of all.
I end up taking 2 loads in my mouth and swallow them before they lead me off stage.
In the changing room they show me off to there other performers who then gangbang me and use every part of me.
After they are finished with me they push me out of the back of the club holding my clothes.

This is fantasy!

You see me on the street or on the bus on my way home from work. You take note of me, you keep seeing me weekly and you decide you’ll take the bait. I look innocent and need to be ruined. You learn my schedule where I work. Maybe even my name. You finally decide to make your move backpack and car full of the supplies needed to subdue me. It’s dark and you catch me I fight but I’m unable to win and I’m in your trunk - what’s next