I’ve always had a fascination with the idea of being raped. Consensually raped, that is. I’ll come home from work one day, tired and ready to unwind with my latest trashy romance novel and a glass of wine when I’ll hear a noise in the kitchen. I go to investigate the noise as any normal person would when I’m stopped by the sight of a tall, athletic-looking man wearing a baseball cap pulled snugly over his eyes. I don’t know this man but my body wants to.
I open my mouth to scream for help or maybe to ask just what the hell this guy is doing in my kitchen when he closes the distance between us and places his rough hand over my mouth. “Not a word,” he’ll say to me. Scared and yet turned on I’ll mutely nod and wait for what happens next.
“I’m going to remove my hand but you’re going to keep your mouth shut, got it? Make any kind of noise and I’ll make damn sure you’ll wish you hadn’t.”
With a nod of my head I release a pent-up breath as my mouth is free. Suddenly I’m blindfolded, though.
“Now let’s see what we’ve got here,” the man will say huskily. Moving around me he reaches for the buttons of my dress shirt but quickly loses patience and just rips the thing open exposing my cheap cotton bra. “Nice,” he’ll murmur. “Very nice. Now let’s see what’s south of the border.” Dropping to a knee he’ll undo my slacks allowing them to pool at my feet revealing my unsexy but very comfortable white cotton panties.
Removing those he places a calloused finger crudely between my legs and begins to stroke my inner core immediately chuckling. He knows how much I’m getting turned on by what is happening.
“You’re enjoying this Aly,” he’ll laugh.
He knows my name! My mind races to place his voice but it cannot. The feel of his finger inside of me is too great for me to focus on anything else.
“You ever been fucked while standing up?” He’ll remove his finger and move away from me.
I’ll hear the scrape of one of my kitchen chairs being pulled away from the table and wonder what is going to happen next. I’ll soon find out.
Grabbing me by the arm he’ll lead me to the table and use a hand to bend me over it, kicking my legs apart.
“I-I’m not on the pill,” I’ll inform him. I have no reason to be as it had been some time since my last sexual relationship and my monthly flow had always been good to me.
“Not a problem,” he’ll assure me. I’ll hear the sound of something being torn open and realize it’s a condom. Wishing that I could be the one to roll it over what I was sure would be a massive erection I’ll tense as I feel the tip of my intruder’s penis push against the lips of my vagina.
I’ll gasp as he enters me, driving home in one quick, deep thrust. His balls will rest against my ass as he breathes harshly against my neck, his mouth lowering to place the first of many kisses on the area where my neck meets my shoulder.
He’ll begin to move inside of me. In and out in a gentle almost lazy motion that quickly has me panting and begging for more.
“You want more, sweet, sweet Aly?” he’ll laugh. Placing a firm hand on my back he’ll flatten my upper body against the rough wood of my kitchen table and begins to slam in and out of me so roughly that I reach for the edge of the table to grab onto for balance.
“Is this what you wanted? Hmm?” he’ll pant as he grips and adjusts my hips for deeper penetration.
All talk will cease as we both get lost in what he’s doing to me and before I know it I’ll be shrieking out my release and allowing my body to go limp on the table with him heaving shuddering breaths behind me as he too goes limp.
Brushing my long flaxen hair out of the way I’ll feel him kiss my sweaty neck as he pulls out of me, pulling me to a stand. He’ll wrap his hands around my waist he and lift me onto the table as he pulls off my blindfold.
“Hey Aly,” he’ll say to me.
“I should have known it was you,” I’ll reply back with a scowl on my face. I won’t be too mad though.
The sex this time, between my intruder and I, will be slow and sweet, bringing tears to my eyes which he’ll gently kiss away.
We’ll eventually move to my bedroom for rounds three and four and, well, that’s where things will start to get kinky.
But I’ll share that with you some other time…
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