(A few months ago I had a fun conversation with a fellow redditor about damaged/broken/victimized girls [like her] and guys who are good at picking up on this damage [like me]. She wanted more details about this story and since I wrote it up I figured I’d share it. )
So this was back when I lived in Boston. One summer I was really having a go at fucking a lot of damaged ok Cupid girls. Even on the internet there’s a victim-walk. Or a victim-profile, really. Anyway, k’s profile screamed it. Ill call her k because I legit don’t remember if her name was kirsten or Kristen or kiersten or Denise or whatever. But she was tall, pale, and skinny so I was on it.
We met at shitty hipster dive A (“the silhouette”) and physically approved of one another over small talk that mostly amounted to looking at each other’s mouths and ordering drinks. I think it’s at this point she starts talking about Annette Schwartz being her favorite porn star.
I started pushing her around in small ways, partially verbally (“stop, hold on, don’t move”) and partially physically, putting hands upon her, redirecting her, letting her feel how wide my fingers can stretch around her neck.
We went to shitty hipster dive B (“the model”) and basically dared each other to be the first to leave. It’s hard to describe but she knew that I knew that I had her and she was getting off on me taking my time. This dynamic continued so that by the time I actually pulled her out of the bar she was whispering “gag me with cock” in my ear. I actually remember thinking to myself that people in the bar were looking at us so I had to let k walk out with me on her own power. That was my first legit “think of the witnesses” thought.
Anyway, k and I get out of the bar without SVU responding. It’s maybe 6 blocks to my apartment. We start walking and I begin pushing her along by grinding into her ass. She slowed down and pushed her ass back against me then went back to walking, but faster, like she was trying to get away. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back, licking her neck. She fucking shivered.
So I grabbed her. Hard. I put my hand squarely across her throat and applied some flattened compression while yanking her head sideways and pushing her forward with my crotch. This continued a few blocks. We *definitely* passed *several* people who by all rights *should have stopped me*. No one said a thing.
So we’re a block away and I’m really tossing this girl around by the hair/throat when mr. half-hero announces himself with a loud
“ma’am!? ma’am?! Is this man hurting you?”
to which I turn and bark
“She’s fine!”
Now I’m not 100% on it but I’m like 95/100 that k never said a word to indicate her consent to my manhandling. So this guy just has me screaming “she’s fine!” (obviously untrue) at him. And mr. half-hero — hero enough to say something, not hero enough to do anything — totally accepts *my word* on what by all rights looked like a fucking abduction.
But esus Christ. I owe that guy. Because if I thought she was gonna start rubbing it out on the street before mr. half-hero’s failed intercession, she was literally unzipping and jamming a hand down the front of her jeans as I pushed her through the vestibule and into my apartment.
I don’t remember much else except I know I came on her face and spit on her and when I woke up there was blood on the sheets and I never heard from her again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8b491x/that_time_i_looked_like_a_sex_offender_but