One of my biggest fantasies ever is to get raped. I’ve chastised myself with the lack of ethics behind it way too many times but I can’t stop wanting it. Sometimes, I dress like a whore just to get a few stares. Don’t get me wrong, it is scary and intimidating but it turns me on twice as much. One time I was travelling alone to my friend’s house. I was wearing a tight black crop top and denim shorts that rose up way too high when I sat down. I don’t really know why but I had a random urge to sit next to the driver, and so I did. I throw my bag with all my stuff in the back seat. Five minutes into the drive, I started adjusting my shorts and bra strap because they were digging into my skin and were slightly uncomfortable but each time I’d know very well what I was doing. He glanced at me a couple of times and surprisingly, he wasn’t too subtle about it. My heart was beating very heavily but the thrill of it made my clit throb. He started to make small talk with me and one time, I pulled my bra down by the wire through my top while we were talking. I was scared and wanted to get the fuck out but at the same time, the rush made me so impossibly horny. I wanted to check whether he had a hard on. I knew that would make me squirm, but I was too scared to look because I felt it might be taken as consent.