Most of this story is true and happened only last weekend. I do admit I’ve polished the story and embellished some parts. On mobile.
He pulled my hair and made me get to my knees in front of him. I smirked at his efforts but played along. We’d talked about my fantasy many times and I was at the point where I didn’t think he’d actually be able to do it. He’d go so far, but the second I resisted strongly, he’d let me go. Rape fantasy isn’t for everyone and my partner was a gentle soul. He had never hurt me and I didn’t believe he ever could, even to pretend! But I’d been nasty lately. I’d been saying how I knew he couldn’t take me. How he lacked the balls to even try. I mocked him. I’d been drinking too much lately too, causing my mouth to run more than usual. I could be a cunt when I wanted. I guess I’d been a bigger one than I knew.