Forced Sex Male Rape – Fulfilling my Taboo Fantasy, Part I

Forced sex male rape has always been one of my favorite fantasies. There’s something just incredibly sexy about being in complete control of a guy and having him at my complete mercy. It’s no surprise I thoroughly enjoy rough sex, and have definitely had my share of these sorts of experiences. But all of these scenarios have involves some type of consensual roleplay with a fuck buddy or boyfriend at the time.

So far forced sex male rape roleplay had involved me wearing kidnapping, bondage and a badass leather outfit. Cause you know, I’ve always loved putting on  provocative lingerie while fucking or roleplaying. Whether it’s vinyl, silk, corsets or lace, I am a huge proponent of making sexy costumes that boost your sex life a regular appearance in the bedroom!

But roleplaying this forced sex male rape fantasy of mine was no longer cutting it for me. I knew that I was craving the real thing.

However, jumping on some guy in a dark alley held no appeal whatsoever. Statistics say that most rapes occur by an acquaintance of the victim. While I had no plans to get to know a guy for a month or so before doing the deed, the idea of taking my time to seduce and trap a man into my web really turned me on.

So I got ready one evening, putting on a somewhat conservative but sexy dress. This particular frock went down to right above my knees and showed off a hint of cleavage. A dab of Chanel No. 5 on my neck, a coat of mascara, and a hint of lipgloss later, and I was leaving my condo with a Coach clutch and pink pumps.

Let’s just say that nothing about my attire screamed that I had a forced sex male rape fetish.

The cab dropped me off at a swanky lounge called Speakeasy. I entered the room – illuminated bottles of top notch liquor behind the bar, portraits of classic actresses on the dark walls, and attractive people mingling with the jazz notes sounding about.

It wasn’t hard for me to pick my forced sex male rape victim. An attractive man in a suit sat alone at the bar, sipping on a crystal clear martini. It was evident by the way he was focused on his smartphone that he was in no mood for company. But surely you know by now that I am always up for a challenge! So I walked straight up to him and sat on the empty seat on his right, crossing my legs in his direction.

I ordered a Van Gogh espresso martini and grabbed my smartphone as well, pretending to be occupied. As I scrolled through a series of text messages, the martini arrived. I could tell as I picked it up that the stranger had cast one or two glances my way, but yet I paid him no attention. Instead I took a sip of the martini, enjoying its flavors of vodka interlaced with espresso, and going back to my phone.

“Excuse me,” a voice said. It looked like the stranger was taking the bait.

Stay tuned for part 2 of my forced sex male rape story! And if you have any sexy ideas on what should happen, call me at 1-888-413-5974 for roleplay phone sex!

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