 |
|||
|
|
LOVE LETTER TO MY
FUTURE RAPIST
Dear Rapist:
If you find me
here in the woods, PLEASE don't be nice and kind and make conversation first.
That's what I dread the most. I am very serious about this. It's best for me if you break a thin sapling
branch off a tree, a real thin one, a "switch". And when you come in,
don't SAY anything. I'll be completely naked, just like I am now. Don't
announce your name; I don't CARE who it is. I'd really rather not even know.
I will put the
keyboard down, open my legs, and silently wait for you to do whatever you want
to me. Please whip me HARD, everywhere
on my body except my face. Be particularly cruel to my cunt, but the hairy
vulva lips, not the sensitive clit. I will try hard to be obedient and hold my
legs open while you hurt it, but I may fail you and close them. If that
happens, I apologize in advance, and request that you punish me even harder for
doing that.
Whip me hard and
fast and vicious, like you hate me and really want to hurt me. I know what I am
requesting, as this has been done to me before.
I will lie still and try not to move but I would prefer if you handcuff
me first so I can't block the blows. When I start to cry
DON'T STOP. If I scream
involuntarily, stuff a sock in my mouth and put duct tape over it (there is
some on top of my monitor).
Only when your
arm gets tired of whipping me and I am sobbing hard and my skin
is crossed with red, raised welts, then push my legs open and sexually
penetrate me. If you have whipped me
nearly to unconsiouness I may be unable to, but I
will try really hard to squeeze my cunt very tight for you to give you pleasure
while I cry.
If you want to
wear a rubber when you use me, I understand, though I would prefer that you
might make me pregnant because of the danger.
(I will pay for the abortion after masturbating for months with one hand
on my swelling belly, feeling the little rapist you have left growing inside
me, consuming my body from within).
But at least,
please, when you fuck my asshole, do it with your dick NAKED, okay, so I can
feel your hot rapist's cum pumping into my guts. It will also allow you to deposit a precious
souvenir I can push out later and rub on my face, and not ever wash off.
You will find KY next to the
vibrator, and I would respectfully request that you put some on my anus before
using it. But if you would prefer to
fuck it dry because that hurts me more, I will submit for you because after the
first few thrusts there will be a little blood which will provide some lubrication
and give us both more pleasure.
Based on my
experiences in the past, I really, really don't want to ever have sex again
unless I am crying during it, humiliated, and in pain. I know this sounds very,
very fucked up, but it is the only kind of sex that I like. Some women are just
LIKE that (I know two others) and for better or worse, I just happen to be one
too.
It's not
something I chose. If I could choose, I'd be a lesbian who just wants loving
conversation and gentle caresses, and I would never again have to deal with you
disgusting men. You're all pigs.
But unfortunately
for me, this can never happen. Nobody, anywhere, gets to choose what turns them
on sexually.
I just am what I
am, and the hell with it.
Love,
Faye
|
|
|