SanDieganMichael
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Joined: 10/3/2006 From: San Diego Status: offline
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Years ago, when I was 22 I was still attending a local community college, where I was studying for my third Associates Degree at the time. I was involved with the most … for lack of a more polite term … bubble-headed girl who was the inspiration for every dumb blonde joke (even though she was a brunette). I was young and more attracted to her physically and eager to prove I could handle anything … She was not into the lifestyle (though she is now) although she found herself very turned on when she was tied up. We started to explore other fantasies, when Erotic Rape fantasy was mentioned by her. She had read about it in Penthouse (or such); and she asked me if I had ever fantasized about raping her/anyone. We shared fantasies of how we would do it, where and how it would be done. Then she asked me one night if I was ever going to Rape her. Now I was still young and as is often the case at such an age not always clear headed when approached by such an erotic fantasy … I said soon … Two days later I waited for her roommate to leave and head off to class, when I knew she wasn’t scheduled to be in class or work. I snuck around to the back of her first floor apartment and over the fence to the patio behind her room. I was thoroughly scared, but determined to fulfill both our fantasies. I waited slipped into her bedroom, and took position behind her door, waiting for her to come in … having left the door open so her multitude of wind chimes would sound melodically through her apartment. It was only a few minutes, I was terrified, but determined not to let her or I realize it. She came into the room; I shut the door hard behind her. I grabbed her about the waist. I clamped my hand over her mouth. I forced her onto the bed, roughly landing on top of her, driving the wind from her (and largely from myself). She struggled, but I am not a small man, so it was easy for me to hold her down. Her struggles were not silent. She later told me she knew what was going on, but could not free herself to tell me to stop. Her brother heard the commotion and came to see what was happening. Luckily after he called the police, she explained it was not what it seemed to be. My left knee still hurts sometimes when it is cold …
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