As I walk down the hallway at work to finally head home after a long day I get chills down my back. I always do when going home so late. Paranoid, looking around every corner, suspicious of every shadow.
I realized a long time ago its not fear, its apprehension. Or actually a “wish” factor. I wish one day while leaving the office some strange man would grab me from behind, just as I am entering the elevator. I fantasize that I can smell his cologne, the tooth paste on his breath while he whispers to me not to scream. The shoe polish from his shoes. The heat from his body as he is pushed up against my body from behind. The anticipation is building. I can smell pure testosterone in the air, that mixed with the slight musk of adrenalyn. He pushes his groin against me and through his pants I feel an erection of steel.
His finger nails dig in to my arm slightly as he leans over to stop the elevator. I think to myself that no one will notice the elevator stopped, everyone has went home. He covers my eyes with something, tieing it around my head like a blindfold.
I hear fabric rip, I feel his hands on my breasts, my shirt gaping wide open now.
Call me to be my fantasy rapist 🙂
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