I felt his hand slide over my mouth as I walked late one evening. His other arm came around my waist and pulled me close to him. I froze, looking around frantically for anyone who might come to my rescue. But there was no one about. I felt his quickened warm breath against my cheek from behind, and my body shivered. He picked me up off the ground and easily carried me to a dark field with tall grass. That’s when he whispered in my ear that I would pay dearly if I screamed. I felt far too shy to scream as this stranger held me tight against him, so I nodded my head in agreement.
I’m in the mood for some hot seam ripping forced sex. Are you a man who likes to take charge? Do you love to take advantage of weak smaller women for your own nefarious desires? Maybe you just like it when I give you the illusion of overpowering me like a fun kinky naughty little game. Whatever way you like it, I want to be your victim. I want you to take control of me. Show me you’re stronger and larger than me in so many ways. Grab my clothes and rip them off. Destroy the seams so that I can’t put them back on and have to do the walk of shame back home.