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The Rapist Fantasy

Hello…

My name is… well you know what my name is…
You know who I am.
You’ve told me what to do and how to do it so I don’t have to introduce myself.

I know my face looks familiar but, behind these eyes is someone different. And that’s what this blog is about.
It’s about him. Or the him you want me to be.
You want this ‘him’ to have my face and my body but you want ‘his’ actions to be those of someone a lot different than me.

You want me to be him every now and then, just to make it more interesting when you are being ‘taken’.
Now not EVERYONE wants this ‘him’ around due to things they have experienced in their own lives which have left a sour taste in their mouths.
But some of you do.

You want me to be your rapist.

It is your fantasy that you want me to be that guy who doesn’t ask you to have sex, you want me to be him that takes the sex from you. With a forearm across your neck and some foul language in your ear, you want me to fuck you by force.
There is something about the idea of being so totally out of your own control and being MADE to do this and THROWN into place to do that and damn near had dick rammed into you.
You can’t explain what it is about me in this mode because, by society’s norms and even prison hierarchies, a rapist is the lowest of the low.
But, on the other hand, not everyone’s libidos and mojos conforms to what society dictates. You could be one of those people who will watch a film like Derailed and be quite disgusted by the rape scene in the hotel room or the French film Irreversible with the rape scene in the underground walkway. But then you could be that person who watches those scenes and is intrigued at the same time.
You can’t explain it, there’s just something about having that control taken away that turns you on. There’s not something wrong with you. It’s just the way it is.

Now when it comes to the actual sex, you may want me to truly play the rapist role to the fullest. Barring any punching and kicking, you want it be as authentic as possible.
We may play the fantasy role… you leave the door open, I sneak in quietly, maybe pick up a knife from the kitchen as I go. Sneak into the bedroom, put all my weight on you and pin you down with a scarf around my face, run the cold steel of the knife up your body and tell you that I’m going to rape you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
You may want to try and fight me off, but that just adds to the fantasy.
Take my dick out while your struggling, force your thighs open, spit on my hand and force myself inside you., while looking at you, telling you that I’m raping you and you like it, no you LOVE it… you want me to do it more. And more and more and more…
Stab the knife into the bed next to your head and hold your head so you stare at it, making you feel like I may actually use it on you if you don’t do what I say.
Arrest your arms in such a way that you can’t fight me off, all you can do is take the dick that is being served to you.

Before anyone reads this and thinks I’m teaching people how to LITERALLY rape, as opposed to playing out the fantasy of a rape situation, please fix up ya thinking.
This is the kind of thing that two people enjoying sex and the numerous fantasies can play together. Some of you are playing with the rape fantasy just by enjoying really rough and tough sex.
Your level of roughness is where its at.
A spank here, some hair pulling there, some ram the dick deep into you over there, arm holding here, forearm around the neck there, etc, etc, etc.

For example, ladies if you’ve ever played the ‘fuck you, you can’t do shit to me’ game while he is fucking you, knowing that it’ll drive him crazy enough to start fucking you some rough kinda way? That’s experimenting cuz you WANT him to do some shit to you in a rough kinda way.

But…. and this is the important part… you cannot play out these fantasies without having discussed it with your partner first.
You, as the guy or girl, could, in the middle of a sex session, mention you wanna rape your partner, not knowing that, in the past they experienced a real life, non-fantasy experience that will pause your sexual cause and upset them in a way where they won’t necessarily wanna have sex anymore at that moment.
It’s the kind of thing you have to be sure that they will be down with, otherwise you could be creating a highly awkward situation for yourself and your partner.

But to those of you out there that like to experiment with a rape fantasy, you know just what I mean and you and your partner know just how good and BAD (but in a good way) it feels to be able to take it there.

And please don’t think that this type of fantasy is just about a man doing it to a woman… there are some men out there who would like to experience the fantasy of being raped by a woman. Due to the fact that its men who are seen as the aggressors in rape situations, its an interesting experience to have all your control taken away and you are forced to do what you are told to do.

Again, this is just about fantasy… this isn’t about going out and forcing yourself upon someone against their will, thus committing a crime.
That’s some arrest that bitch ass shit…

I’m talking about both parties knowing what’s going on and how its gonna happen…

How do you know if your partner is into that kinda thing?
You gotta find out.
Everyone is different so some people may like it if you whisper in their ear, “I’m gonna rape you”, some may like to engage in conversation first, some may like to discuss the ins and outs of a particular rape scene in a film.
Some may not like it at all…

Whatever it is, its all fantasy… a game… if you don’t like it, don’t do it…
But if you do, then get your experimenting ass on the bed and don’t move… cuz I’m about to do something to you.

By Mr Oh

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Little things that make BIG explosions

Little things… (thanks @SimoneKarmaRae)

The things that make you smile to yourself when no-one else is around.
They take place every day.
Right in front of you.

Driving down a long road and every light happens to be green, working in the office and you roll up a paper ball and shoot from the three-point line and SWISH, finding money in your clothes that you didn’t know was there, etc.

In the bedroom, the LITTLE things can cause big explosions and inspire a normal person to become an animal in the blink of an eye.

Different people have different triggers but we all have something we like to see or do or feel that makes us go from cool, calm, collected lovers to damn beasts.

When I say little things, I mean minute things like watching a woman take a top off.

Oh sweet mercy and Red Sea, watching a woman take over a top in preparation for some loving is such a sexy thang. Especially if she’s taken her jeans/trousers/skirt off first.

Standing there… looking all leggy and righteous. Then she reaches for her top, crosses her arms and up and over it comes.

The way she takes it off isn’t where the sexy is found, it’s in the reveal of her skin. As a man, you know that if the top has come off, you’re doing okay, but to be presented with her skin so close to you, makes you wanna get the party started. Damn near ravish the woman.

At the right time, a little thing can not only add an extra spark of electricity to the union, it can make a person come, it can put a person to SLEEP and can make a woman have a multiple orgasm.

The scale of little things that people like is so varied that this post could go on and on and on… but each ‘thing’ is understandable and can be appreciated by anyone. Even if it is a bit on the weird, freaky, WTF side.

A dude who likes his ass played with could be looked at with ridicule and shouts of ‘homo’ by closed minded folk, but those men who have indulged before can understand at least. And those that aren’t down at least know that there is SOME sort of pleasure to be gained from it.

They just ain’t ready to open up, pardon the pun.

A woman who likes a man to run his fingers in between her toes may not get a hi-five from those who are afraid of toes but you can at least appreciate that foot play DOES have some turn-on capabilities.

Obviously, those are two examples of extremes of little things but they vary from person-to-person.

Funny thing about little things is that the best time they happen is when the person doing them doesn’t realise that they are doing it.

Watching her bend over to get something out of a cupboard and the top of her panties peek out. Not a whole string, just the top.

A little frill from the top of a pair of purple French knickers.

Running her hands through her hair, clearing her face and sighing heavily while closing her eyes. She looks like she’s drifting away for a moment.

Am I the only one who wants to get into her space, steal her breath and be inches away from her when she opens her eyes?

Little things that happen outside the bedroom live in your memory when you get into the bedroom.

You remember last week when you watched her spray perfume on her neck as you now lick behind her ear and she hums like an old negro spiritual.

She’s riding you so hard, it’s like she’s trying to erase you from existence and all you can think about is when you watched her randomly putting her panties on, sliding them over her calves, sliding them up her thighs and POPPING over the caboose…

 

CHOO CHOO!!!

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo…. I’ve got a good one.

Watching her eat or drink something.

Oh yeah… I’m gonna go into this one…

Make it clear how a small turn on becomes a large, humongous, back-cracking burden.

Your sitting in front of him.

Your out or at home, your choice.

Let’s say your out.

There is food or drink in front of you.

Let’s make it some alcohol.

Something you’ve never tried before but always wanted to.

You pick up the glass, you look at it, analyse the colour, get close so you can smell its essence.

ALREADY, he’s watching you.

The way you hold the glass, how your eyes wonder at the mystery in front of you, the sweet sin across your face as you like what your nose inhales.

He’s picturing how you’ll hold his dick, how you’ll look at it and analyse it before you suck it, the way you smile just before you give him your ‘tried-and-tested’, make-em-buss-quick-not-to-be-messed-with head game.

And you haven’t even sipped it yet.

The first sip is the first lick.

The savour of the flavour is the moment she looks up with eyes that say, “I’m taking this dick to school,” just before deep-throating.

The swallow, followed by the appreciation of each and every ingredient, is the moment after the first lick and suck. And she looks at him like, “If you can’t handle that, then THIS is gonna kill ya!”

  • A woman’s walk
  • Being on a train or bus and she’s holding a rail and her shape defines right in front of you
  • Adjusting her bra strap
  • Brushing fluff from her thighs
  • Turning to face you with a look of, “What did you say?”
  • Biting her lips
  • Washing plates and dancing to herself
  • Licking her lips
  • Listening to her SLOW JAM and watching her gentle she becomes with herself
  • Breathing in general
  • Doing ANYTHING in oversized tracksuit bottoms, a t-shirt or vest and a headtie

 

Like I said before, little things are everywhere for everyone. They take any shape, happen at any time and arouse and entertain in the moan of an orgasm.

We enjoy them in the office, on the way to work, at the club, in the supermarket, while at church and everywhere else.

Little pleasures that start trains of thought in your head that get saved in your mental roladex for those stolen moments when you say to yourself, “Remember when she was tired the other day and stretched and her booty-to-back ratio popped out? That was nice.”

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