He asks you over for dinner sometime, and you think "Why not?" You've been chatting online for a while, and he seems like a normal human being; not creepy or overly pushy. He's polite, articulate, funny. You agree, and a few evenings later you find yourself knocking at his door. He welcomes you into his home with a smile. He's making dinner for you and you chat while he finishes up. His place is clean, he's got some chill Spotify playlist on, the mood is relaxed. Dinner is good and the conversation is natural and engaging. There's some chemistry there. He's has some nerdy/fatherly vibes going on, but it's cute. After dinner you move to the couch and talk some more. Then he kisses you, full on the lips, hand on your thigh. You tense up immediately. It's been a decent evening so far, but nothing's preceded this advance; you haven't been overly flirty, you haven't made any hints or invitation that you'd be open to this. You pull away, and scramble to push his hand off your leg. You start to stand up, making some comment about needing to leave, but he rises between you and the door and shoves you back down -- "Where the fuck do you think *you're* going?" You open your mouth to protest but then he slaps your face and your mind turns to static. "Think you can just be a cocktease all evening and walk out when you want?" he growls. He slaps you again, your face and then your tits. "The night is young, cunt. Get on your fucking knees..."

(Hi there! Looking for someone to share the above scenario (and its continuation) with me. Looking for IRL, not just Online. We will discuss safe words and limits beforehand and I will enthusiastically provide aftercare. I'm just under 6', 200lbs, not unattractive. Can trade pics on request. I'm aware of the difference between consensually acting out a fantasy and committing sexual assault, and I'm looking for the former, not the latter. Thanks for reading.)