I’m 6’0” tall, 150 lbs, very fit, and handsome. I’m a goofy creative type, successful at his day job, lucky in love, and even luckier with friends. No one would expect something like this out of me, which is why no one will believe you if you try to tell them about it

Let’s go on a date somewhere in your neighborhood. Never mind where I’m from. Everything will be comfortable, casual, easy, and breezy. We laugh at each other’s jokes. The wine flows. The mood is right. I want to hear everything about you. How long have you been in the neighborhood? What do you do? Where do you work? What are your hobbies? Where do you go to have fun? Your eyes sparkle as you tell me everything about yourself. I’m clearly paying attention. I’m clearly taking detailed mental notes. I must be very into you.

Let me walk you home or take the Uber with you. You can’t be so sure about men these days, after all. I’ll walk you to the door and kiss you good night. You don’t expect it when my foot stops the door from closing behind you. You expect it even less when I force it open. You look at me confused, hurt, and betrayed when I grab you by the hair. Your eyes widen when I cover your mouth and push you down to the floor.

I drag you somewhere more comfortable for me. Somewhere I’m sure no one will see or hear. Then I take it out. It’s big and hard, and you know what I’m going to make you do. You shake your head no. You almost cry out, but I slap you across the face. Once. Twice. Three times. I force my fingers into your mouth and make you open wide. Then comes my cock. I thrust you back against the wall so there’s no pulling away. No escape. And I use your throat like a sex toy. You slap my legs, begging without words for a breath. I’m not going to listen. It’s up to you to decide if it’s worth the fight.

When I’m through with your face, I force you down to the ground and hike up your dress/ tear your pants off. One hand forces your head to the floor. The other guides my cock into you. And I pump and pump and pump until we’re through.

Before I leave, I remind you that I know where you work. I know your friends. I know your hangouts. I know everything I need to make your life miserable, and I make you write down five email addresses or else I do something about that. I pocket the note and show you my phone. I’ve been recording everything.

From here on out, I stalk you, and if I find you, I take you and do whatever I like with you right then and there. Or else everyone on your email list gets tonight’s video.

I kiss you on the cheek and leave. It won’t be long before next time. Not long at all.

Message me with pics, age, and a little bit about yourself to make this dream come true