I'd like to be a safe space for you, someone you talk to about everything. Make you dependent on me and take advantage of you. I'd like to get inside your mind. Be your best friend, your confidante, your companion. And then I'd like to use that position and trust against you, to control and abuse you.

I'll wait until you're in a vulnerable state. Comforting you at the end of a long day gone wrong, or just giving you a listening ear to work through your anxieties and emotions. That's when I'll push myself on you. Perhaps we'll be sitting on the couch, and I'll slowly but firmly push you down on it. You'll be surprised at first. Confused. And then I'll start to pull away your clothes...gently, of course. And you'll realize what I was doing, and tell me no, that's not what you want. Trusting me to stop, to listen...but of course I won't. Not that I'll be violent, I'll just keep going. I'll talk to you calmly. Tell you it's okay.

"Shhh. It's all right. It's just me." Leaning over you, my weight half on you, pinning you on the couch. As I move your panties to the side and slip my fingers into you.

And that's when you start crying, silently. Just tears, no sobs. As I uncover your tits and take my cock out of my pants. I'm still gentle, but I don't listen as you're whispering for me to stop. You're crying not only because of the betrayal, but because you know that nothing is really going to change between us after this. You're still going to need me. You're still going to trust me.

We're probably never going to talk about it. We're going to pretend it didn't happen.

As I'm pushing my cock inside you, I'll tell you how good you feel, how right and good this is, and how safe you are with me, how I'd never hurt you. And you even half-believe me, in the moment. Or, at least if you don't, you'll let it happen anyway.

And part of you will enjoy it, too. Your body will react. I'll point out how wet you are, how your nipples turn hard under my tongue. "See how much you like it?"

When you orgasm, I'll stroke your hair and kiss your forehead and tell you how wonderful you are before I resume using you. Slowly...tenderly even. Lovingly.

But how can you rape lovingly? That's what you'll ask yourself, in the small hours of the night, when you let yourself think about it again, replay it in your mind...and touch yourself to the memory.

If you ask me, I'll say you didn't fight back. You didn't really try to stop me. Because you wanted it too, and you enjoyed it. You came on my cock, after all.

But for now, I'll cum deep inside you, moaning in your ear, and I'll hold you close as the last of it drips out of me into you. I'll stroke your back and tell you how much I'd needed that. I'll thank you, as if it were your idea. As if you'd given consent.

And we'll go on together as if it never happened. Until the next time it does.

(Hi there! Looking for someone to share the above scenario (or similar) with me. Looking for IRL, not just online. 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. 

I'm 5'11", 215lbs, with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beard. Happy to trade pics upon request. I'm caring, creative, polite, playful, and perverse. DDF, with recent test results. I enjoy a wide variety of kinks, including bondage, impact play, light sadism, CNC, degradation, humiliation, orgasm control/denial, forced orgasms, rough oral, anal, and petplay, among others. I also love cuddling, co-sleeping, and aftercare. I love planning out fun scenes, communicating about what we want it to be like beforehand, and talking about it together afterwards. Hope to hear from you!)