This has been a part of my life for nearly 2 decades. But the most memorable aspects are the rarity events. So go back with me, to a time way back in the beginning. At 24 I was stable in my career, dating a newly graduated 18 year old who was a sexual submissive. Enjoying life. But there was still that part I enjoyed most. Hunting prey. Of course this was before the easy use of apps and reddit to find willing targets. This was the age of message boards and hard work. My best friend, the computer guy, he showed me the basic boards, where you can chat and message and discuss fantasy. But reality, that takes some work to find online. So after a few years, at 24 I'd finally found it.

She was in her early 20s as well. And though she often changed her names and used different descriptions, I began to notice the patterns. Then she made a mistake. She mentioned a restaurant I knew. Once that was out there, I reread the old post. References made generically suddenly helped narrow an area down. So, suddenly I found myself stopping in the town more and more. Dates with the girlfriend we're suddenly popping up here all the time. All the while I kept reading.

It's funny, but for those that really want to be sought out, the slips they make, so innocuous yet so meaningful. Each new story, each new name giving me a piece to put the puzzle together. Then the big slip up. That jacket. The one she mentioned, so distinct and so unique. There on a chair back. Of course, boarders, someone who loves writing will also love to read right? And look at her, almost like a character that was scripted. The oversized flannel, the flaired jeans, the obviously hot topic back pack purse all covered in pins and buttons. Her frizzy curly blonde hair. She was small, made even smaller with her over large outfit. But of course, for the time she was one of the many mall girls you see, yet here she was alone in a book store. I spent an hour watching her flit around, grabbing books and then putting them back, pausing to read bits here and there. Then finally making her way out.

I followed her of course. One does not just leave a target to its own when finally found. Of course there was the stop at Claire's, the inevitable delay at hot topic, and thankfully the stop at sabbaro. I miss that pizza. But eventually moving on, and out to her car. Luckily same lot. So after a moment, the decision was made. I followed. Short trip, but thankfully not a crowded area.

There it is, her home. Now, how to play this? I wish I could say I spent months planning the perfect set up. I wish I could have some great ending to this tale. Sadly all I have is dumb luck. The garage opened, and a car suddenly found itself blocked in by her. So after a minute of honking, out she comes, short shorts showing off perfect legs, a spaghetti strap top showing off curves previously hidden. Quickly she moved her car and I watched the couple inside wave as they drove away. Looking back I saw her walking back inside, her hips swaying with each step, that body calling out like a lure.

They left the garage door up. Why are people so naive about the dark side of reality? I had to take the chance. Good idea it turned out. Quick check once inside, no alarm, no dog. Carpet wall to wall, a blessing in silence. The music told me where she was. Quick and quiet I approached. The door was open so I slowly peeked in. The sound of keys being pushed told me she was preoccupied. Her back was to me, and she was focused on her screen as she typed busily away. Moving quickly I grabbed the shirt that was on the bed and threw it over her. Grabbing her over the mouth I whispered harshly to shut up as her scream was cut off. She complied. Pulling her off the chair I dragged her to the bed and threw her on it. Grabbing the first thing I could find I tied her wrist back. That done I stepped back to take in everything. Looking at the computer I realized she was on the board. Writing it seemed a new tale of force and sexual conquest. The evil part of me clicked a few words. "Sorry, will update later, about to get raped for real." And I posted it.

Turning back to her I saw she had been trying to untie herself. Quickly I stopped that. With no hesitation I pulled those shorts down. She struggled, but soon they were on the floor. Her naked bottom was just too inviting so I slapped it hard, making her still instantly. I rolled her over and looked at my prize. A golden curly landing strip decorating an already wet cleft. As I moved onto the bed the struggle began again. As soon as the telltale sound of my belt being undone she froze. The zipper was loud as it came down. I stopped there, just looking down at her, my hardness just waiting to take her.

"DO IT. RAPE ME. please." The last was almost a choked whisper.

I did. I used her for a quick bit. She was tight and she was wet. And when I came in her, it was heaven. I loosened her wrist, and bolted when I was done. I got away quick. That was insanity, no planning no thought, just a quick rape and run.

A couple days later I see a new post up. "A letter to my rapist" It was a nice depiction of the event from her perspective. But the best part was the request for a repeat at the end.

Some days I wish I had taken up her offer.