You are a strong-willed and confident woman.
You are educated and smart, having read and studied at least a bit of feminist theory in school. You assert yourself at work or school and don't appreciate (or stand up for) sexist, bro-ish behavior, and have largely been successful in school and at work setting your own rules and living by them.
However...
There are times when you let your mind roam . . .
You think about . . . being forced to service all the men in your office. Being stripped and hogtied to the conference room table as men take their turns on you, fucking you until your pussy is sore and leaking with cum.
You think about . . . being pulled by two men into a stall of a bathroom in a crowded bar. You fall to your knees and find yourself alternatively sucking off each of them, allowing them to use your mouth as roughly as they want to.
You think about . . . being fondled on a crowded subway train, finding yourself powerless against a hand that starts on your hip, moves confidently to your ass, and then under your skirt, caressing your bare inner thigh. You know you should move, but you can't, you don't, you won't.
You think about . . . scenarios far darker as well, scenarios that make you blush, and feel hot and aroused. These could involve scenarios with men with whom you don't see eye-to-eye politically. For some reason, at this moment, the thought of them makes you tingle, just a bit.
It's like there's a side of you, one that rarely gets to come out.
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