It's a hell of a thing living in the gray space. Wanting something and fearing it. Being repulsed by it and needing it. The intensity of it and the horrific reality behind it. The struggle between our needs and finding a healthy outlet. For both Predator and prey.

As a Predator something about a helpless woman just thrills me. I see a body to bruise and a throat to choke. I see a victim I'm going to take. It’s not about how she dresses or if she is teasing, I’m more interested in the vulnerability. There is a certain vibe that comes with that kind of vulnerability. And it’s intoxicating. We are creatures of lust and some are naturally victims.

It comes down to this, I’m bigger, stronger and I can (and will) take what I want. I love knowing my victim is entirely under my control. That I've given myself over to pure lust. But it’s not all force is it? There is the older man in a position of authority. The inherent power imbalance and the abuse of trust. The subtle manipulation to get what I want.

And what do you want? Play thing, rape toy, free use slut, princess... Whatever you want to call yourself. You are a complex individual, and you are an object for pleasure. You have your own wants and needs, and you are an object for pleasure. You are a great many things, but you will also always be an object for pleasure meant to be overpowered and used. Your body was built to be used and have pleasure taken from it.

I’ve been asked what I would do if I didn't have any morals. I have morals; I don't find anything immoral about using you the way you were meant to be used. A door is meant to be opened, and a slut is meant to be filled. If the door is stuck, you use force. The same is true for sluts. It may be terrifying at first, but you shouldn't be afraid to fulfill your purpose.

We both know you are powerless. That’s why you are here. Give in to the inevitable. You may fight but your body wants it. You can't change what you are. You can try to fight it, but you will lose. You can try to fight me, but you will lose. Your body knows it needs to be raped. You crave it even when you don't want it.

That's where I come in. To take from you what you want to give.

For all of that…in the end I'm conflicted. In real life I'm generally considered a sweet and kind person. No one would believe this side of me. I consider myself a service top and believe strongly in Safe, Sane, and Consensual. The only way this really works is if both parties are able to fully trust each other.

Perhaps it sounds less exciting. And I'm certainly rougher in fantasy than the real world. But in reality when you are being held down while you say no and struggling, begging me not to rape you as I push inside you is still so very hot.

Here are some of my favorite scenarios: Home invasion: What I love most about home invasion is that you will be surrounded by your own things, in a place you used to feel safe. Even better if there's a mirror to hold you in front of. I want you to see your face as I take what's mine.

Date rape: You can't believe this is happening (again?). The date was going well. The chemistry was there. You didn't want to go too far too fast, but what could be the harm in inviting me up to your place? I seemed like a safe choice.

It looks like your judgement isn't as good as you thought. Which wou will discover when I want to escalate past making out and you tell me to stop. I'm not going to whine or try to guilt you into it. I'm just going to take what's mine.

Jogging: You know to be aware of dangers when you are out running. But you can't help it, once you hit the zone the only thing going through your mind is the music and the run. It's the moment I've been watching for.

Housekeeper/Gardener: You are just trying to do your job. It starts with an inappropriate remark. Which turns into touching, and then groping. How could you know you would be in the home of a predator?

Drive share: A drive share trip that ends being driven to a secluded location? Or did I just use the gig to get the addresses of unsuspecting prey?

Religious: Am I your youth pastor? The priest at your Parrish. An Elder in your Ward? So many possibilities. So much naughty fun.

Somnophilia: The trick is going slow at first. Light touching. Making sure you don't wake up. Not yet. See how deep a sleeper you are. Gently pull the panties to the side. Rest my hand on top of your pussy. Feel the warmth. Feel you starting to get wet. I watch you stir, but not waken. Eventually I will start rubbing, getting you wetter and wetter. I will keep going until you are wet enough for my fingers. One...then two...then a third.

Unless you wake up any time before and then I will cover your mouth with one hand and pound your pussy with the other.

Forced oral: Does receiving oral make you uncomfortable? I would love licking your little pussy while you struggle and squirm.