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It's been a long time since anything other than rape fantasies turned me on. I live in a small town and so acting out my fantasy is probably not going to happen, and I know sending an invitation to be raped out into the world is a very dangerous thing to do. But the more I think about the possibility that it could really happen, the hotter I get. The rush of adrenaline... the sinking feeling in my stomach, the terror and the certainty that at the last minute I would change my mind but it would be too late, the knowledge that I probably wouldn't climax if I really were raped, but I would somehow be even more satisfied in my body and soul... just thinking about it has me fantasizing as I walk down the street on some mundane errand that the words "rape this" are written on my ass for all the world to see.
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