For a while now, I've thought the idea of being raped is hot. The idea of somebody forcing their way into me sends tingles through my body. I've had sex plenty of times, but nobody's ever raped me. Most girls would consider themselves lucky for that, and I guess I have been, but I'm always left wondering what it feels like to be forced into sex. For some reason, I just think it would be great.
My friends have told me their stories about getting sexually harassed or assaulted, and while I feel bad for them, part of me is a little jealous. One of my thoughts is almost always, "Why couldn't that have been me?" The most a guy's ever done without my consent is grab my ass.
I don't know what I'm doing wrong either, I wear all the revealing outfits they tell me not to. I get drunk around strangers, walk alone at night, and I'm hot as hell to boot. I'm still in my early 20s. I have a cute face, E cup boobs, hips for days with a slim waist and long blonde hair. I'm a knockout! Why AREN'T guys trying to have their way with me?! On top of that, I'm a real tease. I'm always grinding my ass against someone whenever I get the chance, bending over as much as possible, biting my lip, pressing my boobs together, stuff like that. A few times I even grabbed some guy's dick without asking. If I were a guy, I'd have fucked me whether I said yes or not.
Whether I liked it or not, one day, my dream finally came true. I was walking alone at night on my way back home from the movies. My friend offered me a ride home, but I told her I'd walk. I was wearing a brown crop top with long sleeves and black leggings. Needless to say, no bra or panties. If I didn't pull it down every 4 seconds, you could see the bottom part of my boobs peeking out under the shirt. There's a short path that goes through some woods that not many people know about, anyone who does definitely isn't taking it at midnight. I take it often, almost exclusively at midnight. I've only seen somebody here once at this hour in the 4 years I've been taking it. It's probably the best spot I know to rape someone.
Regardless, I did my usual routine. I made it very loud and clear when I refused the ride that I would be walking home alone. I walked slowly into the woods, letting everyone see the path I took, my hips swaying and butt bouncing with every step.
The path was decently lit, the city keeps a few lamp posts on it even though nobody uses it. The path itself has asphalt along the whole thing and isn't super long. It takes me about 25 minutes to get off it and onto the road near my house.
I walk slowly, letting anyone behind me have an easy chance to catch up. It's quiet at night, a few animals make noises in the background, but the only sound nearby is the sound of my footsteps hitting the asphalt. All I had on me was a small purse with a wallet and my apartment key.
It took a few minutes but eventually I notice it. A second pair of footsteps close behind me! I look closely and a few seconds after passing the next lamp post, I see a shadow coming from behind me. My heart started racing. After dreaming of this for so long, it looked like the moment might finally be here. I had to stay calm, this still wasn't a guarantee, he could just be somebody walking the same path.
I decided to make an all or nothing bet. I was hoping whoever it was had already made up their mind. I pretended to drop my purse, so I'd have an excuse to bend over and pick it up. Its contents spilled all over the ground and I started to grab them, very slowly. It gave the stranger a full view of my ass. I could feel the fabric of my leggings stretch thin, letting him see my ass through them.
"Please take the bait," I thought. Every second felt like an eternity as I heard his footsteps drawing closer. When I notice he's almost right behind me, I bring myself back up so he can have an easier time grabbing me. He did it! He grabbed me by the arms! I was ecstatic! I would have jumped for joy if it wouldn't have ruined the moment. He turned me around and pushed me onto the ground on my back.
I kind of recognized the guy... a little. Depending on how you define recognize. He was eyeing me as we walked out of the theater. Actually, come to think of it, he'd been eyeing me almost the whole night. He wouldn't have been my first choice, but I guess you don't get to pick your rapist. He was young, probably only a few years older than me, and a bit on the leaner side. He was fairly average looking, but I guess that's my fault for expecting whoever raped me to be a real hunk. Hunks can probably get girls without resorting to rape most of the time. I didn't care too much. He could've been hideous and I would have loved him more than anyone in the what he was about to do. My eyes darted straight down to his pelvis. I could see a nicely sized bulge had formed.
