I see myself walking through a dark alley, perhaps going in the back way to our apartment. My husband is at home waiting for me to return from a night out with the girls...
As I'm walking slowly into the alley, the brick street is damp with dew as it is only about 40 degrees outside after a day of unexpected heat with the temperature reaching almost 90. There is only one light in the alley that casts a ghastly yellow shadow on the left side of the apartment building. In this light, I am reminded of the many, many movies I have seen in which someone is murdered or raped in this kind of place and I begin to shiver, though it isn't completely from fear or the chilly weather.
Secretly I have always fantasized about a role play *rape* where I am the victim. As I'm thinking of this I hear a scratching noise and freeze where I stand. Within a moment I realize that it only a cat or a mouse scrounging around for its dinner.
As I begin my trek once more, my mind again wonders to previous thoughts of being *raped*. Though the thought excites me, it also somewhat frightens me, for what if the person who plays this role out isn't someone I can trust not to injure me in ways I can't recover from. But I can't let that thought stand in the way of my fantasy, for this fantasy plays across my mind in most instances where I am masturbating. This thought causes a dampness in the crotch of my jeans and I grin, for I know that my husband will be ready to taste that moistness when I get home.
All of a sudden the breath is knocked from my lungs and I realize that I am pinned on the ground and not able to move. I am in shock and scared to death as I realize that my fantasy may be coming true, but not in a role play sense. As I try to scream and thrash about, I know that the person atop me is a male, not extremely large, but strong and solid.
I can feel his hardness pressing at my butt cheeks and though I am scared witless, I find myself dampening at the feel of his manliness. He has strong hands and is holding my arms against the brick street so that I can't reach behind me.
I feel his muscular leg spreading my legs with little to no effort and once again I fight the urges rising within me. I want this to stop but I want this to proceed just as much, I only fear that I will be physically hurt beyond my wildest expectations.