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My First Rape.🖤

A story by @nastytiaa21. Stories are tagged #nastytiaa

** WARNING: EXTREME RAPE & VIOLENCE FANTASY IF YOU ARE OFFENDED EASILY OR UNDER 18 DO NOT READ **

I was rubbing my pussy and edging all night and came up with a fictional rape story. This story is not related to or about any actual person or real life situation and is fantasy. It’s a little long because it’s apart of a longer project. Please give me some feedback and excuse grammar errors. And thank you for supporting your favorite slut😘😘

“I don’t know if I should go Keisha. I really want to stay in tonight.”

“Stay in and do what? Drink wine, binge Netflix and cry a river over your ex? As usual?” Keisha did have a point. Ever since my ex boyfriend left me for an instagram bimbo whore a month bth ago, I’ve been spending my weekends crying on my couch and eating ice cream. 💔 I could get out and live a little. “Alright girl. I’ll meet you at 11.”

I showered, lathered myself in my favorite hibiscus lotion and rose petal perfume before picking out my outfit for the night. A tight red halter dress that fit my body like a glove, showcasing my juicy thick ass and 34D tits. I straightened my naturally kinky hair and it hung past my shoulders. I did my makeup, threw on the highest heels and was ready to go. 💃🏾💇🏾‍♀️👠

I did a 360 spin in the mirror and bent over to wiggle my ass. My dress was so short that my pussy would peak out at the slightest bend. This was a far cry from my usual tomboy style. Since guys like my ex loved sluts so much, I’m going to be one tonight.😈Besides, I had been cooped up for so long I’d almost forgot how sexy I am underneath all the depression. 😍😍

We finally get to the overcrowded Hip Hop club and 2 step our way to the bar. The loud music, cheap weaves and cheap cologne reminded exactly why I didn’t want to come in the first place. Dude after dude sent drinks or shot their shot either Keisha or I. And I couldn’t blame them for trying-we were the hottest girls in the club. But there were either too ugly, too broke, too, Bad breathe, etc. A tall light skin brother bought Keisha a drink and spit some retired pick up line, whisking her onto the dance floor. 🤦🏾‍♀️

This left me standing in the middle of the dance floor awkwardly. I scanned the room and that’s when my eyes landed on him. He was really tall, about 6’4” and tattoos graffitied all over his Cinnamon shaded skin. His waves spun deeply in a low cut Caesar and his juicy lips were surrounded by a neatly trimmed beard. His light brown eyes had me mesmerized and I couldn’t believe it when they locked with mine. He started slowly yet cooly walking towards me. I wanted to be his slut tonight, no doubts about it. 😻😻

He walked up, leaned in and his deep voice beemed into my ear and slapped my ass. “Dance. Now.” In an authoritative tone. Normally, I would spazz tf out on a a dude, let alone a stranger, for invading my personal space and being so damn rude. But for some reason, I found myself obeying this rude man and seductively twerking my ass on the print of his dick. I felt like I had something to prove so I worked my ass, making my asscheeks pop in every direction and touching my toes with the skill of a Houston stripper. Men began to stare at my exposed pussy while I danced on him.

I felt his bulge grow and he reached in front of my dress and began playing with my clit. He had his other hand massaging my left tit. He still had yet to introduce himself but the jolts of pleasure going up my spine told me to just go with the flow and keep grinding on his fingers. He slipped a finger inside me and began working my dripping pussy.💧💧 Now both men and women were watching and some even took out their phones to record. 🎥i didn’t care. I just didn’t want him to stop-I needed this. I leaned back against his broad chest and lean six pack and threw my head into his neck ecstasy. I inhaled his Tom Ford cologne as my legs began to shake. He finger fucked my pussy harder, taking breaks to pinch and pull my clit every few seconds. I couldn’t take it and I squirted all over myself right in the middle of the dance floor. 🌊🌊

Instantly, guilt and shame consumed me. I know I said I wanted to be a slut tonight but I didn’t mean no wild shit like this. I turned to him apologetically and spoke into his ear. “I ..um.. usually don’t do stuff like this. I’m trying get over a really bad break—“ he walks away mid sentence and disapears into the crowd, without so much as a goodbye or anything. I stand there with my cum running down my legs into a small puddle between my stilettos with a stumped look on my face. How fucking rude! “Dickhead!” I scream out loud. 😡🤬🖕🏾🖕🏾

Getting played by the cutie in front of everyone had bruised my ego and fucked up my attitude. So I found Keisha, pulled her from her dude and told her I was ready to go. She dropped me off at my building. Something felt especially eerie as my high heels clicked toward my apartment door.Im drunk so it’s takes me a few minutes but I finally put my key in the lock and open the door—a strong presence punches me in the back of the head and I land face down on my living room floor. A gloved hand tightly grips my neck and the other groping my tits and fondling my pussy. Fear paralyzed my limbs and panic clouded my thoughts. My bladder gave out as a piss pooled beneath me. Tears stream down my face. No amount Law & Order SVU episodes could prepare me for this. He was too strong for my 5’2” frame to fight off. There was no way to escape. 😢😩😨

He slaps me while applying more pressure to his big hand wrapped around my skinny neck. He’s flicking my clit with his index finger quickly and though I feel like I’m about to pass out I kinda like the sensation. I felt life slipping from my body but at least I was about to go with my pussy being pet🤷🏾‍♀️ I had already accepted I wasn’t going to make it out of this alive.My lips start to quiver as they turn purple. This is it. I think to myself. I begin praying silently and he lets go of my neck just in time. Then, I hear his belt unbuckle.

“Please.. don’t.. do.. this.” I gasp for air as I speak. “You.. can… take.. my…money… please.. just.. don’t.” He ignores my pleas and I feel his hard dick position at the entry of my slit. To my surprise I was dripping wet. How could my body betray me like this? I didn’t want this. Or did I ?

I still begged him to stop but this time in a lower tone. He easily slid all 12 inches of raw dick into my tight pussy mercilessly. He pulled all the way out and plunged back in repeatedly with speed and precision, holding an animalistic rhythm . He was fucking like he just did a 10 year bid in jail. I screeched feeling his girth glide against the deepest of my walls. I had never felt anything like this. My cries of pain turned into cries of pleasure. Very quickly ‘Stop, Please don’t do this’ turned to ‘Please don’t stop fucking me.’😈🍆💦🙈

He replied by slapping me so hard that my head banged into the hard word floor beneath me and my nose created a puddle of blood beneath me. I felt his dick grow harder inside me and his stroke speed up to 1000 at the sight of my blood. I was willing to though any torture to keep feeling this dick stroke me.👊🏾🤛🏾🤕

That was until he grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table nearby. “Please..no..” I begged. I didn’t know what he was going to do with the bottle but I knew it was going to hurt. With no warning he shoves it in my ass with no lube. My dry, tight little ass feel like it’s being split in 2. The pain is unnbearable. However I can still feel his big dick in my pussy while he’s raping my asshole with the wine bottle. And that feels good. The bottle is stretching my ass too wide. I cry and receive WAP! to the face from his thick leather belt, this one busting my lip.

He continues to fuck me and use his free hand to slap, punch and spit on my head, and back over and over. The harder he hits me the wetter my pussy gets wet. I feel blood oozing from my asshole and down onto my pussy from being used by the glass bottle. The blood excites him again and this time I feel him grind his teeth as his dick tenses up. “Who’s the dickhead now little bitch?” He says in a deep voice. It was him 😍 He blasted a thick creamy load right inside my sore pussy while he beat my ass. I couldn’t move due to the overwhelming feelings of both pain and euphoria. I can’t stand another moment of this trying to convince myself that this wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had. Everything goes black…..🖤

I wake up the next morning and I’m still on the same spot, faced down on the living floor. My red dress is at my ankles. Flash backs of last night dance in my mind and I look touch my pussy and I feel a thick long rope of cum dripping out of it. A few feet away is the bloody wine bottle. I’m kinda happy I lost consciousness and just let him have his way with me. I hope he comes back. I couldn’t believe I actually got raped. And fuck, it loved every second of it.😍😍👅👅

Clitoral Stimulation During Labor

I have had a couple of questions about my use of clitoral stimulation as coping mechanism during labor.  While it is a coping mechanism, for me it’s much more than that.  To me labor and birth are the collimation of sex - it’s the ultimate outcome of sex.  You are, through your body, giving independent life to a child created by an act of love - sex that is.  To me labor and birth are incredibly sexual events.  Clitoral stimulation is only natural - it’s the way for your body to release the tension of labor in a most natural, beautiful, and enjoyable way.

I used clitoral stimulation during each of my three homebirths.  During the last one I think I has about 6 orgasms.  So how did I do it?  Well, I either pleasured myself, or (the better way!) either my husband or my midwife “assisted”.

When I pleasured myself, I pictured my body opening up.  I thought of the baby forcing me open and stretching me wide. I pictured the baby passing through my vagina - my birth canal - and stretching my labia in a painfully but oh so pleasurable burn. I rubbed my clit, and as I realized that soon I would be giving birth.  The orgasms were amazing.

Even better, though, was my husband or my midwife stimulating me.  I would lay back, with my eyes closed, and experience the sensations.  This was part of the labor process - the people closest to me helping me relax and open my body. These were the best orgasms. During my last homebirth (the twins) my husband was wearing a pair of gym shorts (I was naked) and I could see his erection as he rubbed my clit.  OMG I wanted to fuck him right then! The ones by my midwife were even more intense than the ones by my husband.  I loved her touch.  There is something taboo, even ethically questionable, about he touch at the time but to me it was pure beauty. Yes, I had been intimate with her before the labors but this was different. The raw sexuality of her touch match with the pure sexuality of labor. I am getting myself so wet right now just thinking of it. MMMM.

Of course clitoral stimulation during labor may not be for everyone. It’s almost impossible or at least difficult to do during a hospital birth because of the lack of privacy. However, another good method (that you can do at the hospital) is simple kissing and touching.  Human touch and affection are so calming during labor, and really make for better birth experience.So open your mind, explore your body, and enjoy your birth!

Imagine: Morning Birth

Imagine you've been laboring all night while your husband sleeps beside you. You're hugely pregnant, overdue even, and you start feeling contractions before you go to sleep. You decide to wait until things progress a little, able to breathe through the pain as it ebbs and flows throughout the night. You toss and turn, maybe get up to walk around your house and labor by yourself. You try to get some sleep, sometimes on the bed and sometimes on the couch, in between walking slowly and rocking your hips.

Imagine you feel the heaviness in your belly move lower and lower, until it feels like a watermelon is lodged in your pelvis. You breathe heavily now, panting with each contraction and wondering when you should wake up your husband. You make yourself some coffee, waddling onto your back porch to enjoy the sunrise while you labor. You bring a towel just in case.

Imagine sitting in your favorite rocking chair, rocking though the intensifying contractions, moaning softly and breathing ragged. Come on, come on, something has to give. This baby is so heavy you can barely walk, you have to be able to push soon.

You decide to take a shower to ease the pain, passing your still-sleeping husband on your way to the bathroom. You're thankful one of you has gotten rest before what's about to happen.

Imagine closing the bathroom door behind you and climbing into your shower to let the warm water run down your back. Oh, God, that feels so much better. Your hips ache from carrying the weight of your child, so you squat in an effort to relieve some of the pressure. Imagine the warmth seeping into your back from the shower as another contraction hits you. Ohhh, and this one hurts so much you let out a gentle moan. You grip your belly, unable to see your vagina to see how close you are to delivering but feeling how warm and tight it feels under your hands. The pressure is so great….until it isn't.

Imagine the gush of your water breaking, the gasp of surprise as all that pressure is relieved in an instant. Your belly feels softer for a bit, in between contractions. Feel how much water is pouring out of you, know that you're almost ready. You finish rinsing off and turn off the water, drying off and grabbing some fresh towels before climbing into bed beside your husband.

You face away from him, lying on your side with a pillow between your legs to let you rest without impeding the baby's progress. You try to get some rest in between contractions, breathing deeply. It feels so much better now that your waters broke, you can feel the baby moving towards your cervix.

A contraction hits you, and you squirm against the pressure building up again in your hips. You breathe heavily, your belly heaving and round. Something tells you to prop up your leg while you lay on your side. This opens up your hips to make more room, your baby moving through your body slowly with each contraction.

Imagine your husband gently waking up behind you. You're spooning in bed, his hand lazily stroking your middle, oblivious to what's happening right now. Imagine moving his hand down to the bulge forming between your legs, the baby's head filling your birth canal in between contractions. That's it, feel me push into your hand, love.

Imagine your husband suddenly awake, about to panic, until you reassure him everything is fine and that the baby's almost here. So you lie on your side, your husband spooning you from behind and holding up your leg to help you, and start pushing.

You reach down, huffing and puffing through the burning in your pussy as the head crowns.

"Keep going, you're so strong. Keep pushing," your husband whispers in your ear. You let out a little cry after a hard push, the head filling your hands until it fully emerges.

"The h-head is out…f-feel," you pant, catching your breath to prepare for the next contraction. Your husband, still holding your leg back, slowly adjusts position to reach down with his other hand.

"Oh my God, you're doing incredible," he murmurs, holding up the head of his child hanging out from between your legs. It's huge, the baby must be at least eight pounds.

Imagine your husband looking down at the sight of you, lying languidly in your bed, stomach hard and low, panting heavily at the enormous pressure in your tenderest areas. The sight of his baby hanging out of his beautiful, birthing wife is too much and he leans down to kiss you, planting kisses on your forehead when your breathing quickens at the start of another contraction.

Imagine burying your face into your pillow, drawing your legs back, and pushing as hard as you can. You're covered in sweat now, the hardest part of your labor almost over. You husband holds your leg with one hand, staring down at you mesmerized. This baby is huge, but it's sliding out of you a little at a time, your pushes coming one on top of another now.

Imagine it's time. Spread your legs a bit wider, and push. Puuuush. Imagine your partner exclaiming in delight, but you're too focused on giving birth to register what he's saying. He reaches down to cradle the head and body as the rest wriggles out of you.

Imagine your partner holding your freshly-born baby and kissing you fiercely, telling you he can't wait to watch you do that again.

“You couldn’t keep charge, could you?”

Pairing: Sub!Namjoon x Switch!reader (domme leaning) 

Description: When Y/N first met Namjoon, he insisted that it was up to him to take charge in the bedroom. When they begin those bedroom activities, it is quickly proven that Joon is all bark and no bite, which leaves room for y/n to rightfully take control from him

Contains: penetration, degradation, choking, finger sucking, nipple play, hair pulling (female receiving at first), confusion, daddy kink

A/n: so……I’m having a bit of a writers surge moment and I’m here for it. Also, I’m having a bit of a sub!Namjoon moment so please bear with me. I hope you guys enjoy this! It’s only a small Drabble anyway

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Sounds of skin smacking against skin filled the shared bedroom of y/n and Namjoon. Joon pounded into y/n as best he knew how, eliciting small sounds out of the woman in front of him. Though his cock was big and usually had his past partners screaming, y/n wouldn’t let up. Nothing he did made her twitch or moan louder at all.

Namjoon grabbed her tresses and began pulling them, exchanging his moderate speed for a faster one, hoping this would make Y/n mewl.

She did nothing of the sort.

“Is that all you’ve got, daddy?” Y/n teased, making Joons face contort. Deep down, he felt a twinge in his ego. Namjoon knew her calling him daddy didn’t feel right. Honestly, it didn’t feel right when anyone called him that in bed.

Joons pace slowed. None of this felt right.

“Why’d you stop, daddy? I thought I was being a good little slut for you? ”

Y/n got up from her position and faced him, her fake doe eyes trapping Namjoon. The man was absorbed within a realm of disorientation. Something about y/n eyes left him muddled. Once again, this didn’t feel right.

Namjoon watched as she stood up in the bed, the height of the bed in combination with her long legs making her shadow engulf him. She towered over him.

“You couldn’t keep charge, could you?”

Her hands trailed up his chest, then circled around his neck, constricting his airways ever so slightly. Namjoon let out a yelp. Y/n pressed her lips against his, her tongue dominating his hot mouth.

Namjoon uncontrollably moaned into her own mouth, his true submissive side taking over and replacing his fake dominant nature. Everything felt right. All of it felt good.

Y/N pulled away from the sloppy kiss, devilishly smirking at Namjoons innocent eyes. From one moment to the next, Namjoon was flipped onto the bed, with y/n resuming her throne, right where his hard dick was.

“Say it Joonie. Who’s you’re daddy?”

Y/N bounced up on down on Namjoons cock, making his moans fill the room. She played with his sensitive nipples, causing his dick twitch inside of her. Her other hand wrapped itself around his neck, the pressure pleasuring him in a way he couldn’t manage to create on his own. He struggled to find the answer to her question, his mind clouded.

“Well, slut? Tell me.”

“You!” He screamed. Y/n smiled as she shoved her fingers in his mouth. Namjoon began choking and gagging on them, making the blood rush to his dick even more. He was so close now, he wouldn’t stop twitching.

“That’s right, Joonie. Know your place.”

I respect men who show me they don’t give a fuck about my boundaries or my dignity in small everyday things. Slap my ass, everytime I walk by. Laugh when I tell you to stop. When you see me eating a meal, come and look me in the eye while, you jerk off into my food. Drop things for me to pick up. Pull my boobs out, when I’m trying to talk about something important. Casually spit in my face. Piss on me while I’m asleep. Show me that disrespecting me, is no big deal to you and I will admire you deeply.

Pretty Woman Attoye Au

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