I'm a virgin but I fantasize about being fucked hard every night. some nights I wonder what its liked to be raped.

I have constant fantasies about rape. Even in public I think of hypothetical scenarios involving the people around me. I had these sorts of fantasies as a young child in 1st grade about my teacher, I found her attractive even then, and I still do. I don't tell anyone about it for fear of what they would think. I have a girlfriend, but still have these thoughts, sometimes about her...

I am a 42 year old male. I often fantasize about raping my 15 year old son. I'm not gay but sometimes women just don't appeal to me.

I raped my ex-girlfriend,
after she broke up with me. She was already dating some other guy, but I got her alone on the pretext of returning her housekey. She protested and struggled, but what could she do, really? She's very petite, and I'm simply bigger and stronger than her.

Eventually, she gave in and relaxed. And when she did, a funny thing happened. She had a HUGE orgasm! Prior to that, she'd never orgasmed from intercourse.

I love the fact that I'm respondible for making her carry the shame of rape into her new relationship. She ended up marrying the guy, probably figuring that as a rape victim, she probably couldn't do any better than him. I also love the fact that her loser husband will never feel her vagina clenching orgasmically around his penis, like it did mine, unless he actually gets the balls to rape her someday, like I did.

My only regret is that I didn't flip her over, and rape her up the ass, something that I'm sure no one but a rapist will ever be allowed to do to her. And it would have served her right for dumping me.

Finally, I love the fact that I completely and utterly got away with it. The Statute of Limitations has expired. So even if she decides to come forward and report it now, I'll never spend a day in jail; never have to register as a sex offender. I LOVE the justice system!

So if any guys out there are considering raping their bitch ex-girlfriends, all I can say is that I'm sure glad I did. It turned out to be one of the best decisions of my life.

---RaymondPistachio@gmail.com

I often times dream of raping random girls i see on the street or at work i think it would be so hot to just shove them against some dirty brick wall and take them for everything they never wanted to give me.

Last year I was finally told I do not have AIDS after being tested so many times. I have a steady boyfriend now and never told him what happened to me three years ago in Cancun, when I was on spring break. I had met a really cute Mexican guy named Juan at one of the night clubs the first night I was there. He was well dressed and spoke English as well as I. He seemed to be in every bar or club my girlfriend and I visited. I was there for a total of ten days and the fifth night I was there I saw him again and danced with him. I was quite drunk that night and most of the bars encourage you to drink a lot. I don't remember agreeing to it but he took me to a private party at a house outside Cancun. My girfriend never knew I had left and was with a group of friends at the time. I think I was the only American there and many of the guys and girls didn't speak English. I do remember asking him to take me back to my hotel as it got later but I ended up falling asleep in back of the house on a lounge chair. The next thing I remember is being tied to a bed naked. Throughout the next day and night I was repeatedly raped and sodomized by at least 10 or 15 guys. I don't even remember how many there were but it was relentless and it was just one after another day and night. Many times as I was being raped or forced to give oral sex groups of them watched. A few of them were older men and many didn't speak English. I was constantly forced to perform oral sex and a number of times I was smacked and beaten. At the time I didn't think about it but know that none of them ever wore condoms. They continually ejackulated in my mouth, vagina or rectum. Twice I vomited and was then taken to the shower. During that day and night I was fed and forced to drink. They made me take several showers and at times 2 or 3 of them would soap me up and wash me, fondle and abuse me. They made me use the toilet as they stood there ridiculing me while mostly speaking Spanish. Afterwards I was always taken back and either tied to the bed again or tied face down to the kitchen table with my legs spread apart. In the kitchen was the worst because I was more often anally raped and forced to give many of them oral sex. At one point when I was tied to the kitchen table I was in a state of semi-consciousness and some of them whipped my rear with a stick. At times there were two other Mexican girls there who did nothing to help me and would watch as I was raped. One of them spanked me with the stick and both laughed at me most of the time they were there. After about 25 hours of pure hell I was once again showered and given my clothes. Juan and another guy finally drove me back to my hotel. They made me get out on a side street and left me there. It was 5am and when my girlfriend saw me she immediatley called the police. I was taken to a hospital and subjected to a humiliating physical exam and embarrassing questions by the police. I had a black eye and welts and bruises all over my body. I was finally released from the hospital around 7:30 that night. I had no sence of direction as to where they took me but did go with the police the next day trying to find the house I was taken to. We drove around most of the afternoon but the more houses I looked at the more confused I was and didn't even know what town it was in. When I came back home I never told anyone what happened and as far as I know my one girlfriend is the only one who knows. I made her promise not to tell anyone and just hope she kept her word. I feared getting AIDS or other infections and went to a doctor I had never been to before. I did tell him what happened and went through a series of blood tests for the next couple years. I have learned to live with the thoughts of it now after a year or more of being traumatized by it. I still get sick everytime I think of it but know I can't let it ruin my life. I really love my boyfriend and hope to marry someday and raise a family. I made a big mistake that I can never live down and only hope time will ease the pain of it. That night I drank to much and never stopped to realize what I was doing. There was no reason I should have ever gone out with that guy. I knew not to leave the tourist area of Cancun but was dumb and drunk enough to trust him.

I often fantasize about rape. I have never committed rape, nor do I intend to. I would not want to deal with the penalty for such a thing. But still I can't help the thoughts that brew it my head. I love the thought of supreme power over a beautiful girl. I love the control; the idea that she has no choice. I love the idea of her being physically aroused by her bodies natural response but in mental anguish at the same time -- I love the idea of the range of emotions she will face. It would be even greater if it was a young girl, you know, with a huge ego, thinking she's so hot and perfect.