Straight Male / 18
I have extreme violent rape fantasies. I fantasize about raping women. A lot. I also watch lots of rape-themed porn. I even got an erection once while watching a documentary about serial killers. Whenever I see an attractive woman alone at night, my brain conjures up ways to attack her. Thankfully, I have never acted on these fantasies. Some of my friends know that I'm kinky, but they have no idea to what extent. I have never told anybody, not even those who know my other deep dark secrets, about my rape fetish because I don't want to be judged, or perceived as creepy or even dangerous. I would NEVER act out on this fantasy unless it was 100% consensual.
I tend to fantasize about "real" women more so than porn actresses and celebrities. Many of the women in my fantasies are people whom I go to school with. I fantasize about tying them up, choking them, humiliating them, beating them, torturing them, and then raping them as they scream, cry, and struggle, and then cumming inside of them. This makes me feel like a horrible person.
This troubles me the most because while I love the fantasy, the reality of rape makes me sick to my stomach. Whenever I hear about someone being raped, no matter the circumstances, my heart sinks, and I feel the need to comfort them and help them. I always respect a woman's consent and try to go at her pace in sexual and romantic relationships.
I am also a feminist, and a member of my school's anti-rape alliance, and my peers know me as a man who proudly stands up for women's rights. If my obsession with rape came to light, all of this would change.
My brain has a pretty good distinction of fantasy versus reality, but sometimes the guilt and the burden weighs me down, especially with the other burdens in my life, such as school. I am disgusted with myself.
I tend to fantasize about "real" women more so than porn actresses and celebrities. Many of the women in my fantasies are people whom I go to school with. I fantasize about tying them up, choking them, humiliating them, beating them, torturing them, and then raping them as they scream, cry, and struggle, and then cumming inside of them. This makes me feel like a horrible person.
This troubles me the most because while I love the fantasy, the reality of rape makes me sick to my stomach. Whenever I hear about someone being raped, no matter the circumstances, my heart sinks, and I feel the need to comfort them and help them. I always respect a woman's consent and try to go at her pace in sexual and romantic relationships.
I am also a feminist, and a member of my school's anti-rape alliance, and my peers know me as a man who proudly stands up for women's rights. If my obsession with rape came to light, all of this would change.
My brain has a pretty good distinction of fantasy versus reality, but sometimes the guilt and the burden weighs me down, especially with the other burdens in my life, such as school. I am disgusted with myself.
