Straight Female / 40
A Need That Can Only Satisfied One Way
Short and sweet. I wanted to be taken, in a very Neanderthal way, without bring clubbed of course. I saw myself around the fire cooking my man's meal, serving him on my knees. I didn't dare share my nighttime dream with anybody.
I went through life in a normal mid America lifestyle. Until I was hauled out of a dance club and r**ed behind a pickup. I laid there in the dirt, my shirt torn, my shoes and panties somewhere. A man found me while walking to his struck. My dream exploded, no man to serve on my knees, no man to earn my virginity. I kept the r**e a secret.
Years later I met a man who wouldn't leave me alone, he wore me down and half heartily I married him. One night many months later I told him that I had been r**ed. He was silent and betrayed, he cooled down immediately and he divorced me, I didn't contest it.
Now forty, a man took me while in my house to do some work in my attic. It was force, pure physical overpowering force, but on my bed not in a parking lot. Holding me down by my hair he punished me until I had what I thought was a heart attack, unable to breathe, gasping for air he released me. After I recovered I asked him to stay, I had to cook for him. I warmed some stew I had in the refrigerator, put a pot of coffee on, warmed a slice of apple pie and served him.
Like the first man I haven't seen him again or looked for him. I don't share the above with anyone, it's for me to relive and remember. And maybe just maybe you have the same desire.
I went through life in a normal mid America lifestyle. Until I was hauled out of a dance club and r**ed behind a pickup. I laid there in the dirt, my shirt torn, my shoes and panties somewhere. A man found me while walking to his struck. My dream exploded, no man to serve on my knees, no man to earn my virginity. I kept the r**e a secret.
Years later I met a man who wouldn't leave me alone, he wore me down and half heartily I married him. One night many months later I told him that I had been r**ed. He was silent and betrayed, he cooled down immediately and he divorced me, I didn't contest it.
Now forty, a man took me while in my house to do some work in my attic. It was force, pure physical overpowering force, but on my bed not in a parking lot. Holding me down by my hair he punished me until I had what I thought was a heart attack, unable to breathe, gasping for air he released me. After I recovered I asked him to stay, I had to cook for him. I warmed some stew I had in the refrigerator, put a pot of coffee on, warmed a slice of apple pie and served him.
Like the first man I haven't seen him again or looked for him. I don't share the above with anyone, it's for me to relive and remember. And maybe just maybe you have the same desire.
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