very creepy

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#22416283)

lol gtfo

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#22416290)

These are body betrayal erections.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#22500092)

Serious unadulterated 180

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#22983961)

Unless she needed her prescription increased/decreased she saw a "psychologist" or a LCSW.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#22495506)

There was this lady that had never once had an orgasm with her husband. She was raped one day in her kitchen by a neighbordhood teenager. The force and violence of the encounter gave her the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life.

She told her husband about this. She was posting on the victim site because she couldn't understand why this upset him so much, and wanted to know if it was wrong to tell her husband that she had her first vaginal orgasm in 20 years while being forcibly raped.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#20572916)

maybe this is what women who watch natgeo feel like (aside from the vigorous manual clitoral stimulation)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#20572944)

the rape I told you about.

I don’t think a day goes by without my

remembering it.

I was in this little house, where I was living

alone before I met Charles.

A man came in.

He wasn’t Mexican;

I don’t know what he was.

He pretended that he was interested in

selling me something, but I knew something was wrong.

He

asked if I was alone, but in such a smooth, easy way that he

didn’t frighten me.

But maybe something in me was frightened.

Because I almost knew before he did it what he was going to do

next.

He took a knife out with the same easy manner with which

he had asked me if we were alone.

He put the knife on the table,

near his hand.

Then he told me what he was going to do.

He told

me that he wasn’t a pervert, and that if I did everything he said,

he would not harm me.

He even told me I would enjoy it.

All the

time he was talking, I could see the front of his trousers begin to

bulge.

I couldn’t look him in the eyes.

I kept my eyes down.

He

may have thought I was staring at the ground.

I was watching

that huge mound in the front of his trousers.

I remember thinking

what a cruel, powerful bulge it made.

He told me to take off my clothes.

I did, with one eye on my

buttons, the other on the knife that was so close to his hand.

Then, when I was naked, he told me to unzip his trousers.

I did.

"Take it out," he said, "and kiss it.

" I did.

I didn’t understand what I was doing.

It all seemed so natural,

it almost seemed as if I was in a hurry to help him.

I did

everything he told me.

Then he told me to lie down on my back,

on my work table, but with my feet on the floor.

While I did it, he

picked up the knife, and came to stand between my legs.

"Spread

them wider," he said, and as I did, he stepped between them even

closer to me, and suddenly raising the knife above his head,

plunged it point first into the table, right beside my hips.

Then he

knelt down in front of me, his two arms on either side of me, one

hand still holding the knife that was stuck into the table, and he

went down on me.

I tried to think of how terrified I was, how

much I hated him.

But I felt myself becoming more and more

excited.

I closed my eyes and tried to turn from side to side, as if

trying to get away from his tongue, but it was also to have that

tongue touch different sides of me, inside.

Once I opened my

eyes.

All I could see was the dark top of his head, his hair, and

the hand holding the knife just beside me.

Then I closed my eyes

again, and I suddenly couldn’t help it, I pulled his head right into

me, pulled his tongue right into me as high as possible, and then

I came, over and over again.

The next thing I saw was his face.

He was smiling.

He was on

top of me, still on the table.

He was on me.

"Put it in," he said,

and I was now eager to do anything he said.

With one hand I

held the lips open, with the other I guided his erection right into

me.

I remember he wasn’t very big around, but very long and

slim.

I wanted to feel it all the way inside me.

In just a few

thrusts I could feel him coming, and I came again, too.

I had

forgotten to think about how much I hated him.

I could only think

of his long thing, long and slim, all the way up and lost inside

me, and I came and came again.

Then the man just went away:

Just as he had promised.

I told my husband about what had happened before we were

married, but I never told him how it made me feel.

The time

when this happened, I was going with a Mexican boy, and there was another man before I met Charles.

Neither one had ever

made me feel so sexually in heat the way that man did when he

raped me.

Neither has Charles.

It’s no good when I’m in bed

with Charles, telling myself that I love him, and that I hate that

other strange man.

It just kills whatever erotic feelings I have.

Other times, Charles can bring me to the point himself, and I

don’t have to think about that other man.

But sometimes when I’m not really in the mood, and I know

Charles is… or that funny kind of way that a really erotic mood

will overtake you and then just drift away for no reason at

all…that’s when I deliberately think of that man.

I close my eyes

and imagine myself back on that table, with my legs hanging

down from the knees over the edge, and him in between them.

I

remember how, much I hated him, and the, I don’t know, the

fear, the frenzy of the experience, and how I responded to it.

Whenever I imagine that, I still respond the same way.

Every

time.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#20572984)

-Faith

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#22416304)

She was obviously asking for it

and this other one,

"later rapes in my 20s completely screwed up my marriage life"

She had multiple rapes in her 20s? was she living in a frat house or something?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#22416451)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#43527758)

She was in 8th or 9th grade and sleeping over at a friends and the friend's older brother got a little frisky with her.

basically, he tried to rape her but failed miserably when he couldn't get it in b/c she was moving around too much (he came on her stomach).

this girl was really upset b/c he'd manage to "get fingers in her" beforehand and she was really upset that she'd gotten wet enough for him to be able to finger her.

I listened and tried my best to provide solace and look concerned as I moved a throw pillow over to hide my raging erection.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#22494544)

it was also pretty lulzy b/c she was a redhead and the whole thing started off with him "jokingly" saying he wanted to see her red pubes.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#22494610)

Thanks Bro.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#22499007)

More like Oh, daddy, oh!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#22494637)

*The upward scrolling words reflect off his glasses as he continues to read the screen*

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#22495866)

HAWT

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#23413391)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#23640206)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#23640207)

creepy = women desiring rape, harboring "rape fantasies," orgasming from their own violation

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1935818&forum_id=2...id#23785225)