Amber’s Rape Fantasy

I’m a girl of wild imagination, and that imagination tends to ooze over in the sexual department. I have very strange fantasies, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it. Well, in some cases I was. But in most cases, I was comfortable telling Alex exactly what I wanted. That’s part of what makes out relationship so great… we don’t get embarrassed or overwrought with each other. Ever.

Anyway, one of these fantasies is a rape fantasy. When I told Alex, he was all for it. In fact, he’d told me he had the same fantasy. We were just too perfect for each other.

“If we do it, I want it to be as realistic as possible,” he said to me.

“I know,” I responded. “Me too.”

“That means I want you to hurt me as you struggle.”

“That goes both ways,” I said, looking him dead in the eye. He wasn’t entirely sure what I meant. “I want you to hurt me as you rape me.” It took him a moment to agree.

“Okay.”


We decided to do it on a Friday night, when my dad was out with his friends watching some game. I told him I’d text him when I was getting in the shower to let him know he could come over, and I did.

I got in the shower, did my business as quickly as possible, and got out. I dressed in Victoria’s Secret “Pink” boxer shorts that he’d bought me, and a white tank top, with no underwear. I was dressed as if I was ready to go to bed.

In the meantime, I laid in bed and watched TV, waiting for him to show up. After about a half hour, I began to get curious. It usually took him twenty minutes at the most to get to my house, even by way of cab, and he was taking much longer than usual.

I went downstairs and looked out the window. I saw a newspaper sitting on the front porch, so I decided to go out and get it. It was just barely fifty degrees outside, and I was in the skimpiest outfit I owned. Needless to say, my nipples hardened like rocks.

I bent down to pick up the newspaper, and I heard a loud BANG come from the side of the house. I was legitimately scared for a brief moment, but then I figured it was probably just an animal or something. I turned to go back inside, and just as I was about to close the door, I heard the BANG! again. This time, it was clear it wasn’t an animal. What could an animal have done that would make such a loud noise?

Scared out of my wits, I slammed the door shut. I wanted to lock it, but I couldn’t. I’d told Alex to just come in when he got here, and right now, I really wished he was.

I put the newspaper on the mail desk by the door and made my way back upstairs when…BANG! I now realized the sound wasn’t coming from the side of the house. It was coming from the garage. I ran upstairs and got my cell phone.

I quietly went back downstairs, dialing 9-1-1 as I did so. I hovered my finger over the “send” button as I approached the door to the garage.