The Tragic Ending of a Bought and Paid For Rape Fantasy

I almost forgot about this one. It comes from a dear, nearly, lesbian lover of mine from back in the day.

This was one of my favorite people when I knew her, and but for a lot (lot lot) of complications with her family, I might have gotten sucked into being the male provider/stabilizer in an otherwise wealthy, all-female clan. Loved them, but bullet most definitely dodged.

This particular gal was a sexual fiend. A man killer, lady killer, and all-around scoundrel of a woman. Perhaps her evolution as the second daughter of a natural beauty, she took a decidedly more aggressive tact and focused mainly on women, where she repeated some of the best advice I'd ever heard about women: "You know where you need to fuck them? Between the ears."

And trust me, she knew.

At one point, her older sister, who was another long story told me that the "baby" of the family had actually gone on craigslist and found some guy to break into her apartment and "rape" her. This, as is widely known, is a perennial favorite fantasy of women the world over, but this particular gal had inherited the funds (and the bold temperament) to make it real.

And some years later, I brought this up with her and asked her to tell me about it.

In the beginning, it was everything she expected. Hot, dangerous, taboo, and all the other things women get from being powerless in the face of a man who was consumed with a burning desire for her so strong that he would risk all just to have her. What could make a woman feel more desired than that?

He broke in, seized her, disrobed her, and forced himself into her, and had his way with her. She fought and screamed and protested and all the rest to really drive home the reality that this was not HER will, that she could not bear any responsibility for his violent act, and that there could be no other explanation for his total lapse of concern for societal norms, boundaries, or even his own freedom than to relieve the urges she "somehow" evoked in him into her valiantly but ultimately futilely refusing vagina.

All the ladies in the room collectively but quietly affirm Yes.

But then it took a turn for the worse.

Now here, it would be interesting to take some guesses from the audience as to what ruined the experience for my friend. Would anyone like to hazard one?

Take a moment, and then I'll tell you what didn't happen:

1) He did not get her pregnant

2) He did not lose control and physically violate her beyond what she had desired and paid for

3) He did not break his contract and bring in other men

4) His dick was not too short and the rest of him not as advertised

5) What else? He could absolutely get it up and finished off inside her, so no last minute impotence.

Are you starting to guess in the right direction?

Ladies, you probably already know. For the slower gents, however, please take heed. Because after the "rapist" had fulfilled his contrast, he made two disastrous mistakes.

1) He did not leave.

2) And way, way worse. . .he lay down and asked her to cuddle afterwards.

I kid you not.

In that instant, all the fiery hotness turned instantly into gooey ectoplasm, and my friend, after feeling hot, feminine, and desirable amidst the passionate fucking felt what most men think would be the opposite: disgusting and disgusted.

Now, I will say that in general, I am a big fan of aftercare. When you have a violent and emotionally powerful scene with a girl, it is very very important to reconnect with her, to comfort her, and to re-establish your bond with her, so she feels you as both dangerous and safe and someone who genuinely cares about her enough to demonstrate his capacity for "evil" yet attuned enough to give her the comfort that he will not use it against her in a destructive way.

The most beautiful parts of your sex and the deepest openings of your love can happen in this space as the polarities reverse from extreme distance to extreme closeness.

But this man was not her lover. There was no "bond." There was no emotional connection or even desire for an emotional connection. It was a wham, bam, no thank you ma'am "contract" that had been filled as soon as she was and should have ended with him callously (but sexily) walking off into the sunset without a thought or care for her ever again.

This is what she paid for.

There is no more unimaginable BREACH of that contract than to add on a "bonus prize" of creeper emotional neediness from the same man she had just been able to convince herself was a hot and sexy "abuser" of women. My gal knew exactly what she wanted from this experience, and for a moment, the guy seemed to get it as well. But alas, no. So many men really don't. get it. And the dread, disgust, and even rage that women feel in the face of this cluelessness is de minima a devastating disappointment, but in reality, far worse: because it evokes a retribution instinct in her to punish that man and men in general for their sexual failings.

The female heart, once hardened in its resolve never to be taken for a chump again, will be merciless in her revenge on male-kind once betrayed. And betrayed is not only what it looks like in the movies. Yes, hell hath no fury and so forth, but being "scorned" is a far lesser evil than being disappointed, especially by a man they have invested such high hopes in.

(NB: My friend turned pretty hard lesbian in the subsequent years. Draw your own conclusions, but it certainly wasn't because men were too violent or toxic or whatever Instagram tells them to hate this week.)

Unfulfilled female sexual desire is perhaps the darkest, most indiscriminately destructive fore in the universe. Combine female lack of responsibility with millennia of pent up not-orgasmic rage and the means to act on that rage on behalf of generations of frustrated sistren and. . .well you have a lot of what the world looks like today: Topsy turvy, male value slashed at the kneecaps (after the balls have already been severed), and a maelstrom of hate and vengeance that can sink and replace an entire society without a thought for the "justice" and long term consequences of such a decimation.

At this point, there is only rage, and civilization be damned. Let the barbarians come and ravage them with thoughtless cock and damn the carefully constructed "culture" that allowed so much defanging from so many of their menfolk. Pussy power can not allow such a society to exist lest their bodies be wasted birthing the predestined losers of weak and pathetic men. Better to burn it to the ground than saddle their wombs with fore-promised generational disappointment and despair.

This is female sexual calculation, and in the language of nature, it is pristine. Those of us who wish for societies and civilizations to continue must heed it and learn to understand it - before it's too late. Because this is a law of nature that can be stretched but never broken. Revenge will be hers if you don't plant your cocks properly not just in her pussy, but "between her ears."

Gentlemen, don't let her down in this pursuit. We are all counting on you to keep the succubi at bay. And the best way to do that is to throw them the sop of fucking them properly before they explode. And once you start, you'd better fucking finish them right.

If you don't quite "get" this story or what the frustration was here, then you have sties in your eyes to rival Noah's Ark. Ask around. Figure it out. Find a sexually alive woman to show you how and why. Because this is critical. Your emotionalism is your undoing, even though you must have the emotional presence of mind to manage hers and match them with your own - at the right moment and in the right way.

This is the art of life and the art of sex, and no man can escape the consequences of pretending everything is a paint my numbers science. This is a cheap and easy cop out for life, and if you cop out on her out of convenience, you had better believe that life will pay the price for lifting up the rock and unleashing the creepy crawlies below. Because they will tear you and everything around you to pieces before you can say "whuh?"