My dark fantasies run deep. My favorite fantasies involve a violent home invasion. I love the idea of some one breaking into my place and forcing my sons to watch them force fuck me. Sick, I know. But I am a druggy whore with dark desires. The coke brings out my submissive and dark side. Sometimes, when I get high, my mouth blabbers on. And the next thing I know, I told the wrong person my fantasies.
Over the weekend, I partied with this new guy I met. He had some of that pink cocaine everyone talks about. And I felt curious to try it. Boy is that shit good. But it serves as sort of a truth serum too. Apparently, I told him about my deep dark fantasies and the next day someone broke into my bedroom as I slept.
I Need to Be Careful Who I Tell My Secrets To
I woke up to a knife to my throat. But it took me a while to realize this was probably the guy, I partied with over the weekend. However, I could not be sure because my assailant wore a ski mask. He dragged me out of bed by my red hair and tied me up. While tied up, he went to get my boys. He made them watch as he ripped my clothes off.
He encouraged my sons to masturbate as they watched him force fuck their mother. My attacker got off on having my sons as his accomplice. They eventually ganged up on me and took turns playing musical holes with my pussy and ass. He had my boys calling me all sorts of names. When he started fisting me, I knew I was in trouble. He got my boys to fist me too. I begged for them to stop. But the more I begged, the rougher they got with my fuck holes.
By the time they finished fisting me, I had swollen and gaped holes. I need to be careful who I tell about my taboo role play. Some sick men out there want to turn them into my worst nightmare.
