I'm home alone tonight and I should be asleep but I'm thinking about somewhere outside my window
right now and if they looked in they'd see me laid here, naked, legs spread, my hand between my thighs.
I just keep thinking about them finding a way into the hut because maybe
I left the front door unlocked in the hopes that someone would find their way in.
I'm just thinking about someone coming in with a mask on to hide who they really are.
Ah my eyes would be closed and I wouldn't even hear them coming
until I felt their hand over my mouth and their voice in my ear
telling me how I've had this coming for so long
and how they can't wait to rape my sopping wet gun.
When I try and fight back they'd be so much stronger than me and they'd be so weak
because it would feel so fucking good finally having my pussy filled with cock
after craving it for so fucking long.
Eventually while they were pounding away at my holes with a knife pressed against my throat
I'd come all over their rapist cock and it would be so embarrassing because I'd been fighting them
off and crying and begging for them to stop but my body knows what a fucking whore I am.
My body knows how bad I've wanted this, how much I've longed to be groped and raped and abused
and threatened. They can't fucking hold back. I've made a mess all over the cock that I've been
begging to have out of me. I'm thinking about how he would laugh behind that mask
and tell me that he knew it. Tell me he always knew I was a fucking whore.
Tell me he could see when I was finger fucking my cunt that I needed a real man to come in and take
me. That he knows the things that I'm into, he knows all the fucked up things I post about on
Twitter and he's come to track me down and take what's his and give me everything I wanted.
He'd tell me that soon enough I'd be begging him to keep raping me, begging to be his fucking victim.
Oh god, oh I need it so badly. I need to be raped at home.