One of my fettishes is rapeplay. I love to be 'raped'. Just one or more guys, grabbing me, tearing my clothes off and fuck the shit out of me only thi...king about their own pleasure. Abusing me like a slut.Well i have a friend who 'rapes' me regurely. Met him a few years ago in a bar and came to talk about our fettishes. One thing we had in common was rapeplay. I really love it, being raped, abused and very rough and even violent sex. When he wants to rape a women, he calls me and when i can I. I’d like to think I know what he’s thinking sometimes even before he knows. Perhaps that’s just feminine arrogance speaking out of turn, but I do know what gets his attention and what gets him off. He can play my body like a finely tuned instrument and he knows my mind as if it were his own, because I’ve bravely stretched out both, gloriously naked, before him like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. I share my secrets with this man. My hopes, dreams, fears, he hears them all. There is nothing. Leah: Ready to strip me down?Me: Always!I unhooked her bra from behind and threw it away. Her perky boobs bounced a little, and I grabbed on to them, playing with her nipples. She let out a moan.Leah: Yeah, David. Show me how much you want me.I put my mouth on one of her nipples and sucked hard. I slapped her other boob with my hand with instantly turned a little red.Leah: Ow, baby, yeah, make my body red. Treat me like the bitch I am.Her dirty talking was turning me on. I sucked on her nipples. Kate was 19 years old when the family moved in and did not go to college. Instead, she worked as a waitress at a local sports bar at nights and attended a few community college classes during the days. Kate was tall, I'd say close to 5'10" and thick but not fat and certainly not obese. Despite being a rather large girl, she has a very curvaceous figure -- everything is in proportion -- accented by long legs and a very large chest. Her long, dark straight hair, green eyes and always-dark skin.