For instance, some women fantasize about a man who ties them up and rapes them. Now, on the face of it, that sounds truly insane. The reality of rape ...s horrific and ugly, but the thing is, we’re not talking about reality here; we’re talking about fantasy, and that’s a totally different thing. I think that ‘rape’ fantasies exist as a way of dealing with all those fears about doing ‘the right thing’ in sex. For a woman who can’t enjoy sex because she’s too worried about doing the right thing,. He will be coming by soon, just like every other week day. I’ve been following him off and on for the past two weeks and I have his routine down. Many of us are very predictable, apparently Bill Brown more so than most.The scent of the canal water permeates everything out here, an earthy, muddy sweet smell, reminding me of bream and catfish. I could barely make out the cattails and water hyacinths that surrounded my bobber. Discarded Styrofoam worm containers keep me company as I pretend to. He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the girl's attention, and she does not disappoint, she turnsher head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across her lip he smiles down at her and rests the paper in his lap to pet her softsilky locks, running his arm down the side of her body, her exposed skin cool to his touch she snuggles against him closing her book, tossing it lightly onto the brother's back."Hey!" the brother does not turn to look at the. ’ I beckoned her to come closer to me and she stood right in front of me—allowing me to examine her smooth, hairless pussy. I placed my index finger on her hooded clit and rubbed gently, listening to her moan as I stimulated her. ‘Are you a slut, Anya?’ ‘Yes, Sir. Anya is a slut, Sir. An obedient slut, Sir. Your obedient slut.’ I smiled as I let my finger slide down from her clit and graze her pussy lips, teasing them along their length and listening to her moan. ‘My… obedient… slut.’ I mused.