33 [M4F] #Belgium - Deeply craving a good hunt

I get off on the moment I decide it’s time and suddenly take control.

You’re walking through the forest at twilight when you hear footsteps closing in. I chase you down, tackle you onto the soft ground, pin your arms and rip your clothes away while you struggle and try to crawl free. Or I grab you from behind in a quiet parking lot, drag you into the car, tie your wrists tight behind your back as you fight me, then force my way inside you right there on the backseat.

Hotel room takeovers hit different too. I push the door open while you’re unwinding, slam you against the wall before you can turn around, growl that you’re not going anywhere, and take you hard — on the bed, bent over the desk, or wherever I feel like using you.

I love when you resist. The pushing, the squirming, the desperate “no” — whispered or shouted. Every time you try to get away it just makes me pin you harder, pull your hair to keep you in place, tie you up so you’re completely helpless, and land sharp, stinging slaps across your ass and thighs. Then I push you into deep overstimulation, forcing orgasm after orgasm until you’re shaking, crying, and begging while your body betrays you and keeps coming.