I was asked about my hottest fantasy.
About twenty years ago I often wondered what it would be like to have a train ran on me; so my buddy HAIRY CHESTED DADDY invited four of his friends over to the hotel I was staying at. All five took turns on me. As hot as it seemed (in my head) The real life experience wasn't as pleasant.
Boundaries were not respected when my friend briefly left. It doesn't take long for me to feel slightly claustrophobic so I brought it up. They continued.
I was going to write a detailed post about this experience but I feel like we have enough tone deafness when it comes to rape culture and what is "hot." My goal is not to write a "hot" account of what happened but to document that a breach in taking my boundaries seriously occurred.
Even though it was not a great experience for me, it is still a hot fantasy (having a group of guys fuck me, Just not the ignoring my boundaries.)
What made me decide not to go into detail:
I am usually detail oriented when it comes to documenting my encounters but when I was explaining to a guy that I was playing with the encounter he said,"You know, that story about a bunch of guys? You know that's like everybody's fantasy to be held down like that."
When I told him that it was not fun, he asked me, "Were the guys hot or not?"
I felt my blood boil. It took every ounce of strength not to yell at this guy. But I kept calm and shared my perspective.
"So what were they doing?"
I proceeded. I could tell he was getting off on what I was telling him. After discovering he was getting his jollies off what I was telling him, I switched up the conversation but it left me so angry.
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