Home Invasion Phone Sex Fantasies

home invasion phone sexHome invasion phone sex calls get me wet. When I was 19, I was hooking on the streets to afford my slum studio. One night, I was sound asleep when a stranger broke into my place through an open window.  He attacked me in my bed. He wasn’t there to kill me or steal from me. He was there to force fuck me. I didn’t know him, but he knew me. I never knew who the man who force fucked me years ago was. I may never find out. But it was so violent, I needed medical attention afterwards. I was left bruised, battered and bleeding in my bed. I had no phone, so I could never call for help. It wasn’t until 4 days latter when a girl I hooked with came looking for me and found me. I was getting around a little, but I was covered head to toe in bruises and my ass was prolapsed. She took me to the ER and I stayed in the hospital for days. I had internal injuries. I knew something was wrong with me then. I fantasized about that violent stranger attacking me in my bed again. I got wet laying in a hospital bed romanticizing torture sex. Here I am today, over a decade later, a pain slut with a death wish because of one hot violent random home invasion.

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