Men have rape phone sex fantasies. And I cannot escape those fantasies. Every time I meet a stranger, especially a younger one, he seems hell bent on fucking me like a whore. And usually, I find myself powerless in those situations. So, I let the men do whatever they want to me. It’s a matter of survival. And I have learned that it’s best to just take your punishment regardless if you think you deserve it or not.
Saturday night, I went barhopping. And although I’m not a big drinker, I find that most of the blue collar guys in these dive bars, share their coke and weed with me. For the most part, the blue collar guys don’t harm me. But this one bar I went to did not appear to be the dive bar I expected.
When I walked in, I only saw yuppie types. Men in suits drinking hipster beer like Pabst Blue Ribbon. Gross. That beer has been around since I was a little girl, and I think it tastes just as nasty. I’d rather drink bong water.
But since I am a taboo phone sex whore, I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time. These yuppie type men looked at me like a piece of candy, and they hadn’t eaten in days. I think they wanted to fight over who fucked me first. Also, I think they assumed that because I came alone, I must be looking to get fucked. But I walked into that bar to get high not to get fucked.
I’m Always in The Wrong Place at the Wrong Time
Even though I could feel all those suit and tie guys checking me out, I sat at the bar and drank a glass of boxed wine before heading home. But somebody pulled me off the barstool and dragged me across the bar. They tossed me on top of the pool table. This almost felt like bad movie scene. A bad porn movie scene. It felt like whoever pulled me across the bar had such a good grip on my hair that I would lose some hair.
The night became a blur to me. I think the bartender put something in my drink. Maybe this place worked like that. Men tip the bartender heavily to drug a female patron’s drink, and then when the drug kicks in they gang bang her in the back of the bar. I did not go to that bar to be a gangbang rape porn star. But unfortunately, it’s me. Wherever I go men, feel the need to take advantage of me. But this night I only drank a couple glasses of shitty boxed wine. And that would not help me with what these men did to me.
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On that pool table, they fucked me not only with their cocks. But they also used pool sticks and beer bottles and their own fists to fuck my pussy and ass. Most of the night seems to be a big blur to me. But I still have a gaped ass that’s partially prolapsed, a swollen cunt, and lots of bruises on my body. It’s never the men you suspect of being capable of such violence against a woman. I guess I better stick to the dive bars I know and stay away from yuppie bars. Apparently, those boys fell nothing but rage, especially for a redheaded milf like me.
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