I'm Christy, a 31 year old lady with incredible physique. Long muscular legs with an incredible tan. Long light brown hair with eyes that shimmer brown and green highlights. Though quite feminine, I possess an incredible ability to challenge. Having an inquinchable appetite for rape, I move through the city's bars and nightclubs in incredibly sexy attire, looking for men to abuse. My favorite game is teasing where I dance with the music by myself, flaunting my body to the men all mesmermized by my grace, beauty and seductiveness. Usually, by the end of the night, I am surrounded by men, all stupid, tongues hanging out of their mouths....each one hoping to take me home and into their beds. I love men's stupidity.
On this night, I am dressed in a short flowered dress with sandals (which are of course under the table where I sit....i only dance barefooted). On the floor, I am swaying rhythmetically to "Bailamos" by Enrique Iglesia. My body is covered in a light film of moisture from all the dancing that I've been doing. My eyes are closed as I "feel" the music down into my soul. I feel the eyes watching me, wanting me, and I smile, knowing that no man may have me. I am far too superior.
(I desire to be forced to have sex....as always. But I have yet to meet my match. I am strong and athletically inclined. I despise ropes and binds, feeling that a real man would not need aid in "taking" me. Rather, he would approach me and charm me with his manners, inadvertently getting me drunk. Always the gentleman. Always. However there is a time, when he offers to drive me home, me too drunk to drive, where he switches, and the real animal, psycho, unstable rapist comes out....in the car......and me.....without escape.)
On this night, I am dressed in a short flowered dress with sandals (which are of course under the table where I sit....i only dance barefooted). On the floor, I am swaying rhythmetically to "Bailamos" by Enrique Iglesia. My body is covered in a light film of moisture from all the dancing that I've been doing. My eyes are closed as I "feel" the music down into my soul. I feel the eyes watching me, wanting me, and I smile, knowing that no man may have me. I am far too superior.
(I desire to be forced to have sex....as always. But I have yet to meet my match. I am strong and athletically inclined. I despise ropes and binds, feeling that a real man would not need aid in "taking" me. Rather, he would approach me and charm me with his manners, inadvertently getting me drunk. Always the gentleman. Always. However there is a time, when he offers to drive me home, me too drunk to drive, where he switches, and the real animal, psycho, unstable rapist comes out....in the car......and me.....without escape.)