It was dark and it was Stormy.

[Mittering]

It opens with Stormy ( our female lead) standing on the cabins porch with a dim flashlight trying to call out into the rainy night in an attempt to get her husband to answer her.

He had gone out into the storm to check on the utility shed because the lights in the cabin went out. Lazy flashes of lightening would be barely light up the sky to a small degree as the storm head had past their location by miles and getting further away.

With no answer or reply to her heightened sense of fright, she steps off the porch into the rain to search the dark for her husband. Soaking, she rounds the corner of the shed and here a whisper of her name but she doesn't recognize the voice...a female voice.

Her heart pounding in her ears, eyes straining to pierce the dampness of the night, she feels the air move around her right before she is pushed against the rough planks of the shed wall and smooth lips press hard against her yelp. Hands speed around her taught frame and hold her in place while exploring her obvious excitedness.

The story continues to describe the sexual tension and eventually succumbs to a total ravishing in the dark rain by more than one set of hands.

It ends with the husband whispering into her ear from behind saying, " Happy anniversary darling. Is this what you wanted? Someone to drive your senses and push your curiosity?" And her, out of breath, dripping with warm rain steaming off her now naked body saying, "Again!"

 

[Rob_Royale]

Rape fantasies are more popular than people know, but it has to be done just so. You can't just describe a rape and then have her say, "I loved it!" at the end. You have to skirt the line between actual rape and something so obviously set up that the reader loses interest.

Having said that, this setting is very good. The rain, the seclusion, the voices, the darkness, very good. The rape fantasy I did, used fear in the beginning and it worked well. I got good reviews from women and men.

 

[SissyBrandi19]

It opens with Stormy ( our female lead) standing on the cabins porch with a dim flashlight trying to call out into the rainy night in an attempt to get her husband to answer her.

He had gone out into the storm to check on the utility shed because the lights in the cabin went out. Lazy flashes of lightening would be barely light up the sky to a small degree as the storm head had past their location by miles and getting further away.

With no answer or reply to her heightened sense of fright, she steps off the porch into the rain to search the dark for her husband. Soaking, she rounds the corner of the shed and here a whisper of her name but she doesn't recognize the voice...a female voice.

Her heart pounding in her ears, eyes straining to pierce the dampness of the night, she feels the air move around her right before she is pushed against the rough planks of the shed wall and smooth lips press hard against her yelp. Hands speed around her taught frame and hold her in place while exploring her obvious excitedness.

The story continues to describe the sexual tension and eventually succumbs to a total ravishing in the dark rain by more than one set of hands.

It ends with the husband whispering into her ear from behind saying, " Happy anniversary darling. Is this what you wanted? Someone to drive your senses and push your curiosity?" And her, out of breath, dripping with warm rain steaming off her now naked body saying, "Again!"

I regret what I'm about to do but...it's a compulsion. It's "taut"...not "taught"...I'm....truly sorry. Look you are more than free to examine all my writings and...correct away! (Heh-heh...see how I just got free editing?)