dragontits21
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33.m. South FL/Atlanta - I'm working in South FL for most of the summer, but I'll be traveling up to Atlanta for a few weekends here and there, so I can arrange this in either location.
If you absolutely insist, I can send some pics. However, I don't want to show you what I look like because I find that these scenarios are more fun when you don't know exactly who I am ("Is this guy who's about to rape me the reddit guy, or just some random rapist??"). However, suffice it to say, I'm just under 6 ft tall, white, 160lbs, fit, blue eyes, handsome, and professionally dressed most of the time.
***The Scene***
You haven't been to the movies in a while. There's a few movies you want to see, but mostly you just kinda miss going. Modern "guys" can barely be bothered to meet you outside their apartment for dates, much less properly take you on a dinner/movie date, right? You just miss going to the theater. So, you find a film you're more than willing to pay to see, and decide to go see it by yourself.
Now, you're getting ready to go, and boy, it's hot in South FL/ATL this time of year! You've got to dress for this heat, so you put on some very short-shorts, and a top that exposes your stomach, and shows off your tits, and throw on some heels and some red lipstick. It's not as if you're trying to draw attention or anything, you're just being practical and dressing for the heat.
You decide on a movie, and head to the theater. You sit towards the back rows. The theater isn't crowded at all. You've got your entire row to yourself, and there isn't anyone sitting within several rows of where you are. Nice to have some seclusion, right?
In comes me. I walk up the stairs, and scan the theater as I'm deciding where to sit, and I spot you. My eyes lock onto you and I make my way over to where you're sitting. You see me, and the first thing you notice is that I'm handsome, fit, and tall, but you then notice how intently I'm staring at you, and you get a little anxious. Out of the entire, nearly empty theater, I sit in your row, just a few seats away from you. We sit in silence for a few minutes, then I ask you a question. You can't hear, so I scoot closer and repeat myself. Now, I'm sitting right next to you. I confidently place my hand on your leg and move it up your thigh. You look over at me with a look that says, "Are you serious?" I just smirk and act like everything is totally normal as I'm rubbing your pussy through your shorts now. You get up a move a few seats down, but I follow and sit right next to you again and resume groping you. You start to stand up to move again, but this time I grab you by your arm and your hair and forcibly hold your ass in your seat.
At this point, I'm openly groping you more and more brazenly, feeling your tits, shoving my hand down your pants and into your shirt. You think to yourself, "Why don't I just yell out for help?" You could, but your social anxiety is so great, that you're more afraid of making a scene and drawing all that negative attention to yourself, so you just stay quiet and try to silently squirm away, but there's no getting away from my clutches now. You start to resign yourself and just surrender to me, but you worry, "How far will he take me?" Your tits are already out on full display, and I'm starting to unbuckle my belt and take my dick out... "Look at your slutty outfit, you wanted this all along, you little slut."
Contact me on wickr or Wire if you're interested
wickr - firewithin14
Wire - ferguson14
If you absolutely insist, I can send some pics. However, I don't want to show you what I look like because I find that these scenarios are more fun when you don't know exactly who I am ("Is this guy who's about to rape me the reddit guy, or just some random rapist??"). However, suffice it to say, I'm just under 6 ft tall, white, 160lbs, fit, blue eyes, handsome, and professionally dressed most of the time.
***The Scene***
You haven't been to the movies in a while. There's a few movies you want to see, but mostly you just kinda miss going. Modern "guys" can barely be bothered to meet you outside their apartment for dates, much less properly take you on a dinner/movie date, right? You just miss going to the theater. So, you find a film you're more than willing to pay to see, and decide to go see it by yourself.
Now, you're getting ready to go, and boy, it's hot in South FL/ATL this time of year! You've got to dress for this heat, so you put on some very short-shorts, and a top that exposes your stomach, and shows off your tits, and throw on some heels and some red lipstick. It's not as if you're trying to draw attention or anything, you're just being practical and dressing for the heat.
You decide on a movie, and head to the theater. You sit towards the back rows. The theater isn't crowded at all. You've got your entire row to yourself, and there isn't anyone sitting within several rows of where you are. Nice to have some seclusion, right?
In comes me. I walk up the stairs, and scan the theater as I'm deciding where to sit, and I spot you. My eyes lock onto you and I make my way over to where you're sitting. You see me, and the first thing you notice is that I'm handsome, fit, and tall, but you then notice how intently I'm staring at you, and you get a little anxious. Out of the entire, nearly empty theater, I sit in your row, just a few seats away from you. We sit in silence for a few minutes, then I ask you a question. You can't hear, so I scoot closer and repeat myself. Now, I'm sitting right next to you. I confidently place my hand on your leg and move it up your thigh. You look over at me with a look that says, "Are you serious?" I just smirk and act like everything is totally normal as I'm rubbing your pussy through your shorts now. You get up a move a few seats down, but I follow and sit right next to you again and resume groping you. You start to stand up to move again, but this time I grab you by your arm and your hair and forcibly hold your ass in your seat.
At this point, I'm openly groping you more and more brazenly, feeling your tits, shoving my hand down your pants and into your shirt. You think to yourself, "Why don't I just yell out for help?" You could, but your social anxiety is so great, that you're more afraid of making a scene and drawing all that negative attention to yourself, so you just stay quiet and try to silently squirm away, but there's no getting away from my clutches now. You start to resign yourself and just surrender to me, but you worry, "How far will he take me?" Your tits are already out on full display, and I'm starting to unbuckle my belt and take my dick out... "Look at your slutty outfit, you wanted this all along, you little slut."
Contact me on wickr or Wire if you're interested
wickr - firewithin14
Wire - ferguson14
