I dated this guy named Ron about 2-3 years ago; I cheated on Ron a couple times, and that's how I ended up with my current boyfriend. Things between Ron & I started fine, I actually liked him but towards the end, my feelings changed and I started acting cold towards him & that's when the cheating began. Everything is fine with my current boyfriend, but I can't help but get off to the thought of Ron dragging me back into the house we shared together for a year and raping me in the bed we used to share. Or taking me out back, in between the house and the other trailer (they're only separated by a foot & that space in between is enclosed), and throwing me on the muddy ground in between the house and the second trailer, and ripping my asshole apart as he rapes my ass dry. There's a bed in the second trailer; no pillows or sheets or blankets, just a mattress. God, I'd love for him to tie me to that bed and keep me as his permanent rape victim. I'd love for him to punch me and slap me around, telling me what a useless and pathetic whore I am. I'd love it if he got his neighbor Robbie in on it too, both of them raping each of my holes. Wish Ron would force me to use hard drugs and get me addicted to not only his cock but the drugs. get me so addicted that I'd let the dog knot me just to get high. Let his little brother Will put a gun in my mouth and rape his cum deep into my womb. want them to fuck me with the blade of a knife and stand there and laugh at me while I'm in pain. nothing gets me more hot n bothered than thinking about being Ron's perfect rape victim