Consent.

Jesus, and I'm thinking about stuff like this in what, 8th grade? I was the most perverted middle school kid ever.

When I was in middle school, my mom found a story I wrote with a friend about raping girls. It was about our plans for when we were older, which essentially comprised of riding around in a limousine looking for attractive girls, convincing them to get in and raping them.
 
When I was in middle school, my mom found a story I wrote with a friend about raping girls. It was about our plans for when we were older, which essentially comprised of riding around in a limousine looking for attractive girls, convincing them to get in and raping them.

Ha! That must been a shock for her. I used to tie up my dolls and put them in "jail" and my mother once told me that she was afraid I was going to "be into getting tied up and stuff" and then when I told her I was she just said "I knew it!"
 
Ha! That must been a shock for her. I used to tie up my dolls and put them in "jail" and my mother once told me that she was afraid I was going to "be into getting tied up and stuff" and then when I told her I was she just said "I knew it!"

I tied up and tortured my sisters constantly as a kid. My mother was always quite disturbed by this, I could never understand why.
 
I tied up and tortured my sisters constantly as a kid. My mother was always quite disturbed by this, I could never understand why.

Thats a way to deal with sibling rivalry, just tie em up and then you DONT have to deal with it.
 
Haha, I go to bed and everyone talks about their rape fantasies without me :)

So my turn

I used to have this big elaborate fantasy that I would play out bit by bit in my mind every night. I would be laying in bed asleep and then get kidnapped and transported to this high class sex slavery sort of mall, where girls were kept in little rooms with big windows looking out onto a corridor where rich men would walk up and down, window shopping. Guys could pay a fee to test girls out, prices ranging depending on what the guy wanted to do, from talking to the girl to fucking them. I had this running story about the one guy who wanted to buy me and the guard who worked there and fell in love with me and was trying to save me, it was great, would probably make a good story... But yeah, there was more to it, but thats the meat of it.

Jesus, and I'm thinking about stuff like this in what, 8th grade? I was the most perverted middle school kid ever.


just curious, why do you think your fantasy ran to the high class/upscale sex slavery end as opposed to the filthy gutter crack ho-house end?

oh and sorry to burst your bubble, but i was definitely the most perv middle schooler. in 6th and 7th grade i kept a huge 3 ring binder of dirty short stories i'd written and would drool over, everything from being gangraped by a group of my teachers to my mother dying and my father being forced to whore me out to pay the bills, at first hating it and feeling sorry for me, then growing to love and be aroused by it. mmmm those were the days...:D
 
I'm apparently boring. I don't have rape fantasies, of non-consensual fantasies in general. I've fulfilled a couple of consensual non-consent fantasies for different women, but never felt like it was something I wanted to initiate.

They're not a mainstay for me, either. I have much heavier rotation thoughtlets about people who are perfectly and completely happy about what's going to happen next, blithely idiotic to the negatives. To me, it's like you force them, what then? All you need is some firepower and some drugs and you get what you want, the end.

Seducing them and programming them into whatever it is you like is so much more *involved*. But there's a time and a place, at times.
 
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Haha, I go to bed and everyone talks about their rape fantasies without me :)

So my turn

I used to have this big elaborate fantasy that I would play out bit by bit in my mind every night. I would be laying in bed asleep and then get kidnapped and transported to this high class sex slavery sort of mall, where girls were kept in little rooms with big windows looking out onto a corridor where rich men would walk up and down, window shopping. Guys could pay a fee to test girls out, prices ranging depending on what the guy wanted to do, from talking to the girl to fucking them. I had this running story about the one guy who wanted to buy me and the guard who worked there and fell in love with me and was trying to save me, it was great, would probably make a good story... But yeah, there was more to it, but thats the meat of it.

Jesus, and I'm thinking about stuff like this in what, 8th grade? I was the most perverted middle school kid ever.

I'm actually more fascinated by how elaborate this fantasy is! It has a whole futuristic sci fil handmaid's tale element to it. In fact, you can use that when you pitch it as a movie. ;)

When I think about it now, my non-consent fantasies have been almost toppy. Or...based on something other than another person's violence against me. The idea was always that I was dressed so provocatively, or was caught doing something that was so provocative, that the man who caught me had to give in to his animalistic urges and fuck me. There is an element of who's in charge, but also a youaskedforit retribution thing as well.

The non-fantasy "rape" play we do is not about that. It's just he wants, he takes, the end.
 
They're not a mainstay for me, either. I have much heavier rotation thoughtlets about people who are perfectly and completely happy about what's going to happen next, blithely idiotic to the negatives. To me, it's like you force them, what then? All you need is some firepower and some drugs and you get what you want, the end.

Seducing them and programming them into whatever it is you like is so much more *involved*. But there's a time and a place, at times.

You are being unfairly hot. I'm trying to be cross right now!
 
Ha! That must been a shock for her. I used to tie up my dolls and put them in "jail" and my mother once told me that she was afraid I was going to "be into getting tied up and stuff" and then when I told her I was she just said "I knew it!"

Oh, flashback. That was about the extent of my interests in dolls as a kid. Barbie always seemed to be tied up and naked. That Mod-hair Ken was perv for my innocent mind. He was always taking her from her penthouse and keeping her in his van surrounded by my collectible horses (my version of being out in the middle of nowhere.)

I had completely forgotten about that.

As to your fantasy 00Syd...white slavery has been fantasy fodder for me since I first heard about it.
 
Jesus, and I'm thinking about stuff like this in what, 8th grade? I was the most perverted middle school kid ever.

Yeah, whatever. Take my word your fantasy's in eight grade were pretty much on par with mine. I was having fantasy's like that much earlier, but I also started puberty at 8. *shrugs*
 
Yeah, whatever. Take my word your fantasy's in eight grade were pretty much on par with mine. I was having fantasy's like that much earlier, but I also started puberty at 8. *shrugs*

Mine started earlier than that too. Like you gracie, I developed early- five feet and wearing a 34b by the end of third grade.
 
Mine started earlier than that too. Like you gracie, I developed early- five feet and wearing a 34b by the end of third grade.

You were five feet tall in third grade? :eek: How tall are you now? I didn't make it to 5' till 8ths grade and I was PRAYING to make it over 5' tall. I did, by a whole 3/4". :rolleyes: But that's ok, in heaven I will be tall. :p

I was in a B by the end of fifth grade, but I was just a bit over 4' tall.
 
I topped out at just over 5'6"...the rest of my family reached 5'9" or taller. I started early and stopped early. It was a way my sister and I tortured each other. I started wearing a training bra in 2nd grade and she was a freshman before she needed one. Even though she is five years older than me I was in one years before she was. For every "bubble-butt" comment I got I threw back the "carpenter's dream." She has the height, but I have the boobs. :rolleyes:
 
I topped out at just over 5'6"...the rest of my family reached 5'9" or taller. I started early and stopped early. It was a way my sister and I tortured each other. I started wearing a training bra in 2nd grade and she was a freshman before she needed one. Even though she is five years older than me I was in one years before she was. For every "bubble-butt" comment I got I threw back the "carpenter's dream." She has the height, but I have the boobs. :rolleyes:

I'm the shortest of my sisters, and have the biggest boobs. My next youngest sister is 5'2", and wears a C. Then the one below her is 5'3" and wears a D, and the below her is 14, 5'2" and wears a B. Of course the 14 year old is still growing, so she might surpass me boob-wise, but I doubt it. I get my boobs from my dad's side of the family, and she's my half sister on my MOMS side of the family. She probably will be a C.
 
just curious, why do you think your fantasy ran to the high class/upscale sex slavery end as opposed to the filthy gutter crack ho-house end?

oh and sorry to burst your bubble, but i was definitely the most perv middle schooler. in 6th and 7th grade i kept a huge 3 ring binder of dirty short stories i'd written and would drool over, everything from being gangraped by a group of my teachers to my mother dying and my father being forced to whore me out to pay the bills, at first hating it and feeling sorry for me, then growing to love and be aroused by it. mmmm those were the days...:D

I don't know why. Just did I guess. I don't really want to psychoanalyze it.

Haha, I don't really want to get into all the pervy things I did as a kid, but some of them go so far back into childhood to make me a little frightened. I was a... weird kid. But it looks like we all were, huh :D
 
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I don't know why. Just did I guess. I don't really want to psychoanalyze it.

Haha, I don't really want to get into all the pervy things I did as a kid, but some of them go so far back into childhood to make me a little frightened. I was a... weird kid. But it looks like we all were, huh :D

I have to say that weird fantasy's are the one thing that seems to tie us all.
 
Jesus, and I'm thinking about stuff like this in what, 8th grade? I was the most perverted middle school kid ever.


LOL, my daughter made the mistake of writing out her fantasies when around 9 or 10 yo, which my mother found during one of her snooping ventures in our house. The fantasies were detailed and included bondage, humiliation, spanking, and sex which was not what my mother was ready to see and read. We blamed it on her friend next door (actually said it must have been her without actually implicating her) who my mother was not too fond of so immediately believed she would have been 'the one who wrote such filth'. Was the easiest way to handle it at the time for everyone's sake.

Catalina:catroar:
 
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