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A young woman is drugged and raped

Redneck Retribution

Why the change Without an agreement To rearrange Our marital bed, making it indecent? Nine years and before, Gentle and caring, Seems you want a rectal ride, queer? Is for flare? Later on down the road, Tied me up, You bestowed Bruises and bleeding you snubbed but not with a club! Did you think me a hore? That needed a lesson? Punishment galore? And with every session? Please tell me how This all makes you feel. Do you feel I must allow it and bow? Does it take this to make it real? You didn’t even do annal training. Which I recently learned is often intense. It was one complete ram and jam. It makes no sense and I need some defense. Hands behind my back Pillowcase over my head Bend to tend to your knack For making me dread This way and that What was impossible, I thought, came inside of me, you- up and down arrived. Hostile, audible, seems you saw no obstacle. Where in the wind, Did you land These new positions that grind? For you now, nothing seemed banned. Over and over In and out You drove With much clout. Sometimes until I was raw, You enjoyed my body, Complimented and talked about all you saw Anything and everything, nothing was gaudy. Tied up and with the hood over head you left Me for a time Exhibiting yourself to be deft Told me to say, “Fuck me,” like a chime. Bruises, Almost breaks, Told me to think of what I might choose. Knowing what was at stake. Fisting, You liked. Big things you were wishing, To vaginal in me hike. Made me bow Offering myself totally Next a job of blow Anecdotally, you said, “SWALLOW!” Help me understand What happened Why this new brand? And so many more new passions? Get on top, Face my head, Now my feet then stop. Next toys that shred. Pretend you are being raped Then try to escape Second drape Your body over my shape Stand on top, Come down on me Go around and around, Make me scream in…

Is it forbidden love he feels or lustful longing?

i turned a phone sex conversation i had into a poem.

One woman's saturation in lust.

Some consequences are worth the risk...