Why is it so fucking hard to get a group of thugs to rape me?

34 & never raped! What’s wrong!? Too ugly!? Too skinny!? Barry’s friends said I was a fun fuck! Even the dogs were happy! So what is it?

I don’t have a lot of unfulfilled fantasies to be honest. Usually if I think of something - and it makes me horny - I just go out and fucking do it. But one unfulfilled fantasy really frustrates me. My secret wish is to get raped for real! Yeah - I know it’s dangerous - but so is fucking skydiving and car racing. I love that surge of blood pressure and pounding of the heart when I know I’m doing something that’s completely over the top risky.

Whenever I park somewhere at night - I make sure I have to walk down a dark alley - it always makes my cunt a bit wet hoping that lurking somewhere in the dark shadows is a gang of greasy thugs waiting for their moment to force their cocks up my cunt and arse. Just the thought of limping home with uninvited sperm deep in my womb having a party with my slutty little ovum - if the thought of that doesn’t get a girls juices flowing she must be fucking frigid!

There’s a park where some lucky bitch got raped. It’s on my way home from work. I did my evening jog there for months - but no luck. I even wore my old school sports gear (yeah I’m 34 years old but I’m skinny and petite - so I can pass for a schoolgirl at a pinch.) Barry (my hubby) says rapists are cowards and I’d probably kick their arses.

(He never lets me live some of the shit I do down! A guy on a motorbike tried to steal my computer backpack a couple of years ago. I was really pissed and I chased him down at the next set of lights. He ended up in hospital with a broken arm and compound leg fracture. Can you imagine - the Police said I should have let him get away?! And keep my fucking computer!!! And they were pretty surprised that I’m such a violent pocket sized fucker. I was honest with them. I broke his arm by accident when I pulled him off the bike. I broke his leg on purpose because I was pissed at the fat thieving fuck. They started talking about charging ME!! Imagine that 190cm fat biker cunt in court blubbering to the judge that 145cm me was too fucking mean to him! ) Anyway, who knows? Maybe Barry’s right. Maybe the word’s gone out that I’m some sort of dangerous bitch they shouldn’t rape? I know that Barry really does love me. I’m pretty sure he fantasises about his wife getting violently raped almost as much as I do. It’s just so fucking annoying!

I travelled through Europe for a year after I finished high school. Fucking nothing. My cunt got plenty of action from guys who asked politely! I kept a record - I got an average of at least 3.2 new cocks a day into my cunt and/or arse - but every single one of them was a pre approved entry. The reason I say “at least” is not because I can’t fucking count! That was a year for parties and fun for me - literally as much “sex, drugs and Rock&Roll” as one tiny Aussie teenager could fit into one year! If I was pissed but still enjoying the party, I’d just find a quiet corner to pass out until I was ready to party again. Every time I’d wake up with cum dripping out of my holes. How could I possibly know how many guys had used me? I just decided that “passed out” fucks don’t count. I didn’t mind - if I’m passed out then obviously I’m not using my cunt and shitter. It’s only polite to let guys use them if they need to dump some cum. (Here’s a tip girls: Just keep a micro dress and a half dozen wet wipes neatly folded into your stocking gaiter - when you’re ready to party again, just wipe yourself down and throw on the new dress - good as new and you didn’t even have to leave the dance floor!).

I did the whole Trans-Siberian from Beijing to Moscow and back. I only went to Europe that way because I heard lots of Western girls get raped on that train!!! Me? Fucking zip!! Abducted into the white slave trade? Only in my fucking dreams! I swear I took precisely zero of the “personal safety” tips recommended on the Australian Government’s “Smart Traveler” website. I never wore a dress that hung more than 2cm below my cunt. When I arrived home, the only pair of panties I packed we’re still in their original wrapper!

So why am I finding it so fucking hard to have a guy (or better yet a group of guys) force my legs apart and shove their dicks up my cunt. I’m a bit of a Tom Boy most of the time. Maybe I’m just not attractive to rapists? I’m tiny but I’m tough - maybe rapists just like weak girls? I’ll usually fuck a guy who’s really horny (blue balls are horrible), so if a guy’s really “stuck” I’ll usually usually help out with a quick mercy fuck. Maybe the rapists just ask politely for a fuck first?

Anyway, it’s really fucking annoying - it shouldn’t be this hard to find a hard rapist’s cock! 😢 Barry’s such sweet husband he gets a few guys to rape me occasionally. Usually around Valentine’s Day (he’s quite romantic in some ways). But it’s not the same if they’re tested and there’s a safe word etc.Also, I have a reputation for fighting back a bit too aggressively.. Would you believe it? Last time they had a safe word too! Fucking wussies!

The fact is, I’m sweet 34 & and I’ve never been raped! I’ve still got my fucking rape cherry🍒!!! At 34! So what’s wrong with me!? Am I too fucking ugly!? Too skinny!? At our wedding all Barry’s friends said I was fun to fuck! Even the dogs were happy! So what is it? Were they all fucking lying? I just saw on YouTube they’re looking for three guys for raping some girl! They chained her in their back yard and raped for a whole fucking week! Lucky fucking bitch! And she was only 11. And she looked fat. What’s she got that I haven’t got/