orgasm during rape

After much research I just feel like I’m never going to understand the female body at all. I watched a programmed on youtube called “The Female ****** Explained” now this documentary talked about how women reach ****** and most if not all of the woman said they needed “DESIRE” to reach ******.

Moving on now to the subject of the rape fantasy that some women have had at some point in their life. Now nobody wants to be raped but can someone explain how a woman reaches ****** in a situation that will scar her for life?

Please do not respond and say it was just a physical response to stimulation, I have done my reading with journals and articles by well published psychologists and doctors. After watching that documentary it completely blew my mind and one article I read focused on research by 4 clinicians and 3 out of the 4 focused on physical stimulation but the 4th one who by the was a woman actually said that a woman would have to be “emotionally invested” in the experience to be able to reach ******.

Now the explanation of “Desire” and “Emotional Investment” completely correlate. How many times have women had sex and because they were not in the mood could not achieve ****** but yet during rape they did, you can’t just say that they guy knew how to stimulate her because some women who know in their hearts of hearts know that physical stimulation is just not enough, you would need emotions to add to the experience.

Now I can say that adrenaline rush can aid the situation because the body becomes sensitive however that is still physical and women know that their emotions can play a big part in having an ******.

If we look at how the rape fantasy works, fantasy is safe and controlled however real rape is out of the woman’s control but the act is still the same and its physical stimulation.

Society have placed so much emphasis on male domination to be erotic, sexy and the media often plays on the subconscious thoughts of woman about a dominant man way of conveying passion involves taking them a against their will and ravishing because the man “DESIRES” the woman to the point that her response does not matter to him he will have her at any cost.

Now rape can end with the woman being murdered or mutilated, her vaginal walls damaged. Now statistics have shown that a small amount of women have admitted to having an ******, the statistics are low because of the perceived shame and embarrassment of the event and the emotional trauma that comes with it so figures could be staggeringly high but that remains to be confirmed.

Now this is where things become murky when the scenario actually happen. Some part of a womans brain will react to male dominance some might find it appealing and others might find it repulsive so the questions is do the women that had reach ****** respond positively and the women that didn’t find it repulsive?

They say the brain won’t be able to differentiate between a fantasy rape and real rape because a woman will become lubricated but ****** requires “CONCENTRATION” from the woman. Even somegirls as young as teenagers and even youger often responds to the slightly more dominant male or the “JERK” as the good guys will call them because they would do whatever they wanted regardless how a girl would feel or think.

So if we now go the issue of real rape lets look at the stage where the outcome results in an ******

the man wants the woman, she does not want him,(in her fantasy she would want the man but put up a fight before submitting)

he stimulates her (same rule applies in her fantasy)

time elapses and the unthinkable happens she has an ****** and its a horrible experience (in the fantasy its the best feeling in the world)

If we let science talk, ****** being a state of physical and “MENTAL” satisfaction. To have an ****** the body has to feel good and the mind connects to that good feeling coupled with the duration and type of stimulation will result in ******.

I believe out of shame and fear and embarrassment women will refuse to admit at some point in her mind and body she gave into the sensations of the stimulation.

I believe rapists have understood this particular concept hence why the use the phrase ” you are enjoying this” and other words to further inflict damage, because at the end of the day a woman would not want to feel this kind of sensation with some she didn’t know or knew but never consented to.

Sex and rape becomes blurred over one issue and that is consent. If we look at the components of the rape fantasy and real rape there is still one thing involved and that is consent.

Remove consent from the equation, and just like it is said the brain can differentiate between real and fantasy and will trigger a physical response in the woman for her to become lubricated, even though this can also be a form of defence.

A woman will have some form rape fantasy numerous times in her life time and this will possibly increase the chance an ****** in the event of rape because of the components involved.

The fantasy normally involves someone the woman knows or a complete stranger or multiple men, she fights and even in her mind she may or may not give consent but its a fantasy so its not real but the effect works the same way on her body because the man desires her regardless of how she feels and will do what her must to have her and ravish and this will bring mental and physical pleasure. The same philosophy works with rape except this is not in the mind now this is real life. (Real rape often occurs with a stranger, someone the woman knows or even multiples men she knows or strangers)

(Some women get off on aggressive sex, pain, mutilation,) People have preferences some are just not willing to share them in fear of what people might think and avoid being judged

Women are particularly angered when men find it difficult to sincerely empathize with their plight but how many times have some women spoken about possibly having sex with a stranger, a man being dominant, ravishing her, desiring her and when the moment finally comes you want us to fully believe that “some” part you may have not enjoyed if not a whole lot just a little bit. I believe secrecy, shame and judgmental people that only focus on the sexual aspect of the rape alone will stop women and even men from possibly coming out and speaking “truthfully” about their ordeal.

Please feel free to comment on this article and let me know what you think.

Confessopedia by an India…looking to be a cub for Indian cougar

I have hooked with 2 SW later on in my life and once when I was travelling in train got signals from a lady and almost fucked her like I stick my pin in her asscrack, pressed her boobs as if no one is watching and all sorts of stuff…had few not so steamy affairs online and at workplace…and most recently i tried to hookup with a coworker though we talk in office we used to get steamy on FB at night when her husband goes to nightshifts..he caught this and gave me yellings and it did not work out…last month I sat in a park and watched a schoolgirl saying she is waiting for her boyfriend I knew the park is notorious for misdeeds…smellin if somethin is available for me…i tried to convince her to go for a movie wid me…she accepted but in time came her boyfriend and i took few beatings…..

I am not generally a man of integrity and always keep banging my johnny every now and then…I had not gone to places in career or academics…what can one except with this behavior??
But never got into life with anyone and always keep dreaming of becoming a cub to a cougar….

I found a great place to confess though anonymously…i find relieved now…

I Lit a Bag of Dog Shit on my Grandfather’s Doorstep

It is really funny how this started. Last year at halloween, I decided to sneak around at night and prank people’s houses. My friend told me about a way that he liked to troll people. He would put dog shit in a brown paper bag, take it to someone’s house, put it on the doorstep, and set it on fire with a lighter. He would then knock on the door and run. He would hide somewhere nearby where he could watch. The idea was that the person would see the fire, and try to stamp it out. They would end up with dog shit on their shoes. My friend had been arrested the previous year for doing this. I found his story very funny and decided to try it on someone. I planned what I was going to do. I was going to wait until halloween so it wouldn’t be suspicious to be out late at night. I thought about who would have the funniest reaction to the prank and immediately decided it would be my grandfather. I went to my dad’s friend’s house, got a garbage bag, and filled it with dog shit from the man’s yard. I waited until I was sure that not many people would be out, about 10-11 pm. There were enough people out so that I wouldn’t look suspicious, but not so many that I would get caught. I sneaked to my grandfather’s house with a bag of dog shit, and a lighter. I was dressed in black, so no one would see me. I was wearing a black jacket with a hood, black, military style pants, and running shoes. This way, I would be hard to see, and if I had to run, I would be able to get out of there in a moment’s notice. If the cops showed up, I was going to hide until they left, then sneak back home. I sneaked through the backyards of the other houses, and hid behind the garage. I waited until the coast was clear, then I sneaked out from behind the garage, set the bag down, and right as I was trying to get the lighter to work, a van pulled up in front of one of the nearby houses and a group of trick-or-treaters got out. I quickly grabbed the bag and ran back behind the garage. I made sure they hadn’t seen me and waited for them to leave. As soon as they left, I checked to make sure no one else was around. then I made my way back to my grandfather’s house. I set the bag down, looked one more time to make sure no one was watching, and lit the bag on fire. Then I knocked on the door and ran as fast as I could. I hid back behind the garage but peeked out enough to see the house. My grandfather answered the door, but he did not see the bag until the fire had already went out. He looked around suspiciously, and then went back in. I went home. At about 1 am, someone knocked on the door. My dad went outside, and there was something on fire. He stamped it out, only to find it was dog shit. the next day, I got a call from my grandfather. He had tried to do the same thing to me! I still do not know how he found out it was me. Maybe he heard me laughing or something. Anyway, It was something I will never forget.

Forever alone

I really like meme comics. Few weeks ago while I was browsing some of them I saw the Forever Alone guy.
At first it was funny but after some comics it made me sad and showed me… yes I was him, for every days of my god damned life I was him.
I have a girlfriend, more than 5 close friends and so many friends and good family and they all respect me and accept me, but there’s something. I don’t know what it is, but it does exist. I’m useless, I’m alone, they just play, I knew it.
I’m getting old, I’m around 30.
I know I’m the forever alone guy.
With friends and even when having sex with my girl friend, I have this feeling… yes I’m alone.
Soon I’ll leave ‘em all and live my true lonely life.

Best friend and I suck each other

We were great friends and spent the night together many times. We would get horny and we first started to hold each others cocks and that led to other things. At times one of us would lay on our backs and the other stick his dick between the others closed legs right at the others butt and pump till we would cum.
Then one time we were holding each others cocks and one thing led to another and we talked about letting the other fuck our ass – well we did! It sure was good to feel my friends cock press into my ass then the in and out would feel so good.
Well one day we were in the bath room and we were fooling around pumping our cocks and somehow we talked about sucking each other. Before we knew it we were laying on the floor in a 69 with each holding and looking at each others cocks. Well it took us a while but I think I was the first to take his and put it in my mouth after we kept saying ‘If You do it I will’. Well I think I did it first – took the head of his dick between my lips and it felt so smooth, well he then did the same to me – talk about feeling good. Before long we were both fully sucking on each other taking the entire dick in our mouths. After a while I was ready to cum and pulled out of his mouth while still suck his smooth dick and began pumping it with my hand till I came.
We did it a few more other times and sometime we would even just suck the other till we would cum in each other mouths.
I guess I am straight but I still think about doing it and how smooth his dick was and sometime masturbate thinking of how good it was.

my sister is dead to me

I never thought that I would see the day where love can create more brokenness in a family or that love is like a terminal disease. When my sister fell in love with someone who decided to migrate halfway around the world in 5 years time, I started to distant myself from her.

To me she is dead and actually she has been dead to me for quite some time already. I maybe a selfish person and it maybe my problem. but the truth is in my mind nobody is to be blame. it’s like my sister has terminal illness. nobody is to blame. She will die in 5 years time and no one can do anything about it.

Actually, this in itself is not a secret, this morning when my mom tried to persuade her out of migrating, I interrupted the discussion rather rudely and I mean every word when I told her that she is dead to me and nothing can bring the dead back to life. When my mom ask me to say sorry and take back what I say.. I didn’t and I couldn’t, because I truly meant every word I said.

The steadier her relationship is the more dead she is to me. Even if she tells me how much she loves me and how much she love my parents..to me she has died.

If her plans to migrate fail, I will take it as a miracle cure that she has come back to life and treat her as someone alive rather than dead.

I am not making her choose between her partner or me. Nobody can choose the day that they will die and nobody can choose the day where someone would treat them as dead rather than alive no matter how much love there is between two person before this.

To This Day, Our Secret.

I hit puberty at 11 and started having wet dreams– often. I was close with my older stepsister and confessed to her how horrified I’d be if anyone, especially my stepmother, found out, so she offered to do my laundry with hers anytime I needed. So, every couple of weeks for almost 3 years, I’d deposit my sticky underwear or pajama bottoms into her hamper and a couple of days later, they would be back in my drawer all clean. About the time she went off to college, I found a cute girlfriend who taught me all about sex, and my underwear problem suddenly disappeared. Funny thing is, to this day, neither my stepsister or I have ever mentioned the secret she so lovingly kept for me.

Bad situation, not good

so last night me and a couple of buddies were drinking heavily. we were all super gooned so we were like lets pick up some blow and go to the club. I called up this guy i know and hes a crazy motherfucker. i think he may in fact be a serbian war criminal. anyways he told me to come by his place and grab the shit so thats exactly what i did. when i got there the door was open and i could hear what i thought were people talking. after getting into the living room i could hear that he was actually fuckin his girlfriend in the other room. I saw the blow on the table but it wasnt a couple grams it was a couple ounces. I grabbed that shit and got the fuck outta dodge. About 20 minutes later he called me up whining and crying about how someone jacked his shit so I says to him I says “shut ur fuckin mouth u frowning, immigrant fuck.” I hung up and a little while later he called me back and he told me he fed my buddy t-bag’s legs into a wood chipper. now he told me that hes gonna whip me in the ballz with a car antenna until i tell him where i stashed his shit. truth is that I traded it in for a fuckin sweet car. you guessed it a hot pink 1996 mazda miata with 16 inch rims and polyester interior. anyways do any of you people have any suggestions on how to deal with the serbian?