You answered his CL add and he stalked you for weeks. Your doors were locked but you left the key under the potted plant like you told him in one of your replies. You took sleeping pills to get to sleep due to your nerves. He let you stew in your nervousness, you thought he was going to flake. Weeks in, overcome from the exhaustion of over stimulation and heightened awareness you fell into deep slumber. 3am you never heard the back door creak or the steps down your hall. When the lights flicked on you thought you were in a dream. Groggy, you offered up minimal resistance. He ripped your clothes off to offer himself full access to the fruits of your body. He took them, roughly, wantonly. When he pushed himself in, you were instantly wet, his large, thick cock banging off your cervix. Thrusting was replaced with a splashing as sex soaked your thighs to the knees and down to the wet spot on the bed below the small of your back. You came first, a ball of fire starting somewhere deep in your loins and rolling up the base of your spine. Your eyes rolled back in your head as the endorphin flood hit like a tsunami. He grunted and released. You could feel a blast of warmth in your cunt which furthered your own climax. And then like a dream he was gone, as the front door clicked shut you reached down to touch your violated petals. Your fingers caressed through your folds and you quickly climaxed one more time to the sensation of his rape leaking from your womb. One of my favourite fantasies right here.