thread_prefix.21 JIMBO HAS A YEAST INFECTION AND HE TRIED TO RAPE ME

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I didn’t expect much from that night. After a long day at the conference, all I wanted was to collapse in my hotel room, wrap myself in blankets, and let the city lights lull me into a sense of calm. The room felt safe. I had locked the door. Double-checked, even.
It wasn’t enough.
The knock came around 9 PM. Jimbo/Vivo. His name felt familiar, but I barely knew him—just another face in the sea of attendees. He smiled, casual, friendly even, and asked if he could come in to discuss some business. I hesitated but opened the door.
The moment he stepped inside, something changed. His demeanor shifted, and the air grew heavy. I told myself I was imagining things. But then, his hand gripped my arm. Tight. Too tight.
I said no. I tried to push him away. I fought, but it wasn’t enough. The walls closed in as he forced me onto the bed. My voice, loud in my head, barely escaped my lips. I remember thinking: Will anyone hear me?
No one did.
When it was over, he left without a word, as if nothing had happened. The door clicked shut behind him, and I was alone again. Alone with the silence.
 
I didn’t expect much from that night. After a long day at the conference, all I wanted was to collapse in my hotel room, wrap myself in blankets, and let the city lights lull me into a sense of calm. The room felt safe. I had locked the door. Double-checked, even.
It wasn’t enough.
The knock came around 9 PM. Jimbo/Vivo. His name felt familiar, but I barely knew him—just another face in the sea of attendees. He smiled, casual, friendly even, and asked if he could come in to discuss some business. I hesitated but opened the door.
The moment he stepped inside, something changed. His demeanor shifted, and the air grew heavy. I told myself I was imagining things. But then, his hand gripped my arm. Tight. Too tight.
I said no. I tried to push him away. I fought, but it wasn’t enough. The walls closed in as he forced me onto the bed. My voice, loud in my head, barely escaped my lips. I remember thinking: Will anyone hear me?
No one did.
When it was over, he left without a word, as if nothing had happened. The door clicked shut behind him, and I was alone again. Alone with the silence.
Would your mom be proud you wrote yourself as the victim in a rape fantasy with a stranger over the internet?
 
Donald Trump never said any of this words
 
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Would your mom be proud you wrote yourself as the victim in a rape fantasy with a stranger over the internet?
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i write rape fantasies but not from people from behind the screen it’s usually people i see or know in real life who i lowkey crush on 🤩
i write them super detailed. im so grateful i still have my imagination. you lose that with age you know.
 
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