Sara Gets Slapped

At any rate, Sara had been so ashamed of her fantasy that she hadn’t even told any of her friends about it. Each time she got into a new relationship, she would waffle back and forth over whether or not she would tell her new lover about what she wanted. Eventually, she’d share her secret, then be embarrassed when the man she was with inevitably balked.

This shame didn’t seem to have any effect on her desire, though. In fact, sometimes Sara suspected that the more ashamed she was, the hotter her fantasy got. She would find herself drifting off into reverie several times per week, daydreaming about a faceless man who would strike her, then fuck her forcefully. She’d get so turned on that she’d find that her hand had drifted into her panties and was stroking her hot, wet slit. She’d bring herself to orgasm, dreaming about this mysterious man who was not afraid to dominate her.

The worst part of it was that Sara had no idea whether she would really like to be slapped during sex, or whether this was purely a fantasy. The more she dreamt about it, though, the more convinced she was that she had to try it, at least once. Then she would know for sure whether this was something that she needed in order to be satisfied, or whether it was just masturbation fodder.