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I think I identify as a bisexual. In February, my friends and I decided to watch a hip hop show at a bar. The three of us girls were sitting, waiting for the show to begin. People slowly began pouring in, but as I was looking down I felt someone staring in my direction. I am a pretty shy gal and am not fully in tune with my s********. She held my eye contact and it got so intense i looked away. I didnt think of it much at that moment as I was not expecting anything to happen. Frankly, I thought she was judging me and nothing more. Soon enough we made eye contact again and it lasted for 5 seconds. She was cute and I still wasnt sure why she was staring. AGAIN, I looked away to break the gaze. Then a third time she looked at me this time with a smile on her face. This was when i realized she was probably trying to get my attention and not judging me. Idk, I am not confident with myself And dont think people are interested in me like that. HOWever, I convinced myself she was with a guy who probably could have just been her friend. I am writing this because 7 months after this encounter I have not stopped thinking about it. I absolutely regret not going up and saying hi. What was the worst that could happen. I wished I could have at least said hi. I am still pretty bummed.

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I started exp.osing myself in grade school. The girls were shocked and ran. In most cases they couldn’t see who I was because I covered my face.

Then in high school I ra.ped a girl. I ti e d her to a picnic table and spread her wide open. I examined her holes and then ra.ped her while she screamed and begged. It was a fantastic orga.sm. I kept her pa.nties as a souvenir. I released her and she must not have reported it because I never got in trouble. Too humiliating for her.

In college I ra.ped two more girls. I ra.ped one in the parking lot by dragging her into the nearby woods. I kept her pa.nties too.

Then there was this other girl who was always going around campus telling the male students to not ra.pe anyone. She promoted the idea that there was a ra.pe crisis. I think she just needed some co.ck so one weekend I took her and I ra.ped her repeatedly all weekend long, over and over.

Up her pu.ssy many times and up her a s s too. She was furious, she screamed and raged but eventually she broke and begged and pleaded. Funny thing was that she clim.axed several times while I ra.ped her. I also rubbed her cli.t with my finger and she clim.axed for that too. Her cl.it swelled and got really hard when I rubbed it, she started rocking and begging, “no, no, please no”. She kept rocking back and forth and then she couldn’t hold back anymore and she clim.axed, shivered, shook, moaned and moaned.

I asked her how it was to be the big ra.pe fear spreader on campus and then to get ra.ped She begged me to not tell anyone. I knew then she wasn’t going to report it. After that she no longer spread fear or talked about the male students being ra.pists. I bet she mast.urbates regularly while remembering being ra.ped and it’s probably the best or.gasms she ever has.

Funny thing is I’m dating a girl now who says that ra.pists should be cas.trated, emas.culated, de-balled. She doesn’t know that I am a ra.pist. She doesn’t know my history. I tried to persuade her against cas.tration but she says that ra.pe is so humiliating, it breaks the girl mentally and impacts her for life so the ra.pist should be neutered. She says so “his gun doesn’t have any more bullets”. She means his co.ck can’t shoot a load. It really irritates me to hear her talk that way. I’ve been treating her rougher in bed and I’m just going to drag her into the bedroom, strip her na.ked and ra.pe her. I think that’s what she needs. It’s what they all need and want.

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