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“61% of self-identified women had fantasized about this [being forced to have sex] before, while 24% said they fantasized about it often.”

“54% of self-identified men had fantasized about this before, while 11.5% said they fantasized about it often.”

“68% of non-binary participants had fantasized about this before, while 31% said they fantasized about it often.”

Interestingly, the same guy also asked people about the inverse, i.e. did they fantasize about forcing sex on someone else, which he talks about in a blog post. He found (again using exact quotes):

“20% of self-identified women had fantasized about this [forcing sex on someone else] before, while 4% said they fantasized about it often”

“38% of self-identified men had fantasized about this before, while 7% said they fantasized about it often”

“38% of non-binary participants had fantasized about this before, while 9% said they fantasized about it often”

I recommend reading both articles, they go into a lot more detail than I’ve reported here. This guy also wrote a book on this topic, though I haven’t read it.

and sometimes i think he must notice me as well. i see him pause in doorways, i see him strolling in the garden when i do. i dropped my shawl once, and i saw from the corner of my eye that he pressed his face deeply into it before bringing it to me without a word.

i dream of him sometimes. i see visions of him shedding his heavy gauntlets and dimpling my thighs with his warm hands, of him leaned over me, kissing at my ankle rested on his shoulder. i wake up haunted by the warmth of his mouth, the tenderness of his thrusts, the kindness of his embrace.

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He lay there staring at the ceiling, head resting on her stomach as she held him between her thighs. He fingers twisted, massaging his scalp and temples as she coo'd in his ear.

"Nngh...?" He managed to mumble, which roughly trasnlated to "what's going on? It's so hard to think when your fingers are moving around and around and around..."

"Hm?" She asked softly, as he groaned at her touch. "You want to go under?" She chuckled lightly, applying a little more pressure to the massage.

He groaned in response. It'd cut off his thoughts again.

"Just let me take care of you, okay baby?" She pushed her fingers against him and made him nod his head. Yes. He should let her take care of him. It just made sense, didn't it?

Resuming the massage, he tried his best to tip his head back and look up at her. Had his head always been this heavy? Did it always take this much effort to move it?

Shining mischievous eyes looked down at him curiously.

"Yes? Did you want something?"

He did his best to form a coherent sentence, but it came out as a string of mumbling groans.