The Unreality Of The Rape Fear Fantamask
Live your lies-get lucid
My biggest nightmare would be raping a pet and having to go to court over it. I’m not into bestiality and I’m not into rape; I don’t even have a pet, that’s why this horrifies me. It has every element of a nightmare; uncertainty, specified hatred, and fear. This nightmare bears the persecution of my peers for a crime that I know I didn’t commit and would never commit.
Imagine going to a jury of your closest friends having them convict you of hate-fucking your pet-rabbit. Let alone wanting to hate-fuck a rabbit, who the hell keeps rabbits for pets these days anyways? Fat widows that keep a non-human relict of the useless alcoholic husband that knocked her up with three children and passed-away before they got to grade school? Or perverts that want something to stuff their chafed dick into? Neither represents my life.
If I had to pick my own Rape Fear Fantamask fantasy I’d probably opt for having a bunch of topless girls feeding me unseeded cherries in the back of a pick -up truck. I’d make sure my favorite hillbilly music was playing while my best friends were driving the car and getting blowjobs. And right before it was set to drive off a cliff I’d wake up in a pool of cocaine. At least I wouldn’t be miserable in the end either way. Nightmares are for weak suckers. You can make anything good out of a bad dream.