My name is Veronika. I notice a lot of guys post rape stories up here. So, I will post a true story of when I got raped. I got raped when I was 19 years old. I lived by myself in Chicago. I lived in a poor neighborhood. I went to sleep one night. I woke up at 2 in the morning to see a man standing over my bed. He jammed his gun in my mouth and said "Be quiet bitch, or I will kill you!" So obviously, I was going to listen to him, I didn't have a choice. When he spread my legs and started fucking me, I was very afraid. Now, guys always write rape stories where they think it turns fun for the woman eventually. No, the reason I orgasmed during the rape came from the fact that the guy was fucking me so hard and fast, and for so long, and that was my body's reaction to getting fucked. It didn't mean that I liked the guy, and it didn't mean I wasn't afraid. I did what the guy told me to, because I was afraid of him. I don't think guys can understand that.