That’s what I’m grappling with here.There are two types of fantasy presented in transgressive sex stories. There’s the obvious ‘what if someth...ing really fucked up happened’ kind of fantasy, but there’s also a related ‘what if I could live out my kinks and have it be morally OK’ fantasy. My suspicion is that the latter fantasy is the reason we see so many rape stories where the victim comes to enjoy their violation. The idea that a rape victim ‘wants it really’ could be a very comforting one,. Tom could now clearly see how large tits she had. They worked for some time, then Aiza asked if she could have a glass of water, since the sink in the kitchen was broken, Tom handed her a glass and told her to use the sink in the bathroom. Azia went, then suddenly Tom remembered that he had some porn mags laying around in the bathroom. He rushed after her, but it was too late, when he entered the the room, Aiza had already turned a page in the mag and was looking at a black girl sucking a big. “And do you know how to massage weary flesh?”“Massage. No, m'Lady.”“I'll show you.” Sophia gave a wicked grin. “Now, if you would bring us our meal and two glasses of your finest wine.”“Ale is fine for me,” I interrupted.Sophia wrinkled her nose. “Thank you, sweet child.”I frowned at her. Why was she acting so sweet?Delores scurried off and returned with a platter: two bowls of the steaming stew, thick slices of brown bread, a heel of butter, and our drinks. She sat it down on our table, then. He didn’t make a habit of reading his mom’s personal mail but one or two words attracted him to the missive like a moth is attracted to light. The words ‘pussy’ and ‘orgasm’ shone out from the page like beacons. He found himself reading the message from start to finish and was left with the conclusion that they had become much more than just good friends. Sharon had written that she couldn’t wait to hold Cathy in her arms again, to kiss and caress her and to make love as they had on that last.