I lot of mine depends. I mean, I do love the daddy/daughter thing, and the age gap is always a big thing for me, but the details change on a regular basis. A lot of the times it's Black men that are in the fantasy.
He's ALWAYS someone much older than me, always much bigger than me (but everyone is anyway) and he's always ugly and hairy.
The hairy because I do think chest hair on men is sort of hot. I like hairy men. The ugly, however, is because it adds to the humiliation of it. Picturing the rapist as Johnny Depp, or as clean and handsome wouldn't be anywhere near as humiliating as someone that is fat and ugly. It adds to the humiliation if it's someone that I wouldn't want even touching me.
The whole idea of the rapist wanting to hurt and humiliate me for something I never did to them, for some reason that I don't know about, something that I never even had a hand in is a big turn on. In any case he's not doing it so much for sex as he is to see me in tears, to see me humiliated and in pain.
I like to think about his motivation as I'm building myself up. If he's black he's raping me because I'm white and a long time ago, before I was born, he couldn't use the same water fountain or because of slavery. Either way he's taking all the hatred and aggression out on me.
Sometimes it's because he had an overbearing mother. Sometimes it's because I remind him of a girl that rejected him, years ago, before i was even born. Sometimes it's just because I'm cute and little and he just wants to destroy me.
His motives change, but I like to think about them, and they are always for reasons that really don't involve me, I'm just the person he's taking it out on. I'm usually young and innocent and whatever his motives, taking that away from me is a part of them.
In the longer ones, he takes me, he doesn't just rape me, but he takes me home with him.
He always strips me nude. He takes all my clothes off but he leaves his on that way I feel more vulnerable. I'm naked and helpless, but he's dressed and free.
He doesn't rape me, at least not yet, instead he explores me, he touches me all over so i know what's coming. After that he hurts me. He does it just to hurt me. When he's done, he masturbates on me. And then he leaves me.
When he comes back he hurts me again, but just a little, and then gives me the choice. he can hurt me more or i can suck him off. He doesn't so much let me blow him as he just face-fucks me.
It builds from there. the next time I see him he just rapes me. Fast and brutal. He just comes in and rapes me.
From then on it's hell. Sometimes he'll just hurt me, sometimes he'll just rape me. Sometimes it's choices. I can drink his pee or he'll hurt me, eat his ass or he'll rape me, I can fuck him or he can rape me.
It escalates, how he tortures me escalates, how he rapes me escalates, the things that he fucks me with, bottles, animals, the humiliation escalates until, well, until its over. Until I'm totally broken.