there is just something so (non-sexually) satisfying in seeing women get beaten or hurt.
It's the exact opposite for me. I take great sexual pleasure in abusing woman or directly causing them to experience intense physical or emotional trauma. One of my favorite memories of this is when I bullied a tomboy in middle school, and do I mean I bullied her.
I can greentext it if there's interest.
knew this one girl growing up - cute, tomboyish, somewhat shy
would always follow me around, try to get in groups with me,etc in any classes we had together
she liked to hang out and play with the boys during recess and lunch, but would only pal around with cliques that had at least one other girl in them
one day after school she decides she wants to play with me and my group of only male friends for some reason
we're playing soccer as she comes running up to us
"Hey anon! Can I play soccer with you guys?"
"Sure, but you've gotta go fetch the ball for us."
since I've got it right there under my foot she's understandably confused
just as she's about to say something I punt it off into a creek near the field
one of my friends chuckles, the others don't really understand what's going on
she comes back with the ball 5 minutes later a bit drenched and short hair all messy from wading through the creek
despite that she's still got a joyful smile on her face
she tosses the ball back to me and I tell her to she's goalie for my team
as soon as she's in position I power kick the ball straight into her face
she's crying but not sobbing, just clutching her nose that's gushing out blood with this terrified look on her face
runs off the field without another word
my friends were confused and uncomfortable but ended up just brushing it off
apparently she told her mom that she "fell" so I never got in any trouble for it
decided I would make life hell for this girl as long as she went to school with me
would smack her in the back of the head as hard as I could and laugh every time I saw her
generally just tried to make her truly dread whenever I was around
valentine's day rolls around and she shows me these really well done handmade cards she made for her friends
during the school assembly while she wasn't looking I went through her backpack, tore up all the cards, and took the candy out of them
there was even one in there for me
could hear her crying to herself on the bus ride home that day
I didn't even eat the candy
she eventually transferred schools at the end of the school year and I haven't heard from her since
I savored each and every moment like a deliciously savory cut of meat
i hated this story. you're a retard.
You're welcome anon
Despite making it clear that you had absolutely no respect for her, she continued to make advances on you for whatever arbitrary childish reasons she had. People like this really disgust me.
I honestly thought this was gonna be bitch getting taught a valuable lesson.
But she did learn a valuable lesson, she learned not be a dumb bitch. At least that's how youngfag me rationalized it. But that's not why I did it anyway.
Did you at least fug her in the bagina?
No, but I vaguely recall manhandling and feeling her loli body up a few times.