Making him promise not to cum inside no matter what you say. He keeps his word, despite how much you beg and cry in your cock-drunk state. You're forced to endure the denial as he pulls out and you feel the hot splashes hit your skin, his cum covering you from face to stomach.
A hunter pressing the flat of his buck knife to the nipple of hiker he caught and tied up, relishing in their whines and the way the cold steel makes their breath quicken.
Drinking by the campfire that becomes clumsy, feral sex. Zippers yanked down and buttons torn in the effort to undress in the dim flickering light. Neither party willing to wait and the top slamming into the other as soon as there's access.
Your stalker catching you unaware, shoving you face first into the wall and pressing something hard into your back. "Don't even think about turning around," and a click as the revolver's hammer is pulled back is all you hear before his freehand begins to grope and explore you.
Kind of miss having my legs fall open to somebody without even thinking about it. Just: like as soon as they loom over me I just show my belly & soft parts. Ready and willing.