I was raised in a devoutly Catholic household. My boyfriend was also Catholic. However, he had been sexually active for many years. Meanwhile, I was still a virgin and wanted to abstain from intercourse until marriage. We had been dating for several weeks and my boyfriend was pressuring me to have sex. Instead of seducing me, my ex decided to rape me.
I had prepared a dinner at my apartment. My ex had brought a bottle of wine for the meal. After having a couple of sips, I was starting to feel ill. I am petite and do not tolerate alcohol well. At this point, I headed to my bedroom to lie down while the meal was still cooking.
My ex followed me into my bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed. I fell on it face forward. Then, he sat on my back. When I asked him what he was doing, he hiked up my mini skirt and pulled down my underwear. Then, I felt this searing pain as his penis penetrated my vagina.
Afterwards, he told me that it was all for the best. Dumbfounded, I could not respond. Then, he stated that it would help me forgot the guy that I had dated that summer. In a rage, I screamed for him to leave my apartment immediately. He heeded my request.
Years later, I would learn that my ex boyfriend was a promiscuous bisexual from several, reliable sources. I was not surprised about this news. There was a reason why he preferred the bareback style.
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