I need to tell someone
I’m gonna tell the story of what happened to me.
I would put it in rape counseling, but I don’t have enough karma on this account to post.
My mother is sick
I was visiting her.
I went out to the bar alone
I was very friendly and engaging and probably flirty.
I was looking for some under the table tattoo jobs.
I played a game of pool with a man.
Then later, I was close to the back door of the bar
I have been drinking a lot
Because my mother is dying of cancer
I was by the back of the door
He came at me so fast
Throws himself against me and kisses me hard
And scoops me right out the door
To the parking lot behind the bar
He’s trying to get me to go to his car
But I’m not gonna go to his car
I pull away and stumble in my red high heels
I scrambled away from him
Unfortunately, towards the alley
He has caught up to me
He has a hold of me
I pull away, but go down hard onto my knees
He’s on me from behind, pulling my panties off from under my dress
His cock is out and he’s trying to enter me
He’s pushing hard against my pussy
But it’s not going in.
He releases me, but there’s nowhere to go
A wall behind me and fenced either side
I try and get up panties around my knees
But I immediately has me by the hair , pushing his cock into my mouth.
I don’t know why I didn’t bite him.
Instead, I did I was told.
When he pulled it out of my mouth, cried out that I wanted him to stop and that I don’t wanna do this
And he threw me onto my back
Hold my legs open
And tries to enter me again
I am not wet and it is not easy
I feel him splitting me
I get the heel of my high heel shoe into his hip and I push Hard
He flipped me onto my belly
And his whole weight is on top of me
Still trying to enter me
Somehow, he it’s not able to
He has lost his erection
He’s battling his manhood
And trying to pin me down
He has gotten it hard again
But I’ve gotten out of his grasp
But he can easily grab me again
Twist me onto my back and spit on my pussy
Pulls my legs wide and avoids my heels
I feel him entering me again
Breaking me open
I shout
“No! Stop! I don’t want to do this”
And again, his manhood Withers.
He backs away and is gone as fast as he came.
.….
I had it coming
I deserved it
I cannot tell my husband
He will freak out
I’m afraid call me a liar
And say that I really just had a one stand
I haven’t told anyone. But I really need to talk about it.