Jilling Off

There’s been so much talk lately about what rape is, and who does it, and about the sanctity of rape victims, and how they often get violated again in the court process, so it’s both strange and gratifying to tell a story to your friends and have them state “that’s kind of rapey” even before you offer up all the excuses that you have – that you didn’t say no – although you could hardly breathe, let alone speak, that you’d told him you liked it rough, that you said you enjoyed being dominated, and your entire filthy persona – not to mention the enthusiasm that you’d greated him with earlier in the night. Because yes, you love to suck cock, but you don’t love it when a guy repeatedly shoves your head down. You _really_ don’t love it when he asks if you’re awake, and when you reply, he sits on your chest, pinning you to the bed, shoving his cock down your throat, grasping your head so tight that you can hardly move it, even when you gag, and your mouth fills with vomit, and he just thrusts harder and harder. And you feel helpless and hopeless, and you remember all your rape fantasies, and think that well yeah, maybe this is what you’re asking for, and you just try to make him finish quicker so that he’ll stop. And then, when he’s done, and you know you’re about to start crying, that’s when you curl into him so you can pretend it’s okay, that this was somemthing you wanted to do.

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