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Date Rape

I was 23 and it was our 3rd “date.” We went to his house to watch movies and have pizza. I was okay with that because he lived with his mom and she was home. We ate and then went to his room. On the way up the stairs he grabbed my shoes from the front door area and brought them up with us. While watching the movie, we started making out, him on top of me. He reached down and unbuttoned my pants. At that point, I stopped him and said I wanted to take things slowly. We kept kissing and then he reached down again, so I stopped him and then got out from under him. As I was rolling away from him to get off the bed, he got on top of me so I was face down. He held me face down into the pillow with his forearm while he pulled down my pants. He squirted a ridiculous amount of lubricant on me, like a ton all over me, and started raping me. All throughout, he alternated between holding my face in the pillow and pulling my hair so hard that my neck popped and hair came out. He held my face down for longer and longer each time so that my vision would go spotty or start to fade and then pull my head back so I remained conscious. He raped me anally and vaginally, and I begged him to put a condom on. I was so scared he would kill me. I was right on the edge of passing out a lot of the time. When he was holding my head down, he would whisper in my ear how much he liked it and would ask if I liked it. His breath curled my straightened hair right by my ear. He also kept squirting lube all over me and telling me he loved how wet I got for him. After he was done, he had me go clean up and I locked myself in the bathroom and just cried. After 20 minutes or so, he told me to come out, so I did. I stayed there with him and watched some movies. I can’t even tell you which ones. It wasn’t until I was leaving that I realized I had peed the bed. I was so scared he would say something about that, but he never did. When he let me go, I got dressed and left as fast as I could.

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