ravenna
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i have been raped, and i have been play-raped. (i don't think that makes me an expert on either one, but not being an expert has never stopped me before.) i was date-raped my freshman year of college, by a hot senior guy that i had a major steamy crush on. If he'd asked sweetly he could have seduced me, if he'd waited till the third date i'd have been all over him, but he wanted it the way he wanted it. He took me back to his apartment after a semi-formal party and segued smoothly from making out on his sofa to pulling my dress up and pulling my panties aside, without even asking. He pried my legs open, pinned my arms down when i started struggling, and somehow slipped a condom on with one hand before impaling me. (A smooth operator! i'm sure i wasn't the first little freshman he'd nailed that way.) And yes, it was technically rape, because i had said NO, loudly, several times, he wasn't deaf, and i was actively resisting, at least for awhile. (He was a LOT bigger than me.) And no, it wasn't technically rape, because, as he said afterwards, while wiping my sweaty, teary face and pouring me a drink (such a gentleman), "You can't rape a wet cunt." I slapped him, but it was true. The whole scene, as scary as it was, was enormously erotic for me, and i was incredibly wet and switched on, and within an hour we were both laughing and having sex again. Any guy would call this a classic case of "she wants it, her lips say no, but her other lips say yes yes yes." And did i learn anything? Yes and no. i slept with the guy for three months (i know, i know, i'm such a slut), till i dumped him for the man who much later became my first owner. But i did learn that i have a dangerous hunger for submission inside me (oh hell, i knew that already), i learned i'm a pushover for pushy guys, and i learned to be careful about who i let push me around, because underneath the Nice Girl i'm basically the Easy Virtue. i know my little misadventure was pretty tame compared to hardcore, violent rape, but that one little moment when i realized, my God, this is way out of my control, really puts one hell of an edge on my emotions when i'm play-raped, which happened a lot with one of my owners, and some of his scenarios were much MUCH scarier. But i never drew a line or made rape a limit or used a safeword, i think because deep down i've always trusted that i would survive intact -- because i did. If my real rape had been as traumatic as many of them are, i might never have recovered that trust, and when you let someone push you off that cliff, trust is all you have.
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