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facelessgirl
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I feel compelled to write about something that happened to me in June 06. This is the first time I have consciously dwelled upon for an extended time period & I have never discussed the details of that night with anybody before now.
It was the end of semester night and me and my friend at the time weren't going to be seeing each other for a long time as he was moving back to his home country. I knew this guy for roughly a year and a half because we went to the same university. I knew he endured a poorly hidden crush on me from the beginning. I knew whatever he felt toward me was fairly strong, but I didn't feel the same way about him. He knew it too as I always rejected his advances and dated one of his best mates for quite a while.
Anyway, we decided to celebrate our last night together just hanging out and talking. I didn't have any money at the time [it all went on speed for exam cramming] so he shouted me a bottle of cheap champagne and one for himself. I was 18 at the time and he was 23 or so. We wondered around for a while just talking, swigging the bottles, until he suggested we go to a nearby park.
Now we're both starting to get quite tipsy/drunk so we sit down on a concrete step, looking at the stars and the nearby river - so peaceful.
As we reminisce about the year gone by, he puts his arm around my shoulder and I think nothing of it. Then he starts pulling me closer and closer. I am drunk. I am lonely. So I let him kiss me. Now usually the idea of kissing him would absolutely repulse me, but not now. Tonight is dark and my head is spinning. I am numb.
Somehow he gets my jeans unzipped, sliding his fingers all the way into me. And god it feels incredible. I'm not gonna lie. I am moaning with pleasure and grinding into his hand. I forget about how wrong this is because for the moment, its ecastasy.
This is remedied when he stops, slides his hand out of my jeans & starts to unbutton his own. In a pivotal moment of lucidity, I realize the reality of what I'm doing. As he unveils his cock I stare at it with trepidation. Suddenly I feel sick to my stomach as he gives me this lazy grin and begins to rub it up and down. By this point I have totally changed my mind and want it to end.
Nowt I am really quite drunk. My head is lolling around on my neck. He is pulling at my arm. He wants me to touch him. I take glances at his exposed penis and start rocking back and forth, shaking my head. He grips my hand in his, making me rub his dick up and down. I make pathetic little whimpering noises. I'm saying no! Soon my protest crescendos to full blown heaving sobs. The hysterically emotional drunk sobs.
He is finally finished with my hand. Crouching over me he takes off my jacket and tears down my jeans to my ankles, exposing my bear ass on the concrete. He cups my breast and starts pulling his own pants down further. At this point I have stopped the sobs and stopped doing anything at all. I have no idea why I can't move. Now would be a good time to run.. but I can't
Like a dead fish I am sprawled on the ground, eyes shut, body limp. I feel my thighs being roughly spread apart, the exposed flesh of my bottom scraping along the concrete. My head lolls to the side and I catch a glimpse of him holding his dick and staring at my pussy. I feel a rough prod at my outer vagina. And then another. Flesh, not latex. Hands fumble around my lady parts. He continues randomly stabbing around in the dark. Occasionally penetrating a shallow depth and then pushing roughly onto my labia and upper thighs.
I have no idea how long this went on for. I do know that when he eventually got off me I scrambled to my feet and marched like a zombie to my car. He got in with me and I couldn't look at him or talk to him. I went straight to my friends who were at the end of sem uni-event. I blurted "Z raped me". Which was a very very fucking stupid thing to say because it's a massive accusation and although I can recall most of the things that happened at the park, I still have no idea how to make sense of those things.
It's extremely embarrassing for me to think about why I didnt get up and run. So many women are held at knife/gun point and ripped to shreds. I can't complain about my stupid night. Im ashamed that I enjoyed it at the beginning, and then suddenly changed my mind. I feel that it's my fault because I didn't up and run, or kick and scream. I feel shame for lying there for dead, scared to move. It seems likely that I egged him on to do what he did, or maybe he didn't know I didn't want it. Maybe he thought I was crying for another reason? Maybe he didn't hear me say no. At other times I think I let him do it, to punish myself. Other times I'm not so sure.
I haven't had any sexual physical contact with anyone since then. I lost all my friends, I hate my father, I have massive social anxiety, i seem to always be angry, i feel like i have lost a piece of myself. But of course I attribute a large chunk of this to drug use .
I would like to know if anyone else has had a perspective on this, or advice, or an experience they can share with me?
Thanks for listening. Sorry it was long
It was the end of semester night and me and my friend at the time weren't going to be seeing each other for a long time as he was moving back to his home country. I knew this guy for roughly a year and a half because we went to the same university. I knew he endured a poorly hidden crush on me from the beginning. I knew whatever he felt toward me was fairly strong, but I didn't feel the same way about him. He knew it too as I always rejected his advances and dated one of his best mates for quite a while.
Anyway, we decided to celebrate our last night together just hanging out and talking. I didn't have any money at the time [it all went on speed for exam cramming] so he shouted me a bottle of cheap champagne and one for himself. I was 18 at the time and he was 23 or so. We wondered around for a while just talking, swigging the bottles, until he suggested we go to a nearby park.
Now we're both starting to get quite tipsy/drunk so we sit down on a concrete step, looking at the stars and the nearby river - so peaceful.
As we reminisce about the year gone by, he puts his arm around my shoulder and I think nothing of it. Then he starts pulling me closer and closer. I am drunk. I am lonely. So I let him kiss me. Now usually the idea of kissing him would absolutely repulse me, but not now. Tonight is dark and my head is spinning. I am numb.
Somehow he gets my jeans unzipped, sliding his fingers all the way into me. And god it feels incredible. I'm not gonna lie. I am moaning with pleasure and grinding into his hand. I forget about how wrong this is because for the moment, its ecastasy.
This is remedied when he stops, slides his hand out of my jeans & starts to unbutton his own. In a pivotal moment of lucidity, I realize the reality of what I'm doing. As he unveils his cock I stare at it with trepidation. Suddenly I feel sick to my stomach as he gives me this lazy grin and begins to rub it up and down. By this point I have totally changed my mind and want it to end.
Nowt I am really quite drunk. My head is lolling around on my neck. He is pulling at my arm. He wants me to touch him. I take glances at his exposed penis and start rocking back and forth, shaking my head. He grips my hand in his, making me rub his dick up and down. I make pathetic little whimpering noises. I'm saying no! Soon my protest crescendos to full blown heaving sobs. The hysterically emotional drunk sobs.
He is finally finished with my hand. Crouching over me he takes off my jacket and tears down my jeans to my ankles, exposing my bear ass on the concrete. He cups my breast and starts pulling his own pants down further. At this point I have stopped the sobs and stopped doing anything at all. I have no idea why I can't move. Now would be a good time to run.. but I can't
Like a dead fish I am sprawled on the ground, eyes shut, body limp. I feel my thighs being roughly spread apart, the exposed flesh of my bottom scraping along the concrete. My head lolls to the side and I catch a glimpse of him holding his dick and staring at my pussy. I feel a rough prod at my outer vagina. And then another. Flesh, not latex. Hands fumble around my lady parts. He continues randomly stabbing around in the dark. Occasionally penetrating a shallow depth and then pushing roughly onto my labia and upper thighs.
I have no idea how long this went on for. I do know that when he eventually got off me I scrambled to my feet and marched like a zombie to my car. He got in with me and I couldn't look at him or talk to him. I went straight to my friends who were at the end of sem uni-event. I blurted "Z raped me". Which was a very very fucking stupid thing to say because it's a massive accusation and although I can recall most of the things that happened at the park, I still have no idea how to make sense of those things.
It's extremely embarrassing for me to think about why I didnt get up and run. So many women are held at knife/gun point and ripped to shreds. I can't complain about my stupid night. Im ashamed that I enjoyed it at the beginning, and then suddenly changed my mind. I feel that it's my fault because I didn't up and run, or kick and scream. I feel shame for lying there for dead, scared to move. It seems likely that I egged him on to do what he did, or maybe he didn't know I didn't want it. Maybe he thought I was crying for another reason? Maybe he didn't hear me say no. At other times I think I let him do it, to punish myself. Other times I'm not so sure.
I haven't had any sexual physical contact with anyone since then. I lost all my friends, I hate my father, I have massive social anxiety, i seem to always be angry, i feel like i have lost a piece of myself. But of course I attribute a large chunk of this to drug use .
I would like to know if anyone else has had a perspective on this, or advice, or an experience they can share with me?
Thanks for listening. Sorry it was long