It’s almost Valentine’s Day and I wanted to wear something special for my new boyfriend. I was trying on some of my lingerie and dresses when I heard a loud noise. I decided it was my imagination, and kept trying on everything I had that was red.
I look up in the mirror and see a man behind me. I try to scream, but he covers up my mouth. His hands smell odd, maybe like a cigar. I try and stab him with my manicure scissors, but he is too big for me. He just laughs.
He promises he won’t hurt me if I am a good girl. I feel odd. Like scared, but at the same time a little excited. Like sexual excitement? How can that be? He makes me walk to my bedroom. He is commenting on my body as I walk. Why do I feel wetness between my shaking legs?
He pushes me down on my bed and takes off all his clothes. Oh wow, my boyfriend isn’t that size. He is kissing down my body and it feels amazing. I don’t want to cum. That would be gross as he is forcing me. He is pushing inside of me and I have never, ever felt anything so good.
Oh god, I hope my boyfriend never finds out.
Written By: Emily
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