A’s Story: One of the four

A’s Story: One of the four

You were being so nice.. why did it stop? I mean, you knew I wasn’t in the right head space and I didn’t know who else to call. The fact that you knew hurt even more. My question is, why? Why did I allow myself to go to your house? Why did i think you were different? I went to go to talk to you and you took advantage. I let you hug me while i cried into your arms.. Why did i let you? “You were living in the moment?” That’s b.s and you know that. You slowly placed your hands down my jeans and grabbed my ass. I told you to stop, that it wasn’t right. You had a girlfriend. And you did, until you slipped them up my shirt and slipped my bra up a bit. You started sucking on my boob and i was just surprised. I told you stop, that its not okay. You kept placing my hand to rub your dick and i didnt know what to do. I told you again please to stop. You didnt and slowly placed my bra back into place.. you then placed your hand down the front of my underwear and started rubbing my… and i told you to stop, at that point i wanted to cry. So i shoved you away, and yelled at you. you stood there. i didnt wanna look at you in the eyes knowing i would go back to you. Thats always my weakness with you. You know how much you mean to me and thats what hurts. This is my fault. I deserved it.. and i told you to stop

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