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The other event
Mar. 25th, 2004 01:00 pmSo he told me not to dwell on all of this and held me while I tried to go to sleep, even though I didn't feel like sleep.
So he turns me toward him and asks, "Do you know how to say 'stop'?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you know how to say the word 'stop'?"
"Yes."
He then proceeded to hold me down and have his way with me. Yes, I know how to say 'stop', but why bother? He's made it abundantly clear on several occasions that my body is his (and his mine), and he's not afraid to pull out that verse when I don't feel like having sex for any other reason than my being in some kind of pain, or illness. So I let him. Sure, physically it felt nice, but it's not right.
He went to get some water after, and came back to find me silent, facing away from him (not unusual, since he likes to sleep cuddled up behind me). Still. He knew he screwed up big time.
"I was just trying to get your mind off all this. That's what we came back here to do in the first place."
Maybe that's his excuse. Hell, maybe that's really why he did it. I don't know. Don't really care.
So I lied to him...Sortof. It's true, my body reacted positively to what he did. Did I *enjoy* it? Depends on what you mean by 'enjoy'. I don't even know if I came or not, to be honest. But hey, it's my job to make sure he's happy, so there we are.
So he turns me toward him and asks, "Do you know how to say 'stop'?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you know how to say the word 'stop'?"
"Yes."
He then proceeded to hold me down and have his way with me. Yes, I know how to say 'stop', but why bother? He's made it abundantly clear on several occasions that my body is his (and his mine), and he's not afraid to pull out that verse when I don't feel like having sex for any other reason than my being in some kind of pain, or illness. So I let him. Sure, physically it felt nice, but it's not right.
He went to get some water after, and came back to find me silent, facing away from him (not unusual, since he likes to sleep cuddled up behind me). Still. He knew he screwed up big time.
"I was just trying to get your mind off all this. That's what we came back here to do in the first place."
Maybe that's his excuse. Hell, maybe that's really why he did it. I don't know. Don't really care.
So I lied to him...Sortof. It's true, my body reacted positively to what he did. Did I *enjoy* it? Depends on what you mean by 'enjoy'. I don't even know if I came or not, to be honest. But hey, it's my job to make sure he's happy, so there we are.
