This is a true story, which i never shared with anyone, of what happened with a boyfriend I had. I grew up in Ontario, Canada and was seeing this guy for about 2 years. We were very comfortable with each other. We were in tune. One day, he came over to my apartment to pick me up to take me over to my mom’s house. He told me on the text that he was really horny and wanted a quickie before he took me to my moms, but I kept putting him off because I was ready to go out.
When he came in, it all happened so very quickly. I remember him standing behind me and the next moment pushing me down over the dining room table. Then I remember him pulling my skirt and panties down. He told me roughly in a commanding voice that I wasn’t going to stop him from getting what he wanted. At that point he pulled down his jeans and his cock was already hard and he started fucking me from behind.
I was shocked and upset that he wasn’t listening to me as he held pinned down against the table. At the same time he was fucking me with a wild hardcore consuming lust that I had never seen from our sex before. All the while he was calling me names and saying how much he loves to fuck me, how that I have been a very bad girl and he loves punishing me. He was totally into doing me for his own pleasure trying to get off inside solely for his own enjoyment. And right at that moment I found myself enjoying it. I knew he ONLY wanted me. Even though I felt helpless I knew I was safe, because we talked about forced sex before. He came quickly, forcefully and was very loud. When it was over, we acted like it was no big deal. But secretly I hoped he might do it again. Because I am a dirty little slut and I love pleasing my man, I love to hear that I am a whore when he fucks me. We have tried many things since but I never told him about that incident and that I want it again. I am just hoping he figures that out.