This guy that I met in line at the coffee shop had been trying to get me to go out with him for the longest. He was VERY persistent and it made me laugh to see that he would not stop pursuing me no matter how many times I would put him off.
He said that I was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen and that he was determined to do whatever it took to make me know that he genuinely wanted to get to know me. He sent flowers to my house everyday. Hand written notes would be on my door step in the mornings, sweet text messages would pop up out of no where. He was adamant about getting me to go out on a date with him.
Finally I said yes. The first date was wonderful. Candle lit dinner at the best restaurant in the city. We strolled along the waterway while holding hands and talking about our favorite cartoon shows when were kids. It was truly a magical night. I knew that towards the end of the night he would want a kiss before we said good night. To my surprise he didn’t lean in for a kiss. He was a complete gentleman, giving me a friendly hug and going on his way. What the fuck was up with this guy? Was he really THIS perfect!?
He convinced me to come over to his place for the next date. He was a sous chef and he wanted to show off his skills for me. I showed up on the night of the date in tight jeans that accentuated my curves and and a sexy tank top that really showed of my sexy back. His smile when he opened the door said it all. He liked what he saw!
Dinner was delicious and the wine was just right. Red and sweet, not bitter. After my second glass I noticed that I started to feel a little woosy. The room started to expand and twirl. When I told my date what was happening he didn’t seem too alarmed. He just picked me up out of my chair and took me into his bedroom. He told me that this was what we both wanted. He told me that’s why I came over to his house so that he could have his way with me. Our rapemance was just beginning.
He slipped my panties off from underneath my dress and fingered my pussy. I didn’t want to get wet but he made me wet as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me. I was scared because I didn’t have control over my body. The drug he had given me made me extremely weak and disoriented. He took his clothes off and got on top of me. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he inserted his cock into my intoxicated pussy. He kept saying that I was just as tight as he had hoped I was. I kept thinking how badly I wanted to go home.
He fucked me as I slipped in and out of consciousness. He said that he wanted to take his time and fuck me good because he had been wanting this rapemance for so long. My legs hung loose as they dangled over his arms. He fucked and fucked and fucked my pussy. He owned my pussy and wanted to make sure that I never forgot it. Before he came, he licked the side of my face and called me a cum whore. Then he pumped me deep and hard as he unloaded his sperm inside of me. He stayed inside of me for a while, just shooting and leaking cum into my pussy. We were both exhausted. I passed out again.
The next morning I was in my bed. I was sore and had a headache. When I looked at the side table there was a single rose and two aspirin waiting for me with a note. The note said, “Thought you would need these. Thank you for a wonderful night. Give me a call when you wake up.” I took the aspirin, smelled the rose, picked up my phone, and dialed his number.