Note: This story is inspired by some of the messages and conversations my ex and rapist had with me about how he viewed the situation. I haven’t exaggerated anything in that respect. As you can see, he’s a real charmer.
It was an unwritten law but one that anyone with morals and a brain knew not to break:
You didn’t take advantage of someone who couldn’t say no to sex.
If you did, there was only one word for you and that was rapist.
That’s what she’d told me anyway.
But I didn’t see it that way.
I mean, seriously, she was my ex for starters and she was drunk AND she came all the way to my place out in the countryside to see me. She obviously wanted it.
And so I’d fucked her.
It was just as good as I remember and I had to admit, I’d missed it. The sex was amazing. She was amazing.
But I didn’t want anything else from her.
I couldn’t understand why she kept going on and on about it. I mean it’s not like it was violent. She was passed out in the beginning anyway. I just knew I wanted to be inside her and so I’d pushed my dick into her from behind.
I hadn’t come that much for a long time and coming inside her felt so good. I still remember how I’d groaned out loud. She was totally silent which was unlike her. I guess it was the alcohol.
Next morning I felt a bit bad and asked her if I’d taken advantage of her. She didn’t really answer so I took that to mean no.
It wasn’t until months later that she told me I’d raped her.
I didn’t mean to hurt her; it just felt so good.
But I wasn’t saying sorry for something I don’t consider was wrong.