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You Were My Boyfriend And It Was Sexual Assualt

Kirstie Taylor
5 min readOct 26, 2019

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Several years ago, I dated a man.

He was much older than me; twelve years my senior. I met him at my previous job; we clicked right away like best friends. After I left the company, we began dating. Several months later, we moved in together. For the sake of this story, let’s call him Smith.

It was 4 am, I was dead asleep. I heard Smith come into the room. He climbed on top of me, his 6'4" body pinning me down under the blankets. I groggily woke up and asked what he was doing. Smith shushed me and raised the sheets. I felt his hand slide between my legs.

I told him to stop; I was tired and needed sleep. I could smell the alcohol on Smith’s breath as he told me to be quiet; as he took off my underwear and rubbed himself against me.

I firmly told Smith to get off, but he insisted I lay there and take it from him. We had issues in our relationships, one of them being sex. He told me I should want this, that he was giving me what I asked for.

I didn’t want to start an argument, so I laid there. Let Smith force himself into me and waited for it to be over. I asked him to please be more gentle; he ignored me. I heard his breathing become faster, the groaning more intense. Then he made the familiar sound of a job complete, but still inside me. My heart sunk.

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Kirstie Taylor
Kirstie Taylor

Written by Kirstie Taylor

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