Then he called me a hoe

I just had a very long discussion with my friend on this matter. A lot of people who have never been sexually harassed or molested will never understand what goes on in the mind of someone during rape, and after rape. As a rape victim myself, this is rape to me. I do not see any other word, explanation, or justification to it.

The Rose

*TRIGGER WARNING*

I won’t go into context of how two people may end up in this situation, it’s not important and plus it varies. I’ll just delve straight into the moment.
Girls, I’m sure a lot if you have been here before.

Guys, I’m sure a lot of you will be triggered.

“Stop!” she sighed while dodging his kisses and moving his hand as he tried to wiggle them into her jeans. They had repeated this play at least five times within the last ten minutes. Maybe her no wasn’t adamant enough? Again, she rehearsed her giggled sigh as she brushed him off and rolled over to the edge of the bed, “Stoppppp it uhhh.”
It was beyond her as to why he couldn’t just keep his hands to himself.

“So man can’t you touch you nah?” he whined, playing on emotional guilt, “I ain’t tryna do nothing. Moving like…

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