Assumed Consent HoL 114

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Humans of Lagos

"She said, 'even if I want to resist you, you're so good at kissing that I can't but want to have some more.'

I took that as her consent, I pressed on, exploring her body. But months after, I still can't shake the regrets I feel about my action.

She took me as a counsellor, someone she could trust and lean on for support.

Her visitation ruin everything. In my head, I received a guest that I've always longed to kiss. Upon her visit, my hots for her got to head and I was determined to show her some sensual skill.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked gently. She coyly muttered no.
Perhaps, I read the situation wrong. I thought she wanted me but shy to voice it.

We talked on, and on, until I remembered what a friend once told me. Then, I grabbed her urgently and planted eager kiss on her luscious lips. She responded pronto! So my friend was right, I surmised, you need to take some girls by surprise for you to have them.

She enjoy the sultry kiss, she later confessed when we paused for air. But still firmly objected to the lewd act.

I was too horny to listen. I anxiously but gently ravaged her body with my tongue as I undressed her. Her red G-string standing as a barrier was greedily pulled apart.

She closed her eyes and held on to my head tightly like a kid gripping at his candy ravenously.

I have now attempted to insert my erected pennis into her cunt, but it appeared that she was not ready to accommodate my gluttonous phallus. I retreated and I ate her pussy till she came in my mouth.

Then, there poured a torrent of regretful tears. She never wanted this 'sex thing' to happen between us.

The fog sheathing my reasoning suddenly cleared and regretfully in retrospection, I realised that I've abused her."

© FERT, 2017

Comments

  1. Esther7 February 2018 at 07:19

    Yup. You abused her alright. "No" should be respected. You took advantage of her vulnerability.

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  2. Unknown11 July 2020 at 04:07

    You abuse her

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