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 Yesterday, Jackie hit me up demanding that i return her bracelets.  I
wasn't sure what to expect; Was this a final goodbye?  Were we going to
argue once I got there?  Were we just going to fuck and get back together?
She texted me a few minutes later asking me to also bring a dutch.  At 12,
after I was done playing Marco Polo in the Le Bain pool, I headed over to
her place.  When I got there, she looked at me, seemingly annoyed, and
instructed me to roll.  I sat down on her bed, gutted the dutch and began
rolling.  She said, "How many people have you fucked since we broke up?"
"None..." "Haha I beat you" "How many have you fucked" "2", she said,
smirking.  "oh um nice" I lit the blunt.  "I think we should film a preview
to our sextape.  I need you to look cute and degraded.  Let me put your
hair in pigtails" She starts messing my hair while I smoke.  "o-okay" When
she's satisfied with my hair, she reaches into her purse and pulls out a
pink dildo.  It has shit stains on it, which she's casually wiping off with
her hand.  "Ew" I say.  "It's been in another guy's butt" "Whose?" "A
client." "Oh..." I mumble, "that's pretty gross" "I'll wash it for you."
She leaves the room and goes and rinses it in the bathroom sink for a
minute.  There are still some visible shit stains on it; I am unsatisfied
with how she's cleaned it and put my head down, dreading what's about to
happen, regretting going over to her house.  With her phone in one hand,
filming me, she grabs me by my hair and tries to make me suck on the dildo.
I refuse and fight her.  She eventually abandons the idea of filming it and
puts her phone down, getting on top of me to force it into my mouth.  She
pins me down with her knees on my arms while I try to resist.  I am so
fucking disgusted by the fact that the dildo has been in one of her clients
assholes and is still covered in his shit.  He probably has AIDS.  I'm
freaking out, pushing her away, but I'm in pain; she's been pulling my hair
the entire time and my scalp is sore.  I start to tire and want to give in,
but am still too grossed out to comply and suck on the dildo.  Eventually
she is able to pin both my arms down with her knees and shoves the dildo
into my mouth.  I bite down to prevent it from going any further.  She
forces it in and i start coughing and gagging.  I feel like i'm about to
vomit.  Finally she stops, gets off of me and starts taking off her
clothes. `Maybe she's given up on this idea; maybe we're just going to have
sex now.  I hope so'...  I was wrong.  To my dismay, she pulls out a strap
on harness and puts it on.  I don't want that disgusting thing in my ass,
but before i know it, she's pushing me over.  I'm fighting against her, but
then she puts a finger inside of me and it feels good and I relax a little
and let her do it.  But, of course, it's only a matter of time before the
strap-on is inside of me.  I relax a little bit and let it happen until I
suddenly feel an intense urge to get it out of me immediately.  I turn
around and fight her, punch her arms to let go of me.  We kind of wrestle
for a while until I relax a little more and think to myself that's what's
going on is kind of hot.  As soon as I let my guard down, she gets on top
of me and shoves it all the way into me and it hit somewhere and I started
crying.  I wasn't in bad physical pain, but as soon as the dildo hit that
spot i just started weeping and couldn't stop.  She looked at me
empathetically and stopped forcing it in me.  I lay there crying for a long
time.  I never let myself cry.  I hadn't cried that hard in a long time. 
It felt almost therapeutic.  I kept thinking to myself 'why am I crying so
much', but I didn't understand and I didn't stop.  Looking back, I'm really
confused by the experience, but I guess I'm happy it happened.  Afterwards
we listened to Ginuwine and cuddled.  I guess this means we're back
together?