From: an169778 <an169778@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Now I Know (M/F, n/c?, Short) Date: 8 Oct 1995 16:11:48 GMT Organization: an169778 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Message-ID: <458t84$d7u@news.netvision.net.il> The following story is fiction. For the morons among us - It DID NOT really happened. It involved rape(?) And it is politically incorrect. Don't bother flaming, I don't give a damn anyway. Responds welcome. Now I Know/By E. I've met a stranger on the stairways. He came home with me, and made love to me on my bed. I'll say it again. On the stairways I was grabbed by a man violently into our apartment, where he ripped of my clothes and raped me on my bed. Other things followed. I don't Know. My name is Dona. Married. No kids. College. Working. I don't think I look good, people tell me I do. My husband thinks I do. The men that made love to me on my bed told me, in a way, that I look good. I came back home from shopping. Had a nylon beg, wore a wide, short, yellow dress. The men that made love to me on my bed told me that only whores dress like this. He said that if he hadn't seen my dress blows up on the street, my red panties, he wouldn't do it to me. The men that made love to me on my bed told me the truth. He shoved me into the house. Came after me. Told me to shut (The fuck) Up. I did. He ripped the wide dress (The whore dress) Off me. I wasn't wearing a bra, I was just shopping in the neighborhood (I like men to watch me full breasts, swinging). He squeezed my breast, called me ugly names (bitch) I can't call myself like this (Slut) I'm not his slut (I'm everybody slut). He shoved his big finger into my red panties, into me. I was a little bit turned on (A bitch in the heat) He slipped two fingers into (My cunt). He pushed me on my knees, his penis in my mouth (Down my throat. A cock). From behind he made love to me on my bed (Fucked my cunt, my ass. I've cried, I've came). He ask me if I know that I'm a whore. I told him no (I am a whore). He asked me how many men had me and I've told him, but I didn't tell him about eight grade. About the party and how my boyfriend brought the others to do what I didn't let him do (Pulling off my jeans, the white T shirt, the school girl bra and panties I had on. Taking turns on me. Slut. They knew) I didn't tell him how I've cried at nights (I've cried, I've came). He set on my breasts. I've sucked him (All of him down my throat. Beating). I never preformed oral sex on my husband. It's disgusting. He filled my mouth with sticky cum. Made me swallow it all like a bad girl. Left. (A man came home with me and Fucked me. I was his whore. I told him I wasn't, but he knew I was. Only whores goes shopping with a dress like this, without a bra. Only whores screams in passion when a stranger fucks their ass on their marriage bed) This man raped me. I am not a whore. I don't have to sleep with anyone (everyone). I can tell somebody, the police (I walk alone in parks. Very late). I'm an independent person. I'm married. I work for my living (I'm laying on the grass. My dress around my neck. My torn panties on my side. An Arab boy screwing me, cursing me, cums inside me. I hug his small, hot ass with my thighs). My body belongs to me (To everybody). I can wear a summer dress. Many women wear them (Only sluts). I'm taking walks at nights (Seeking). When my husband is out I go for a drink in the local bar. Talking to people (In the bathroom. Erection fills my mouth). They know me there. The barman tells people that come alone (They take me to the yard. Banding me. Spreading me. Fucking me hard). Buying me drinks. They like me (A two dollars whore). I don't let men do whatever they want to me (I do. I'm in my knees, a large erect dick up my ass. The hairy total stranger has a tit in each hand. I cry. I come). A man came to my home and raped me (Fucked me). I did not protest (I've cried, I've came). A man came to my home and changed me. Now I know.