Years ago in my bachelor period after my first relationship I decided to try internet-dating. Smart phones did not exist yet so there were no apps like Tinder or whatever people use these days. I applied to the two largest dating websites at that time in The Netherlands, Lexa and Relatieplanet. Not so much to look for a steady relationship but to hang out, do some things together etc. I made a nice, bit quirky profile, uploaded some of my better pictures and to my amazement (I am certainly no Brad Pitt) I now and then got a reply from some women. Mostly we would mail for a time and if that went well we would go on a date.
One day I got a message from a cute red-headed woman, let’s call her Anne, but strangely she only had pictures of her upper half. In my profile I said that I had been to Egypt and apparently she also had visited that country. The first week I think we mailed each day, Anne was fun to write with and we really opened up to each other. Until I got a serious sounding mail from her. “Uhmm, I have to say I really like you, but I must admit I have a secret.. Perhaps I should have said it at the beginning but it already scared away some men. You know, I am handicapped.. I am in a wheelchair because I have a deformity of my legs.” I was taken aback for a short moment, that is why Anne only had photos of her upper half, but almost immediately thought like, what does it matter?
Soon after that we went on a date in a restaurant. Beside the fiery red hair Anne also had the cutest little gap between her front teeth. She wasn’t thick or thin but her legs were indeed deformed, very small and crooked. We had a blast and soon planned a new date, this time at my apartment. I cooked for her and we spend the evening chatting about all kinds of subjects. Soon it was getting late and she didn’t want to drive home anymore. I only had one bedroom but a big bed so we slept together that night. Anne in her knickers and a bra, I in my boxershort. I did not touch her, I was trying to be a gentleman and besides that I liked her very much, but as good friends.
The third date was at Anne’s place, a standard rowhouse. She had bought a tiny BBQ and some meat so I could indulge in the typical male activity. For the evening Anne had rented a movie that just came out on DVD, Ratatouille, and put some Spanish tapas on the table to snack on. We sat beside each other on the couch and halfway the movie she slowly but surely started to caress my leg and inner thigh. Also Anne began making strange purring-like noises. She clearly wanted sexual attention and she wanted it NOW. But at that moment I did not really notice it. In my head she was in the “friend-zone” and maybe it is because I am slightly autistic, but I just wanted to watch the damn movie! So I brushed it off.
Later that night we went upstairs (she with a stair lift) to her bedroom. A 2 person mattress was lying on the floor with a single thin sheet, it had been a hot summer day. I stripped down to my boxershort but to my surprise Anne also took off her bra. She had D cup sized breasts, that were unfortunately a bit saggy, with large nipples. But once again, she was in the friend-zone for me. I did nothing. It had been a long day so soon I was snoring away. Until in the early morning I suddenly awoke. Apparently I had an erection in my sleep, Anne had spotted it, pulled down my boxershort somewhat and was jerking me off furiously. Maybe it was because she was used to rolling her own wheelchair but she had an iron grip. It felt just between that fine line of pain and pleasure. And boy, she was really going for it. Paralysed I could only lie back watching her hand go up and down my poor cock in a fast machine-like rhythm like the piston of a train. Needless to say it didn’t take long before I sprayed long jets of thick sperm over her hand and my belly. When I looked at Anne dumbfounded all she said was “I just wanted to know if I still “had it.”” and rolled on her side to sleep further.
That date was the last one. Later that week I phoned Anne and clearly said that I was not interested in a relationship but only friendship. For her it was the exact opposite and I never spoke to her or saw her again. But sometimes my thoughts go back to that early morning and I wonder.. Was I actually molested? I didn’t want to be jerked off, ok, it felt damn nice, but I did not want it..
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i8z9i6/mf_still_dont_know_for_sure_if_i_was_molested_by