Prequel to ‘2 BBCs Fill Me Up with Pie on my 27th B-Day [F]’

I moved to Idaho a few months earlier for a job. My white ex bf started harassing me a few months later. He started by texting me and following all of my social media posts. I kind of missed him because I was completely alone in Idaho and didn’t know a soul other than my co-workers.

It started out innocent enough by texts and then phone calls. He would later say I was leading him on but I felt like I made it clear I was very much over him.

I had started to go out to clubs alone on Saturday and Friday nights in Idaho out of pure boredom. I was trying to meet men on tinder but it was a complete waste of time so I stuck to the club scene.

I had found a man of color who I started buying some coke from and eventually fucked him a few times. It was nothing all that special but I met Donnie through him that I’ve mentioned in my other story on here.

Anyway, one night I was talking to my ex on the phone right after work and I must have slipped up and said something about drugs because he got super nervous and worried about me. He threatened to tell my parents about me and I made him promise not to. I was at his mercy at this point.

I eventually got him off the phone, went to the gym and made plans for that night.

I think it was a Friday night because I just stayed at my apartment which was weird for me on a Friday.

‘Plans’ consisted of wine.

Now realize that up to this point I had only been with maybe 4 or 5 men since breaking up with my ex like three months earlier.

Only one of these men had been a man of color, my dealer.

It was like 2:00 in the fucking morning when I started getting phone calls from my ex. I finally answered the fucking phone and he was outside my apartment building trying to ring the buzzer that didn’t work!

I have no idea how he found me but he did. Probably through Facebook or something.

My apartment was a disaster so I got the fuck up and put away as much shit as I could to make it look respectable.

I had had a man over earlier in the week and had bottles, clothes and shit all over the place. I think I found a used condom in the kitchen counter where we had fucked lol. I had the whole apartment pretty tidy and answered the damn door and let him in.

We were nice to each other but it was super awkward.

He was there to ‘check up on me’ which I didn’t appreciate. He walked in my apartment and was like entitled…

I really wanted to call the police but remembered he had some shit on me that I didn’t want him to tell my friends or family so I was fucking stuck.

We sat down and started talking and one thing led to another and he asked about men. I wanted to hurt him so bad but I kept on lying saying I was still very much single and just trying to get my life together here in Idaho. In reality, I was a coked out slut every weekend enjoying MY OWN FUCKING life!

He tricked me in to using my phone to find him a hotel room so I unlocked my phone and started searching for one!

Yes! Yes! Go get a hotel for yourself and exit my life!

He had literally driven 12 straight hours to see me lol.

Anyway, he snatched my phone out of my hands and turned away from me!

I locked up and knew what he was going to find. The texts, the Facebook messages, maybe the hidden dating websites…the men I had fucked behind his back when we were still together!?!

He always had a temper and to his credit was very physically gifted and strong. He could kill me. He actually might!

I grabbed my jacket and keys and ran out of the apartment as fast as I could.

I got in my car and was going to go to my coke dealers place to ask him to help me but he was over 30 mins away so I didn’t. I parked in a random parking lot and just waited for about an hour. Maybe he will just leave!

I finally drove back to my apartment and had another tenant let me in the building. To my utter disdain he was STILL in my apartment!!!

I asked for him to leave…again but he refused. He found most of what I had hoped he wouldn’t but missed the older texts between me and the guys I had fucked while we were still together. HAHA! Asshole!

He seemed ruined and broken gave me my phone back. I told him he could sleep on my couch and I went to my room to sleep. I honestly thought…like an idiot that he would be man enough to just take the couch, stay quite, sleep it off and move on with his life but…he was too weak for that….

About 15 mins later I heard him ask me if I ever loved him. The truth is…I thought I did at one point but later realized that I very much didn’t. I just said ‘yes’.

This idiot walked in to my room and crawled in to bed with me and kept me up for another hour talking about shit I wasn’t even listening to! I just had a blank stare on my face and was looking straight ahead. Just let me sleep!

“Please don’t hurt me” I thought to myself.

It was like 5 in the morning and I begged him to just let me sleep and he finally shut the fuck up and “allowed me” to.

This is where it gets weird. He stayed in my bed lol! No! No no. This is not actually happening right?

Yes it was. Literally omg. Not only that but he put his arm around me and started rubbing my pussy. I just laid there completely still.

He rolled me over, took off his pants and got hard. He then essentially raped me. It wasn’t violent or anything but very much unpleasant.

He lasted like 30 seconds and came. He came in his own pathetic hand.

I immediately got up, washed myself and asked him if he liked knowing I fucked other men behind his back. He didn’t answer. To hurt him more I said I fucked black men and fucking loved it! Again, nothing. Not a word from him.

He was on the couch when I got back to the bathroom and I got back in my bed.

He asked me what was ‘wrong’ with me and I didn’t say anything.

He kept on asking and I finally said that I didn’t have a soul and he didn’t respond. I don’t know if he heard me or not.

I think at one point in the night he went through my jewelry…probably looking for all the shit he had given me over the time we dated but didn’t find it. I had put that crap in a box long ago and was just waiting to sell it eventually.

I woke up in the afternoon and he was gone! Probably crying all the way back to Wisconsin haha.

That would be the last time I ever saw him. Thank baby Jesus!

I hung on to some of his jewelry and wear it when I’m planning to get fucked, preferably by men of color. I have his grandmothers engagement ring too. Motivation lol.

Giving that one back, I think…maybe?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oy2f16/prequel_to_2_bbcs_fill_me_up_with_pie_on_my_27th