when i can’t sleep my mind races and when my mind races i never know where it will go. on this night my mind is thinking back to a moment of helplessness. how did i end up helpless? you’ll soon find out.
the date began like many others had, a quick text, ideas exchanged, and plans determined. movie and brunch, with mimoas and a smattering of other fruity drinks. yes please. i knock on the door and the chef or rather the bartender was busy at work. i was enlisted chop various fruit and to taste quite a few times variations before my partner even had one. i did not notice how strong the drinks were nor did i notice how many i had while we were doing the kitchen tango.
i noticed myself wobble a little but soon we were on the couch watching disney and cuddling. i think i dozed off because when i woke up i was offered more drink and a change of movie. this time to something with more adult themes. it was during this movie that my bartender/date’s hands were slowly moving up legs and torso, lips moving from cheek to neck to lips. i melted but i wasn’t wanting sex, so i tried to redirect hands to g-rated places. i was obliged and appreciative until a few minutes later i was touched and kissed some more. i still loved it but wanted it to stop.
at some point there were more drinks and i’m sure you can figure out what would happen. much force was used against me on the couch, but i resisted. a boop on the nose and something about teasing. i was confused and horny and i think it was obvious that my resistance was fading. i was half-carried up the steps before falling in a heap upon the bed. i needed help to even lay properly but soon my arms were out stretched and my legs pointed to the bottom of the bed.
hands teased my right wrist but in that moment with the fog of alcohol closing my eyelids, i didn’t notice that my wrist was being tied to the bed. by the time i noticed, my left was quickly tied. a body twice my weight or more was upon my legs. i couldn’t move. hands were ravishing me. i was begging to stop, but my arousal was clear. i yelled every safe word i could think of, but i wasn’t set free. my body betrayed me and an orgasm stolen from a place deep within. my eyes drifted shut again.
i woke up some time later, hands were no longer bound, undergarment half return to it’s normal position and the smell of bacon in the air. the room didn’t feel familiar but i needed the shower. i needed to wash something perhaps everything off of me. after the longest, hottest shower of my life i dressed and walked cautiously down the steps.
“i wondered when you’d wake up. brunch is ready” came a familiar voice. i wanted to say something. i wanted to accuse by i had no proof, just a hazy memory. i wanted to run, but i could barely walk. i wanted a hug, but….i accepted the hug that was offered, the calming pats, the hushing “it’s okay. it’s okay. did you have a nightmare?”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t06pge/mf_rape_drunk_trigger_warning