Two weeks ago, I met a man on Reddit who was into rough sex, bondage, and some extreme fantasies I have. He and I talked for more than a week and arranged a day for a “break in” the morning after I had been drinking.
{Everything was consensual, we had safe words}
I left my front door unlocked when I went to bed and I didn’t quite know when he would come. I was notably in an alcohol induced hibernation when he did arrive at my apartment door. I didn’t hear him enter and my bedroom door didn’t make a sound when he entered either. I was curled up under the covers wearing a black lace thong and a long sleeve pajama shirt. I had worn mascara to bed because he said he liked to make streaks.
The first thing I felt was his hands tracing my leg, my thighs. I tossed over once away from him. He released his knife blade and slipped it under my thong and pulled up for a clean cut. He then forcefully rolled me on my back and fingered my cunt with his rough hands. I woke up moaning and he covered my mouth, holding my head down. I reached for his arm, but he was too strong and I was groggy and my head hurt like hell.