1. Freddy in the Bathroom: Date-Rape and "Dirty Little Secrets"


    Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: True Story, Coercion, First Time, Latina, Rape, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Written by women, Author: slick_chick, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    living together. For several months, Ray continued to "honor my wishes" and avoid having sexual intercourse with me, despite the fact that we were sleeping in the same twin-size bed together, and having sex at least four or five times a week. And although Ray's penis never actually penetrated my vagina during that whole time period, our lovemaking continued to get bolder and bolder, as Ray brought his dick into direct contact with my pussy more and more often, and for longer and longer periods of time. Of course, I was always more-than-happy to cooperate with him during sex. But there was one huge problem with my love life at this point. And that problem's name was "Freddy." You see, ever since my sexual encounter with Freddy in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon so many years before, I wasn't really the "nice Catholic girl" that I had always outwardly portrayed myself as being. And once Ray had started bringing his dick into direct contact with my pussy, I began to struggle harder and harder over time to keep the "real me"--in other words, that little slut whore of a girl that I had always kept well-hidden behind my "nice Catholic girl" facade--from bubbling up to the surface, so-to-speak. And that's exactly what started happening more and more often. And before I knew it, I found myself--the "real me"--doing everything I could during sex, in an all-out effort to get Ray extremely excited and turned-on. This "all-out effort" took all sorts of various forms, including coyly ...
    teasing him, playing sexual games with him and daring him to do things to me sexually, as well as verbally cheering him on in the bedroom and showing my support for his "more-risky" sexual behaviors. The bottom line was that I--the "real me"--was hoping that I could get Ray sexually excited to the point where he would finally "cross the line," and date-rape me. (Yeah, yeah. I know. I just called it "date-rape," even though Ray and I weren't technically dating at the time. We were living together. But that was the closest term that I could think of to accurately describe what I was wanting Ray to do to me.) Looking back on it now, it was definitely not the right way for a young lady to go about getting her live-in lover to start having sexual intercourse with her. It was devious and cowardly, to say the least. And it was very selfish, immature behavior on my part. And of course, I'm not proud of how I intentionally deceived Ray at the time. But back then, as far as I was concerned, it wasn't about Ray. It was all about me. The "real me." Didn't I just tell you that I was selfish back then? Hey, what can I say? I was a middle child, and had been raised with two sisters and a brother. So I always had to fight for everything that I got. And once I had managed to actually get something nice that I could call my own, I was inevitably forced to share it with my siblings. But enough about my selfishness back then. At the time, my on-going attempts to try to get Ray to date-rape me ...