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|Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by MissWrite(f): 8:45pm On Nov 30, 2017|
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Okay. So, this story was obviously inspired by a specific event making the rounds in social media. And it contemplates consent and its validity in cases of rape. Please let me know where you stand and why. Thank you.
Kossy listened as David laughed easily on the other end of the line, “Do you honestly not trust me?” he asked. His tone teased her slightly. She imagined his generous smile that showed healthy white teeth and sent his dimples into full recess. He was a real charmer when he put his mind to it. In her mind’s eye, she could also see that mischievous glint in his eyes which always seemed to put her on edge.
“No, David, of course I don’t trust you. In fact, you’re the devil himself when it comes to women” Kossy cracked two eggs into a dish and began to whisk the emulsion with a crooked fork. She was making herself lunch while David’s voice filled her small hostel room from the speaker of her chinko phone.
“Ah, ahn!” he laughed again, “How can you say that? What have I done to deserve this now? You and I have known each other for far too long for this.” Kossy picked up on the faint irritation which made her realize that David was serious about his indignation in spite of the humor in his voice.
“You know very well that the length of our friendship has nothing to do with it.” Kossy maintained strongly, and she said for the third time in as many minutes “I just can’t sleep over at your place.”
“I don’t know why the length of our friendship should have nothing to do with it.” David seemed to be making himself deliberately dense. “Please, enlighten me: what is this about?”
Kossy hesitated. She knew he knew exactly what this was about. He knew why a girl would be uncomfortable spending the night at a male-friend’s place.
“I’m waiting, Kossy, tell me. Don’t you think that we are close enough to hang out together? Even after two years?”
“It’s not that.”
“What is it then?”
“You aren’t even my boyfriend.”
“So we shouldn’t hang out together like that.”
David laughed at her again. “Don’t tell me you are one of these archaic people who don’t believe that a boy and girl can just hang out together with no strings attached. We are only going to watch some movies for chrissakes! You think this is about sex?”
Kossy blushed at the directness of his question. “No!”
She had thought it was about sex. It was something she had taken for granted. But she suddenly felt like a foolish prude when he put her on the spot like that, and she also felt a little guilty about judging him too quickly. She realized that she still might have a load of hang-ups from her past experiences and was inclined to be skeptical regarding men even when it wasn’t warranted. She knew that her bias wasn’t fair to David.
“No, David, I didn’t think this was about sex.”
“Good. So what is it? Because I just don’t understand you. You are usually so smart and progressive, I just assumed you will put things in correct perspective and not be influenced by archaic views.”
“What do you mean? Are you insulting me now?” Kossy’s hands flew across the chopping board with a sharp knife leaving butchered onions, tomatoes and pepper in their wake.
“No, I’m not. Please don’t be so sensitive. I’m only saying that I know you to be a very pragmatic person.”
“I know. But, you know, things can become…….weird.”
“Weird how? You think I cannot control myself if you are in the same room with me?” David’s voice mocked her again. “Madam Beyonce! Men are not animals, you know? We don’t just pounce on every girl we see. I have restraint. You know how disciplined I can be. I am just bored and I want to hang out with my friend. And besides, there is this girl in your department that I have been scoping so stop flattering yourself – Laide – you might know her. I was thinking you could come over and I could pour out my heart to you. That girl is doing me strong thing! Maybe you could give me some pointers as to how I should go about winning her over to my side.”
Kossy felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy. It wasn’t that she liked David in that way, he was just a friend to her; but for a while, wanted or not, she had been basking in the attention he was giving her. And in the comfort and protection of her hostel room, it had felt really nice to be wanted by him. The shift of his attention from her to Laide now felt like a bit of a loss. But she knew how unreasonable that was, and she did not want to show David how affected she was by it. She imagined that if she was open to helping him with his business with Laide, David would be sure that she did not care.
“So you’ll come?”
Kossy hesitated in one last attempt to maintain total control, “But you know, people are going to talk.”
“What people? Talk about what?”
“A girl who goes to a guy’s house to spend the night, is that not asking for trouble? Even if you are a decent guy who isn’t thinking about any funny business, people will still assume something happened. My reputation will be ruined.”
“Come on, Kossy, I thought you were a feminist.” David’s voice was now as smooth as silk and Kossy felt its strong appeal to her sense of logic, “Are you living your life for people? You shouldn’t live your life for any person but yourself. No one is interested and it really isn’t anyone’s business anyway.”
“Yeah, of course.” But even as she said the words, she felt the apprehension build up inside her.
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by MissWrite(f): 8:48pm On Nov 30, 2017|
Kossy arrived at David’s studio-flat around five in the evening. Her apprehensions were quickly alleviated by David’s typical easy-going manner. They had a fun time hanging out, binging on several episodes of a popular television series and talking about all kinds of stuff until it was time for bed. As the night wore on, Kossy found herself getting anxious again.
“I hope you aren’t going to say that you can’t sleep in the same bed with me.” David joked as he walked out of the shower with his towel slung loosely around his waist. “Because I don’t want to have to sleep on the floor.”
“That’s okay.” Kossy said ignoring his glistening body and focusing on his face, “As long as you behave, though. If I find out you’re a restless sleeper, I’ll relegate myself to the floor.”
“Is that what you are wearing to sleep?” David teased eying her sturdy jeans trousers and oversized t-shirt.
“Yes. What’s wrong with it?”
“There’s nothing wrong with it, you don’t have to get so defensive. I just know that the night gets really hot, and you won’t be comfortable in that thing.”
Kossy looked down at her faded jeans, “I don’t mind it. I’m always cold anyway, no matter how hot it gets.”
David laughed, “Liar!” he chided gently, “Kossy, relax! You’re safe with me. I’m not going to do anything.” He sat on the mattress on the other end, but he leaned in; and the bed was narrow enough for Kossy to feel crowded. She smelt his soap and a hint of his natural musk. He looked her right in the eye with that mischievous glint illuminating his pupils, “Not unless you want to.”
“David, I knew this was a bad idea – “ Kossy got up abruptly and started gathering up her things.
“Oh my God! I was only messing with you!” he rushed across and stopped her hands from getting busy. “So pesin no fit carry you play? Hmm, Madam, you too dey fear! Wetin you dey fear self!”
“It’s not about fear.” Kossy protested, “I just don’t want to get myself into any hairy situation with you.”
“Okay, noted. Sit down.” He instructed as he allowed himself another chuckle. “No hairy situations. I promise you. But you get mind! So you would have walked to your hostel room in this darkness? Look outside; people get missing in these kinds of nights.”
“If that was the only option I had, I would have to.”
“There are no bikes by this time of the night. And there are some really bad boys that hang around the area.”
David spread his large frame on his side of the bed and Kossy became disturbingly aware of his broad Unclad chest. For the first time, she got a full sense of how trapped she was, and how much she depended on the hope that there was integrity to David’s promises. She already knew she had made a mistake coming here and she should not have allowed herself be in this situation. She knew she would probably not get a wink of sleep. She would just have to wait it out until morning to find out how far her friend could be trusted.
“Aren’t you wearing that Kaftan?”
David smirked and reached for the white kaftan that was slung over the arm-chair. “If it will make you lose those jeans.” He put on the flowing gown and walked to the wardrobe to find a clean pair of shorts. He tossed them over to her. “Whenever you decide to stop being stubborn, slip into those. They would be more comfortable for you.”
He got into bed, turning his back to her, and facing the blank wall, as he put the light out from the bedside switch.
“Good night.” He grunted.
Kossy tossed and turned in the heat. David had not been exaggerating when he said that the night’s got really hot. She looked across to where he lay and confirmed that he hadn’t moved an inch in nearly two hours. He seemed sound asleep. So she gave in and peeled off her jeans. And after she had relieved herself of the redundant item of clothing, she dared to fall asleep. Soon she was immersed in the land of dreams. It had the distinct lack of clarity that is the quality of most dreams; but it left her with a feeling of immense enjoyment regardless.
Suddenly, there was a moan that was caught between the dream and a moment of wakefulness. And it had escaped through Kossy’s lips. She felt the hand on her Unclad breasts. It was handling the mounds tentatively and grazing the anterior until she sensed the painful tightening of her nipples.
“What are you doing?” she started, sitting upright on the bed. She stared at David in the dark and noticed that his joystick was fully distended and it stretched his Kaftan like a tent.
“Kossy..” His breathing was erratic and his voice was thick with emotion, “wait, just lie back down please.”
“What?” Kossy struggled to her feet. “You must be joking. I’m leaving.”
“No, David, I’m going this night. Right now!”
“Wait.” David implored. He was also quick to his feet rushing over to her. He pinned her against the wall, caging her between his powerful arms. His palms rested against the wall. “But, Kossy, you were enjoying it. I could tell. You were moaning and moving your body to my touch. You don’t have to fight it; I can make you feel good.”
“Are you insane? I was asleep!” Kossy screamed in disbelief.
“I know, and I’m sorry. But we don’t have to stop, do we? It’s only sex.” He tried to kiss her but Kossy turned her face away. “Come on, please.”
David pushed himself against Kossy, and she felt the fullness of his member against her belly. He started to move against her and she could feel his feverish desire. “Come on….please. Just a little.”The sensation registered in her brain and manifested itself in the beginnings of an arousal. She felt the heat in the pit of her stomach and the constriction in her crotch. “David, stop…..” she pushed him away but he stayed strong, and eventually her arms turned into putty with barely any resolve left in them. “Hold me.” He begged. Her breathing became erratic, as she obliged him by clutching the back of his neck and stroking his nape with her thumb.
Kossy watched as David crouched to his knees and pulled down her panties with his teeth. He cradled her butt cheeks and she cradled his head. In her head she still heard the screams that her lips should have given voice to. “This is wrong”, “No, no, no”, “Stop!” But she found herself parting her thighs and giving him access to stick his tongue between her vaginal lips. She closed her eyes in ecstasy.
That was a word swallowed by an involuntary gasp. Her legs buckled as she felt the sensation curl her toes, but David caught her in time, over his shoulder and carried her back into his bed. He took off his Kaftan and revealed his gloriously Unclad body. Kossy knew she could not resist him, and suddenly she did not have the desire to. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, tossed it aside, and laid herself back in the bed, allowing him feast his eyes on her ample bosoms. He swiftly closed the distance between them as he kissed her full on the mouth. She ran her fingers across his back and his hard buttocks, urging him on.
“Are you sure?” David asked her.
He searched her eyes, but Kossy could give him nothing but a confused stare. She did not understand why he had to ask that. Why now? Was he teasing her?
“Do you want me to stop?” David asked again.
Kossy wondered if he could actually stop himself in that moment if she asked him to; or if he was merely bluffing. Nevertheless, she was too hot with desire to bring herself to call his bluff. She shook her head. “No.” she said. “Don’t stop. I want you to do it.” And David proceeded to ravish her body with every immoral fiber he possessed. He stroked the soft core of her femininity until she writhed in frenzy underneath his powerful physique. And then both of them exploded in a thunderous orgasm and collapsed on the damp sheets.
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by MissWrite(f): 8:50pm On Nov 30, 2017|
After lying there in a puddle of her sweat for several minutes, Kossy gradually descended from cloud nine, and she was left with a sinking feeling. What had she just done? She looked across and David seemed to have nodded off to sleep already. His breathing was loud but regular. How could he have done this to her? Did he have so little respect for her and their friendship? He had treated her like a common LovePeddler and after satisfying his urge, he didn’t even have the decency to stay awake to witness the shame of their actions together with her.
She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. “Where are you going?” David mumbled half asleep. But she only grunted something incoherent in response. Kossy locked herself in the tiny bathroom and sat, yoga-style, on the toilet bowl. “Fvck!” she screamed silently, “Fvck! Fvck! Fvck!!!” she buried her fingers in her hair and lowered her head in shame. What just happened? She replayed the moment right from the time David’s call had come in earlier that day; and she felt now like she had been watching a train wreck in slow motion the whole time. “What the Fvck!” Hadn’t she known this was bound to happen? How could she have been so foolish? And how could David do this to her? How could he? Kossy began to cry. In spite of everything she felt extremely violated; and also terribly confused because she knew that she had ultimately allowed this to happen and, therefore, did not really have a right to feel violated. “The bastard!” She had no idea how long she sat in the bathroom that way, but the tears kept coming until morning when David finally knocked on the bathroom door.
“Kossy, are you okay? Have you been in there the whole night?”
His voice irritated her. He had slept comfortably through the night and never even noticed that she was gone. Kossy flushed the empty toilet bowl, washed her face and got out of the bathroom with a grim expression on her face.
“Are you alright?” David asked, but then he noticed her swollen eyes, “Jesus! Have you been crying? What’s wrong?”
Kossy stared at him, and if looks could kill, David would have been a giant mound of minced meat “Are you seriously asking me that?”
“I don’t understand, what do you mean?”
Kossy couldn’t help herself. She flung out her right arm and let her open palm connect with David’s left cheek. His petrified look did not give her the satisfaction she had hoped for. However, the resounding slap shocked the room into momentary silence as the two of them stared fiercely into each other’s eyes. The one registered genuine confusion; and the other, intense rage.
And then Kossy collapsed into a puddle of tears again. “David, David, God!.......David you’re a bastard. How could you destroy us like this?”
David tried to comfort her, by trying to wrap his arms around her, but Kossy kept pushing him away. Then he decided to sit on the bed attentively waiting her to gather herself together so that she could tell him what was on her mind. Eventually she sat on the mattress across from him.
“Talk to me.” He urged.
Kossy rubbed her eyes and tried to bring her breathing under control. She shook her head “Last night has had me all messed up.”
Kossy took a long steadying breath and kept shaking her head regretfully. “I feel – “ she struggled to get the words out. “I feel like you raped me last night.” She looked at David’s face and saw that it was totally devoid of any expression. She waited a full minute for him to respond and then she could not take it anymore, “For God’s sake, say something!”
“Why would you feel that?”
“It’s –“ Kossy wrung her fingers nervously. She could feel the erratic beating of her heart. She felt suddenly anxious and small. Like the time when she was eight years old and she had told her mother about how Uncle Chima had touched her naughty bits. Her mother had not believed her and instead, she had asked her “why would Uncle Chima touch only you, are you the only girl here”. It had hurt that on top of everything else; her mother did not trust her enough to protect her. And she wished she had stayed silent about that incident. Now, as she looked at David’s face, she saw a similar look. A look that told her she was making things up and wasn’t justified in her outrage. “You know very well that I didn’t want to do that last night.”
David heaved a sigh in an exaggerated show of patience. “I’m sorry you feel that way. But I asked you. I even asked you if I should stop and you said no. You told me you wanted me to do it. I don’t understand what you want from me?”
Kossy squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to keep the images of the previous night at bay. “I shouldn’t have come here. I really should never have come here.”
David ignored her remark. “You are being very unfair to me, Kossy. If you regret that you had sex with me, I can understand that. But you cannot claim I raped you. Do you even remember what happened last night? I think you’re only trying to make yourself feel better about the situation, but you wanted this to happen every bit as much as I did.”
“I did not!”
“Then why did you come?”
Kossy stared at David and saw a callousness she had never seen before. She wished he would have denied that this had been his plan all along, even if she knew that she wouldn’t have believed him. At least it would mean that he still cared enough about her to want to protect his own image in her eyes. There were so many things she wanted to hurl at his face – sharp objects, corrosive liquids, and words. You said you had restraint. You said this was not about sex. You said you were into Laide. You said, you said, you said. But all these words weren’t things she could fling at his face without feeling incredibly stupid and naïve herself. She felt her own stupidity and humiliation above anything else. How could she have been so careless?
Kossy got to her feet and gathered her belongings. David watched her quietly, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped between his thighs.
“You need T-fare” He searched his pockets as he spoke and came up with some cash. He held out four tired five-hundred Naira notes to her, “You should also stop at the pharmacy to get some Postinor.”
“Fvck you.” Kossy said as she walked through the door. This room and this man and this moment were things she wished only to forget.
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by ibkayee(f): 5:04am On Dec 12, 2017|
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by MissWrite(f): 8:12am On Dec 12, 2017|
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by ibkayee(f): 4:54pm On Dec 12, 2017|
MissWrite:Gosh I missed the note you made about it being inspired by specific events and coincidentally enough, it's exactly what I thought of when reading it so you obviously did a good job illustrating it
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by MissWrite(f): 5:38pm On Dec 12, 2017|
Thanks, girl........means a lot to me.
I just added that note. I'm glad you made the connection before though.
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by ibkayee(f): 6:43pm On Dec 12, 2017|
MissWrite:No problem, I look forward to more of your work
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by bimberry1307(f): 7:54pm On Dec 12, 2017|
Hmmm! you truly write. I'm loving this story right now and I can also relate with it. keep the updates coming forth.
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by Nobody: 10:54pm On Dec 12, 2017|
And her pen glows again. This is ART. MissWrite, I like the way you write. I also love the CONSISTENCY in the quality---each chapter is worth sixty million dollars. The absence of perissology, magniloquence and unnecessary verbosity adds the more to the quality.
It's quite glaring that this issue of consent is a hot-potato subject. Delicate, complicated and deep. You constructed a realistic, believable scenario that exposes the more complex aspect of it, with appealing dexterity. It's beautiful.
I look forward to reading your Magnum Opus WHEN ['cause it's NOT a matter of "IF"] you become a widely celebrated writer---very soon, I believe. I sprinkle golden particles of Muses on your air. Keep up the finesse. The Gods are with you.
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by MissWrite(f): 2:32am On Dec 13, 2017|
Wow, Tozara, I'm......I don't even know what to say .....you are too kind. Thanks for the compliment (and the golden particles of muses ). And thanks again for being you, and also being able to see the complexities surrounding consent which I wanted to express.
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by MissWrite(f): 2:38am On Dec 13, 2017|
Thank you. I'm glad you liked it and found it relatable. I don't know if that's the context you're referring to but, a lot of girls have at some point found themselves in a situation where the lines are blurry and they cannot tell for sure if they've been taken advantage of or not.
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by Nobody: 4:05am On Dec 13, 2017|
MissWrite:You're welcome. It's a pleasure. Carry on with the Lord's work. Let your effulgent pen dance---for I know it still has a trillion more steps to make.
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by michaelmo11(m): 8:11am On Dec 13, 2017|
I love your work.
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by Hannysmilez(f): 9:59pm On Dec 13, 2017|
Okay! I'm already angry.
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by MissWrite(f): 11:13pm On Dec 13, 2017|
Lol. I just read your post on it, and you absolutely got most of the arguments here. Unfortunately, a lot of girls don't even know that this is rape. Many sexual encounters happen this way. You hear a guy say "after a lot of fighting, we had sex" and he sees nothing wrong with it because the girl eventually "co-operated". She may succumb to biology, or the "guilting" (stop being a čock-tease!). However, in the wake of it all, the girl is left feeling all the elements of the aftermath of rape - the imposition on her body. Plus guilt and confusion: not knowing whether this was on her or him.
You make an interesting read. Very intriguing and really funny. I can't believe I'm only just coming across it.
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by Hannysmilez(f): 9:06am On Dec 14, 2017|
MissWrite:Exactly! I know enough victims of this to understand how traumatic it can be. 99% of the victims blame themselves.
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by omeira(f): 7:54pm On Jan 13|
Worth reading, from start to finish. I like the way you painted it. Like you said, some people don't even know this is rape. She should have left there after flushing his balls in the toilet because this is Nigeria..
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by pabloXL: 9:04am On Jan 14|
You write really well, felt I was in the room and no im not a peeping tom..try your hand at a longer story..I think you'll do a great job
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by Sensitivity1254: 10:08am On Jan 14|
This is not rape. What defines rape or not is 'consent'. Seduction is not rape. The fact that the lady feels bad after the whole thing does not make it a rape.
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by Sensitivity1254: 10:10am On Jan 14|
What would have made it rape is assuming she asked him to stop in between the sex, even if she was moaning.
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by MissWrite(f): 12:04pm On Jan 14|
Thanks . I'll give it a try.
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by MissWrite(f): 12:05pm On Jan 14|
Thanks. I appreciate you giving your view on this.
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by Bitterleafsoup: 6:58am On Jan 17|
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by BenzEne1(m): 7:20am On Jan 17|
Brilliant story. This happens all the time. As guys we'll call it seduction or drawing the 'beast' outta the lady. Its plain rape. First the mind is confused into holding on to trust, then the unwanted seduction then the girl is left reeling with guilt while the guys gets another girls name on his sex scorecard for bragging rights.
To me even if you care and she doesn't love you back then don't fvck her. It's called making love for a reason.
This is how broken minds and inferiority complex are created.
Its a good read Op. ����
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by mhizsuzzy(f): 7:48am On Jan 17|
Thumbs up dear....u really did well
it has a story line most girls can relate.....
No girl should sleep over in a guy's house who are not married no matter how close u are....I dont really see it as rape, i stand to be corrected because na she kukuma go the boy's house nobody forced her......
Girl protect yourself to reduce incidence of rape.....
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by Chommieblaq(f): 7:57am On Jan 17|
Great story line, a tale most girls and even guys can relate to.
If she had said no even in between moan then it's rape but in this case it's seduction.
Guys see nothing wrong with this act, they will always say "after much struggle, the girl gave in, I get her medicine na"
But to the ladies, a bond is broken, trust shattered, a feeling of been used, she only gave consent because her body betrayed her. Well you don't put sugar in someone's mouth and expect the person not to lick it.
He simply took advantage of her
Lesson: Don't spend long amount of time, not just sleeping over with a guy you ain't dating.
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by Jarchi(m): 9:25am On Jan 17|
You are a writer.
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|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by intjgirl(f): 9:31am On Jan 17|
Exactly. It's unethical and a shitty thing to do but it is NOT rape.
Perhaps the author just didn't express the scenario completely.
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by Nobody: 9:42am On Jan 17|
Nice one dearie...hope it still continues
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by Chommieblaq(f): 9:42am On Jan 17|
She did, that's why she asked for our opinion and reason.
|Re: Misconceptions - A (Not So) Short Story by Twoclans(f): 9:55am On Jan 17|
Nice one misswrite,honestly a lot of people can relate to this even married people.there are times a married woman can feel raped by the husband
There is a very thin line between seduction and rape especially when the relationship between you and the opposite sex has been agreed to be platonic.
This is rape misswrite.Although kossy doesn't have a case if its taken up legally because if tests are done there won't be any signs of forced entry .
Above all its always better you have sexual relations when the two parties are in agreement.If a lady says give me time.please give her time.
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