The reason I hate Darren so much is because of what I allow him to do and for over a year continue to pretend I think the pills he gives me once or twice a week are sleeping pills. In reality those pills are date r**e pills and the first time he gave me one he did sneak into my apartment and had sex with me. Its true we have keys to each others apartment and I always trusted him since I moved in here 3 years ago. It was July of 2014 on a Friday night the first time he offered me one of the pills knowing I was having trouble sleeping. He came in my bedroom I think about midnight and had sex with me. For some reason I knew what was going on most of the time but never tried to stop him since I was so aroused and know I orgasmed several times. I am not exactly a very attractive woman and never had too many dates even when I was a teen. At the time there were only two guys I ever had sex with and I think because of that I never complained or said a word to Darren about it. He is 51 and a fairly attractive guy and we took a liking to each other when I moved in never expecting something like this to transpire. The following weekend he offered me another pill to supposedly help me sleep. Now I admit I suspected he would come in and a few times almost took the pill but never did. Sure enough about 1 am I heard him come into my apartment. He didn't at all try to be quiet about it and even turned on the lamp once in my bedroom saying my name several times. He just stood there for a short time then uncovered me and began removing my night shirt and panties. I do admit it was a little embarrassing for me but I honestly wanted him to satisfy me. I intentionally fained sleep as he felt my breasts and began fingering me. As soon as he began giving me oral sex I was so aroused I didn't care what else he did. I just laid there letting him positioned me however he pleased and actually peeked at him as he put on a condom. He rolled me on my side and had intercouse with me doggie style while his one hand kept holding my breasts. Honestly, I was so aroused I don't know how many times I had an orgasm but know I reacted to them with sounds and the way I moved. I was so afraid he would realize I was awake I simply slumped acting like I was asleep. He got up and rolled me on my back again and as I squinted I could see him take off the condom and put it in a plastic sandwich bag which almost made me laugh but I was to afraid to make a sound. He then gently put my panties back on me and then my nightshirt covering me with my sheet.

This has gone on since then at least one night ever weekend and often on both Friday and Saturday nights. There have been many times that he has already had sex with me on a Friday and I am the one who calls and asks for another pill on Saturday. If he is suspicious that I know he comes in he has never said so and I'm almost sure he thinks the pills are resposible for making me not remember since in all this time I have never even hinted anything about it. He does about the same everytime he comes in often making a lot of noise but does different things to me often. He has me hold his penis sometimes and just looks at me laying there naked as I feel him getting an erection. He almost always gives me oral sex and most of the time screws me doggie style. He seems to like me from the rear and after the first few months started having anal sex with me which I don't prefer but don't mind. I do believe he thinks I am oblivious to it all because sometimes he pulls my legs off the bottom of the bed getting behind me for the anal sex. I have a good job and work long hours during the week and look forward to it every weekend. Even when I masturbate I think about it. What I'm doing is letting a man take advantage of me but at the same time I encourage him by asking for another pill. I don't know how many I have flushed down the toilet and shamefully am inviting him to have sex with me. He's been dovoriced for a long time but I have met his son who is 2 years older than me and one of his daughters several times who is a little yoounger than I. I am always fearful he will tell me one day that he knows I don't take the pills. There have been times while I am having an orgasm that I can't control myself very much. I try not to over react when he gives me oral sex but I feel myself shiver as he is doing it. We talk often having coffee or a drink but we never talk about sex and its mostly all small talk. I can't believe sometimes how I purposely let this continue trying to make this man think he is the sole guilty party. He could be a pervert but I so much enjoy it I don't want him to stop. Right now its 5:20 Friday night and Darren will be home by 6. If he doesn't offer me a pill I'll call and ask for one and suppose now I'm just as responsible for this as he is.