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Women Only
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Straight Female / 31
Happily Married, Three Children, Living In Dubai
I was in a strange room with a strange guy loosing my virginity two weeks before graduating from college. He looked at me, perplexed, I was his first virgin. I didn't ask him what other girls he had. I dressed in front of him. He pointed me to where the bathroom was so I could clean up.
I went downstairs, he had disappeared while I was in the bathroom, I found my roommate, she wanted to know where I had been. I said outside. She looked at me 'you got laid didn't you?'. She said it was written all over me, that just got fucked look.
I woke up alone in my room. I showered, spent minutes looking at my no longer virgin body in the mirror. In the kitchen my roommate asked me if I still refused to take contraception. If he used a condom. Why did I let him? Unprotected sex with a guy I didn't know. STDs? Pregnancy? Abuse? Once a guy fucks you he owns you. But I knew that, right?
It happened, faster than I could stop it, he was showing me where the upstairs bathroom was, how was I supposed to know he was going to fuck me? Guys fuck girls. Now I knew it, but I needed the bathroom. I went to the campus clinic, against my will. STDs, HIV, Herpes, Pregnancy. Wait and see. Did I want the morning after p!ll? No. God NO. How could the nurse even say that?
He did own me. It wasn't even a question.
No STDs, no HIV, no Herpes. Yes, pregnancy. No, emphatically, no to abortion. My problem. No, my baby, not a problem. A baby. It's up to him, if he wants to get married. Either way, I wasn't giving up my baby.
I wore a glowing gown, to cover my pregnancy. Every one pretty much knew I was pregnant, why else wear a flowing gown? I do, I do, kiss the bride, put his ring on her, take her away and don't return her. His name, his apartment, his Job, his wife, his son.
I went downstairs, he had disappeared while I was in the bathroom, I found my roommate, she wanted to know where I had been. I said outside. She looked at me 'you got laid didn't you?'. She said it was written all over me, that just got fucked look.
I woke up alone in my room. I showered, spent minutes looking at my no longer virgin body in the mirror. In the kitchen my roommate asked me if I still refused to take contraception. If he used a condom. Why did I let him? Unprotected sex with a guy I didn't know. STDs? Pregnancy? Abuse? Once a guy fucks you he owns you. But I knew that, right?
It happened, faster than I could stop it, he was showing me where the upstairs bathroom was, how was I supposed to know he was going to fuck me? Guys fuck girls. Now I knew it, but I needed the bathroom. I went to the campus clinic, against my will. STDs, HIV, Herpes, Pregnancy. Wait and see. Did I want the morning after p!ll? No. God NO. How could the nurse even say that?
He did own me. It wasn't even a question.
No STDs, no HIV, no Herpes. Yes, pregnancy. No, emphatically, no to abortion. My problem. No, my baby, not a problem. A baby. It's up to him, if he wants to get married. Either way, I wasn't giving up my baby.
I wore a glowing gown, to cover my pregnancy. Every one pretty much knew I was pregnant, why else wear a flowing gown? I do, I do, kiss the bride, put his ring on her, take her away and don't return her. His name, his apartment, his Job, his wife, his son.
