Straight Female / 34
Just My Luck To Have Males In My Life Who Want To Hug Me
I may have said this before. I had, have, an aversion to men touching me. I don't have an explanation of where it comes from. In addition I have an aversion to dark parking lots. I parked on the street for my job so I didn't use the basement parking. I turned 28 and my coworkers had cake for me in the office breakroom. The CFO came and sat beside me. He kept touching my arm, hand, thigh while he asked me questions.
I got up to serve coffee and hoped to sit across the table, but my coworkers all conspired for me to sit next to him. When the reception was over he hugged me and kissed my cheek. I went to my desk to breathe. Two female coworkers stopped by to comment on how much he liked me.
From then on he took liberties, always touching me, hugging me, kissing me. The kisses began on the cheek but gravitated to my mouth. They became long deep kisses, real long. With eye contact. My coworkers made room for him to get near me, to sit me beside him, to look the other way when he kissed me.
One lunch he asked me to drive him, and he asked why I didn't use the building parking. I had to tell him about my phobia. The next thing is the building created four reserved spots next to the building and one spot was my reserved spot, close to the door. The hugs became long hugs with caresses, long kisses on the mouth, I was always being set up to be with him. One day he kissed me and told me he wanted to take me home with him. He was all over me, caressing me, feeling me up, kissing me, taking my clothes off. Until he had me fully naked and he made love with me. After making love he held me close to him talking to me.
I was told by a coworker that he mentioned he was taking me home to live with him. There was no escaping from it, living with him, sleeping with him, not to mention having sex with him. And working with him. He drove me to and from work and walked me from and to his car in the parking garage.
I controlled my urge to run, to escape him. I prepared for bed in the bathroom, before getting in bed with my back to him. He reached around me, caressed my breasts, held me to him. Turning me under him. He talked to me while he was actively having sex with me. He told me I was perfect for him, wife material. I had to marry him, I was pregnant. I stayed home after the birth of my baby.
I'm now a stay at home Mom with two sons. I find I have the same feeling when my sons are hugging me. They are males, I don't know if I would have these feelings if I had girls instead of boys.
I have talked with a psychologist. But nothing helps. My men are huggers, and kissers. Of all things to happen to me I have males who are touchers, huggers, kissers, snugglers. I have a lifetime ahead of me.
I got up to serve coffee and hoped to sit across the table, but my coworkers all conspired for me to sit next to him. When the reception was over he hugged me and kissed my cheek. I went to my desk to breathe. Two female coworkers stopped by to comment on how much he liked me.
From then on he took liberties, always touching me, hugging me, kissing me. The kisses began on the cheek but gravitated to my mouth. They became long deep kisses, real long. With eye contact. My coworkers made room for him to get near me, to sit me beside him, to look the other way when he kissed me.
One lunch he asked me to drive him, and he asked why I didn't use the building parking. I had to tell him about my phobia. The next thing is the building created four reserved spots next to the building and one spot was my reserved spot, close to the door. The hugs became long hugs with caresses, long kisses on the mouth, I was always being set up to be with him. One day he kissed me and told me he wanted to take me home with him. He was all over me, caressing me, feeling me up, kissing me, taking my clothes off. Until he had me fully naked and he made love with me. After making love he held me close to him talking to me.
I was told by a coworker that he mentioned he was taking me home to live with him. There was no escaping from it, living with him, sleeping with him, not to mention having sex with him. And working with him. He drove me to and from work and walked me from and to his car in the parking garage.
I controlled my urge to run, to escape him. I prepared for bed in the bathroom, before getting in bed with my back to him. He reached around me, caressed my breasts, held me to him. Turning me under him. He talked to me while he was actively having sex with me. He told me I was perfect for him, wife material. I had to marry him, I was pregnant. I stayed home after the birth of my baby.
I'm now a stay at home Mom with two sons. I find I have the same feeling when my sons are hugging me. They are males, I don't know if I would have these feelings if I had girls instead of boys.
I have talked with a psychologist. But nothing helps. My men are huggers, and kissers. Of all things to happen to me I have males who are touchers, huggers, kissers, snugglers. I have a lifetime ahead of me.
