Every Woman's Rape Is Personal And So Is Mine

In college I worked as a maid in a small college motel. It was part time, heavy on the weekends. It was easy work once you got it down to a science. Of course all the stories that hotel maids tell are true. Lots of dirty sheets, and underwear left under the bed. Lots of things left behind, dildos, which I keep, and other sex toys. We had a large pool of women guest staying here, because we are within walking distance of campus, and for some reason a lot of lesbians like to stay there.

I was cleaning a room and it was going like clockwork, change the sheets, do the bathroom, pickup the trash, vacuum. The man that was staying there came up and asked me to move the cart out of the way, he needed to get to his things. I went against the policies and training and let him in. The door closed behind him, the cart in the hall.

It took, what, three minutes for him to r**e me. It's that quick.

No he wasn't a guest, he was an opportunist. I didn't ask him to prove to me that was his room. I didn't step out of the room to let him inside. No, I stood there putting the sheet on the bed when he grabbed me from behind. He didn't speak, he twisted my arm to get me on my back. He was quick with my pants, he tore them off and my panties were no match for him. He had his dick out, and shoved my panties aside and proceeded to r**e me until he finished, staring at me in my eyes.

And, he was gone. No cameras got a good picture, he had a car parked under a tree that obscured the type and the plates. No good pictures. They tried, but no good pictures. I had a r**e kit used. I spent hours talking to this female cop about it, every little detail until I figured out she was living vicariously through me. I was never able to really give a description that fit. Big, taller than me, male, white. That's when I said to myself, it happened, live with it and stop trying to get the police involved. It was my r**e, he is my rapist, not theirs.

Next time, follow procedures. Let some other maid get r**ed. My r**e happened when I was in college, I'm a housewife now with two boys. I think of him every time I have sex. I keep the panties in a special place in my drawer, I have never washed them. Lots of psycho stuff.