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My Girlfriend Asked Me to Rape Her, and I Couldn’t Do It
How sexual trauma ruined my relationship
When you start dating someone, it’s impossible to know what’s hidden beneath the surface. People are often held captive by their attractions, and once that chemical interplay begins between a couple, its sparks will eventually catch fire. This happened to me, against my better judgments, when I started up a relationship with one of my best friend’s sisters.
We were in a college town, and she was working on her degree, while I was trying to work up enough guts to re-enroll, and killing time in a part-time job that would eventually completely take over my life. But we kept running into one another, either at bars, or around campus, and things just sort of became obvious that our personalities clicked. We made each other laugh, and when our eyes met, I could feel my heart tingle with that ephemeral combo of lust and a yearning for something undefinable that we call happiness.
One thing led to another, as it often does. We ended up hanging out multiple times drinking, and she would often fall asleep at my apartment. In these instances, we eventually made out, having quite intense sessions of kissing, and drunken dry humping that dialed the lust up to eleven, but always just before we would take it to the next level, she would tell me…
