Nobody’s perfect. And nobody knows themselves truly from the start. And so sometimes, before some self discovery, a lesbian has a boyfriend. And you did, years ago. You never slept together or anything (gold star intact!), but you went on dates, you cuddled, it was nice. Just… he was a man. And when you realised you were a lesbian, as much as you tried to let him down gently, left him in the dust.
Years later, maybe you run into eachother at the bus stop or the store or a cafe. And you decide to catch up. He suggests a walk in the park. You used to do that a lot when you were dating. It seems nice.
the day comes, you walk, you talk, and you get lost in eachothers company. He’s easy to spend time with. That’s why it was able to last so long. You barely notice the hours go by, until suddenly the sun is going down and you don’t quite recognise this part of the park.
You tell him it’s late, that you should really get home to your girlfriend. He agrees, but wants to address one last thing. You forgot to give him something of his when you broke up. You ask what that is.
You feel your head get pushed against a tree before you realise what’s going on. You’re in a daze. You feel a rush of cold air on your ass. Your pants are gone. You feel something brush against the lips of your pussy.
“You owe me this” you hear him snarl. The pieces are coming together. Your eyes widen. A hand claps over your mouth before you can say anything. Your wrists are caught together in a strong grip behind your back.
He pushes in. Tears well in your eyes.
“I waited years for this” he says between grunts and groans. “I worked my ass off so you’d give me what I deserved. But I guess I need to take it”
He isn’t gentle. He isn’t slow. He fucks you hard against that tree. You can tell he’s been holding this back for a long time. What’s worse is something you’ve been holding back slips out. A moan. Are you… enjoying this?
“see?” He taunts you “If you’d just let me you’d have loved it. But no, I had to take matters into my own hands”
You don’t know how long he fucks you for. Time has no meaning as you’re overcome by fear and shame and pain, but also lust and pleasure. A part of you does want this. And that part is winning the argument.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you feel his hot sticky load shoot up inside of you. It feels disgusting. But also… right. Like that’s supposed to be there.
He doesn’t say anything after that. He just drops you limp to the ground, pulls his pants back on, and leaves in silence, letting you soak on the cold dirty ground. You think you’ll need another catch up soon.
