30 Men Share Their Harrowing Stories Of Being Raped By Women

16. She touched me and made me lick her junk.

“I was around five or six, and she was maybe nine or so. I don’t remember if it was more than once but she was always making power trips with me. I always said yes because she said if I didn’t comply she wouldn’t be my friend anymore (I didn’t have many friends).

She touched me and made me lick her junk. I was so humiliated when my mom found out (I was 12) and she didn’t do anything for me because I didn’t want some teenage girl to go to jail for something she did as a prepubescent kid.

I still have problems with sex and am a borderline porn addict. Nobody tells you this, but apparently one of the effects of being assaulted as a kid is sexual intrusive thoughts and unnaturally high libido.

It’s a nightmare to be awake and sober most days.”


17. Upon opening my eyes, I see my roommate’s girlfriend on top of me, riding me.

“My college roommate’s girlfriend. This happened around sophomore year of college. One of my roommates had been dating this girl off and on for about 8 months or so. She was a tall, athletic, attractive redhead. She had that oh-so-famous redhead temper. My roommate was also not the best boyfriend. They fought a lot in our apartment. Several times, I was forced to physically get between them to prevent an altercation and/or our stuff getting broken. These fights happened at least once a week, and almost every time they drank.

One Friday, she tells me that she wants to set me up with one of her sorority sisters, so we 4 (roommate, roommate’s gf, gf’s friend, and myself) all go out to the clubs. The night was going surprisingly well. The friend and I didn’t really connect in a romantic level, but we were all having a good time nonetheless. At one of the clubs, it’s my turn to buy a round. I’m standing at the bar, trying to tune out the loud music, when I feel an arm reach around from behind me and grab my crotch. Natural reaction, I turn to see who it was and see my roommate’s gf standing behind me grinning…I carefully removed her hand and tried to mentally brush it off as the alcohol getting to her.

Fast-forward another two hours and we are in the cab going back to our apartment. Roommate and girlfriend are loudly fighting about something, while the friend and I are sitting in uncomfortable silence. It is at this point things get really blurry; it was as if all of the night’s alcohol hit me all at once. I remember us getting back to our apartment parking lot and my roommate and his girlfriend are shouting at each other. I throw the driver a bill and stumble back to our apartment with girlfriend’s friend in tow, leaving them to fight outside. I don’t know where the friend crashed; I just walked straight in and straight to my bed. I don’t think that I even took my club clothes off.

Don’t know how much time passed, but get the feeling of something wet around my crotch area and on my stomach. My initial thought, before opening my eyes, was that I pissed myself. Upon opening my eyes, I see my roommate’s girlfriend on top of me, riding me. I sobered up in that one second and quickly shoved her off of me. I just remember saying, ‘WTF are you doing?!’ and her saying VERY loudly, ‘Well someone else won’t fuck me!’ as if she wanted my roommate to hear. I told her to get out, and she did whilst calling me an asshole. I lay there for a minute trying to analyze what just happened, when I start to feel sick. Not sure if it was the alcohol or the incident that just occurred, but I ran to the bathroom to puke. I returned to my bed and fell back asleep.

I never brought it up with my roommate or his girlfriend. I don’t know if she ever told him. He told me the next day that he was so blasted that he didn’t remember anything after we left the club. The sorority sister was nowhere to be found the next morning. Roommate and his girlfriend broke up for good not long after that.”



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