I wasn’t given a choice once I gave my consent. Told to lay on the bed. Hang my arms off the side. Spread my legs just a little. Wait.
There is a warm breeze that travels over my body. His breath? My skin comes alive with his closeness. I wait.
Was that a noise? Did he move? I am not sure. Quieting my mind so that I can hear him. I wait.
My hair moves. Did he touch my hair? I shudder and wait.
I feel the heat from his body warming my skin without touch. He is close, just wait.
Please touch me, I scream to myself. The desire rises inside me. My desire does not grant me my wish. I wait.
Hearing the words, his mouth next to my ear, his voice in a slow low whisper, “Good girl.”
I hear the sound of the door opening, and then closing. Silence in the room. My consent, my choice, I wait.
Giving the consent to have your choices limited is a choice. WE make choices every day and some are more serious than others. Some are simple what to have for breakfast and others are whether to spend a lot of money or something. Making the choice to consent to have others make choices for you is one of the biggest decisions you can make.
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