He followed me home from the supermarket. I stopped outside my building, but between my purse and groceries I needed put them down, so I went in. I saw him enter, we don’t have a doorman and when I got to my door, he was there and pushed the door in with me.
I asked him to let me put the groceries down and then told him to go on and get it over with. If he hurt me he hurt me. I got my panties off from beneath my dress and laid back on the bed and let him get on me. He took his time, I could smell him as he got fully aroused, men have that sex smell, he came heavily and I let him stay on until he got off on his own.
I went to the washbasin and wet a towel for him. He said he was hungry so I made him a sandwich and gave him some Coke to drink. He wanted to look at me, and held my dress up so he could get a full view. I opened my dress and let him see my tits as well, and touch them. After he finished eating I told him he needed to leave, I had things to do.
If you fight you get hurt. If you fight they get aroused differently. It’s rent. That’s the way I see it.
