So there was this widow, she was very lusty because her husband had died a couple of years back and she had pretty much got over mourning. I had tea with her. And she was telling me how guilty she felt that she was so horny. And I said, fine, you don't have to feel guilty, I promise you we will just kiss. And that is what we did. Not hard, not intensely, but in a schoolyard, behind-the-fence kind of way. We "made out." On and on, for a long time. All over her body. And she started to shake after about 45 minutes of this. She wanted to break the vow. She wanted me to go further. Because by this point we were completely naked like little babies and everything had been kissed and touched and smoothed and stroked so we were feeling very comfortable with one another. Pretty high actually. But the last thing had not happened. And she was burning like a hot water bottle. Because I had made a promise. And I kept it. She became really excited, got out of control and raped me.

I know it doesn't seem possible that a woman can rape a man but it happened. As I came into her, she blushed, first from her face and then all over her body. And then she relaxed. It was like a big bell of joy clanging.

Read on: No. 7

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