I had consensual s*x one time with jake/Jennifer Heichert before they entered my dorm room without my permission and refused to leave until I did it again.
It was bad. Like really bad. Do you know how bad you have to be to still, nearly 20 years later, be the *worst* s*x someone who definitely skirted s*x addiction ever had?
Jake smelled weird. Pencil d*ck. Couldn’t find key parts of the female anatomy, and seemed to think I’d start singing his favorite nickel back song if they twisted my nipples to the right spot. Nipples are not radio dials you idiot.
It still didn’t give them the right to violate me. Sure, I was 30lbs heavier, and a D1 athlete. I could’ve punched them. I could’ve cried for help. But where would an assault charge or a ruined reputation have gotten me?
I had dreams. I had aspirations. A 30 second bj was the most efficient way out of that situation.
But I bet they won’t post my erg times 😆.
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