Again, your pussy keeps having a dissenting opinion on the matter.
Heat creeps over my face.
Me
The presence of arousal does not imply consent.
It didn't happen with Kyle. But I’ve read countless things since regarding the shame that can come from rape and assault. And part of it is that plenty of victimsdobecome physically aroused during an attack.
It’s not just a BookTok “curse my traitorous body” trope. It really happens, both to men and women. People evencomewhile they're being assaulted. I can't even fathom the level to which that must compound the self-loathing.
Unknown
Agreed. It's also completely irrelevant to what happened between us. Don’t for a second try to paint me with that brush. I know what I am, and I’m more than fine with it.
My tongue slips out to wet my lips.
Me
I never consented to what happened the other day.
Unknown
You also never said no.
Me
Are you suggesting the absence of no equates to the presence of yes?
Unknown
Do you seriously always text like this?
I frown.
Me
Like what?
Unknown
Like an elderly law professor.
My lips pull into a grin before I can stop them.
Me
You didn’t answer my question.
This whole conversation regarding consent, especially in the context of the kinks we’re talking about, has us on shaky ground, at best. I’m also not naive enough to think it's a simple black and white question.
But it’s still a conversation I need to have, even if just with myself.
Unknown
But you DID have a way out, little prey.
Me
