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“Will it hurt?”
His handsome face broke into a sweet smile, although there was a weird light in his eyes as he answered me.
“Hurt? No. Never! Love never hurts anyone. It’s a beautiful thing that only brings laughter and pleasure and joy. That’s why everyone desires it.”
If only I was grown enough to know better. He had no reason to lie to me, or so I thought in my innocence. As it was, I wasn’t, and I didn’t. So I swallowed his mesmerizing words hook line and sinker.
He drew closer and placed a warm hand on my shoulder, then looked affectionately into my eyes.
“Don’t be afraid baby girl, I’ll be very gentle. There won’t be any pain, none at all. That’s a promise.”
His words were so convincing that a few moments afterwards all my clothes were gone and I was totally naked on his bed, with my hands being the only cover for my pristine core. I was terribly shy, never having been that way with a male before. I watched as his eyes roamed all over my slight frame, and as the hungry light in them gradually became an inferno. His nostrils flared as he struggled to remain in control.
He drew closer still and murmured.
“Love doesn’t hurt my dear. You’ll enjoy this and thank me later. That I guarantee.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and meekly nodded before sinking further into the mattress, waiting for the inevitable just like condemned prey.
His clothing flew off piece by piece. It was when he finally took of his pale blue boxers that rude reality dawned on me, but by then it was too late.
Right there at the junction of his hairy thighs, nestling in a scraggly patch of black and nodding angrily in my direction was a cannon.
Love was supposed to be a beautiful thing that brought only laughter and pleasure and joy. It wasn’t supposed to hurt at all.
When he was done, all I felt was guilt and pain and humiliation. There was plenty of blood too.
Love turned out to be a big lie, one I am never going to fall for again.