The Night He Took Her Innocence, by LaShawnna Subscribe to rss feed for LaShawnna

She remembered that night well, how could she forget? The
image of him was set in stone in her mind.It was a warm
spring night, and she was out walking thats when he came up
behind her, and tackled her to the ground he ripped at her
clothes, and she begged him to stop but he just slapped her
, and told her to shut up.He forced her legs apart on the
cold road then he quickly pulled his dick out , and he raped
her he never cared about her discomfort all he focused on
was the pleasure he was getting.That was the night he stole
her innocence.After all had happened she was still weak
because she knew that she could never wipe herself clean.For
the night he took her innocence is still a reminder of how
stained she is. 
Posted: 2005-10-30 16:28:45 UTC

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2005-11-03 21:14:19Faith
She's not stained... he's the one who should feel ashamed.