The Night He Took Her Innocence

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By 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.

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November 3, 2005 21:14Faith

She's not stained... he's the one who should feel ashamed.