Pressured Poem by Julietta Isla

He pulls out the condom, i look at him, he says 'are you ready yet? ', i nod my head no, then he grabs my hand, slowly placing it on top of his special place, he begans to french kiss me, rubbing on my breasts, he asks me if i want him yet, i push him off me, look at him, say ' you don't really love me', he grabs my hand and says ' baby you know i do, let me prove it to you', i let him start kissing me, he grabs my breast, squeezing them, trying to fit his man hands around them, but instead he rips my shirt off, i push him off, ran out the room, and cried my eyes out, i am so dumb, i should of not listened, he comes to look for me, tells me, his leaving, and not every looking to come back, how stupid can i be, now i sit here expressing what had just happened not to long ago.