So, it was his birthday, and we went out drinking with his friends. I'm not really a heavy drinker, but I held my composure and drank as much as they did. Then I said I wanted to go home because I couldn't handle the alcohol anymore.

Fast forward, he brought me to his apartment, and I was so drunk that I didn’t know what I was doing; I was literally subconscious. I remembered he said that he wanted to fuck me and he was really horny, and of course, I let him because I was also very wild when I was drunk. So yeah, we did it, and I remember that I was very wild, like possessed and very aggressive.

Before we continued, one thing you should know about me is that I am the kind of person who does not want ANAL SEX because I think it's unethical and gross. See, we were dating for 5 years, and I told him very clearly that I didn't want to do ANAL.

Okay, to continue, we had sex, and he was in control. Then suddenly, he went behind me, starting to murmur something about wanting to put it in my other hole. He said he wanted to do anal, and I said NO many times that night, but he was very persistent. He wouldn’t take NO for an answer. I remembered he said, "But you love me, right? We should do it if you really love me," and I started thinking, so I said YES. Subconsciously, I was very drunk; mind you, I was like slime when I was drunk, I couldn't stand.

So yeah, he did me, we did ANAL, and it was rough and painful, and I really did not like it, and I didn't want to do it anymore. But he did it, and he was very happy seeing me in pain. I cried when I got home. I said to myself that if he did it again, I would break it off. And guess what happened? Yes, you guessed it, he wanted it again and got really mad. So I decided to break it off.

Sucks!