Without context this story may not make sense. Read my previous post for details.

I dont have it in me to go into explicit detail on this, but given how many people have been following along I felt like I should give an update.

After spending some time avoiding my boyfriend, I finally spoke with him last night. He was very apologetic, and wanted to straighten things out. I allowed him to come over and I was honestly feeling optimistic about everything. I thought maybe he had sorted himself out and we could put everything behind us.

At first it seemed like I was correct. He was affectionate, and loving, and we cuddled and kissed. We spoke about it and he said he just overreacted and he did trust me, but had mixed feelings. He decided his fantasy should have just been a fantasy and that's how it will stay. I was fine with that, as long as he was happy.

Then we started having sex. He went down on me, I went down on him, and then he wanted to use the vibrator we bought together a while ago. It sounded fun and sexy and I was excited for him to use it on me.

It was incredible having him use the vibrator on me. It felt amazing, and having him sucking and nibbling my nipples made it that much better. He had me so close, but he kept backing off. I was getting frustrated and I wanted to cum. Either he needed to fuck me, or finish me with the vibrator.

Instead he continued to edge me, and he brought up the other night where I went on my "date" with coffee shop guy. That's fine, he wants to relive the fantasy. He asked me questions and I told him everything in-between moans. We relived it together, and he seemed to be enjoying himself.

Then he asked me how the sex was. He was still using the vibrator and massaging my breasts, and it all felt so good, I didn't notice or sense the tonal shift. I told him, as I did a few days ago, that we didn't have sex, I only gave him a blowjob.

He went on to basically beg for the details on the sex, but in a playful way. He pleasured me, and teased me, and asked me again about the sex. I realized he wanted the fantasy, or that's what I thought. I figured I'd play along. He claimed to trust me right? So this was just fantasy.

I moaned out how much I loved the sex, playing into the fantasy. Well. I'm sure most of you know what happens next.

He lost his fucking mind. He threw the vibrator across the room, putting a hole in my wall, and screaming that he knew I fucked him. He went on a tirade, calling me a bitch, and whore, and a liar. I tried to speak, but I honestly thought he might hit me. Then he tried to have sex with me. He was almost violent as he screamed and tried to force my legs open.

I started crying. He stopped and asked what I was crying about, but in a way that implied I shouldnt be crying. I couldn't even answer him. He got off me, and I curled up. He paced back and forth, yelling and calling me names. And then he left.

After about an hour of trying to calm myself down, I texted him that I was only playing into his fantasy, that I didn't do anything, and that if he can't trust me, and is going to act like that, then we are done. I've since blocked him and plan on going to the police to get something on record about what happened. It won't go anywhere, but if he escalates, atleast something will have been on file.

I'm devastated. This was not how any of this was supposed to go.

I won't be around on here for a while probably. Thanks for following along everyone. Sorry this didn't go in a more fun way.