A look at coercive sex through a young woman’s eyes.
I like you.
I liked you when I saw your smile, I liked you more when you told a joke.
I liked you enough to bring you home with me. And I’m flattered and happy you like me.
Like you, I am hoping for sex.
I’m hoping for intimacy, I crave companionship and touch.
I am hoping it will feel good, that it will make my body dance, make my heart beat faster, make me feel alive, young, daring, and bold. I’m hoping it might be the beginning of romance, or maybe just a magical night, a memory that, conjured up years later, brings a smile to my face.