He didn't say much. Suddenly, he pushed me against the kitchen counter and pulled on my shirt. I was wearing an old ratty t-shirt and it ripped when he pulled on it. I had just been lounging around the house and hadn't been wearing a bra after breast feeding my baby. The t-shirt ripped apart, exposing my one breast and most of the other one. He continued, kissing me aggressively and ripping the shirt further until it fell off my arms to the floor.
I responded to his aggressiveness by resisting. I pushed him away and tried to escape into the living room. I was laughing. He grabbed me around the waist and I struggled to get free. It was almost like he was raping me. The whole scenario turned me on. I tried to slap his face, but he grabbed my hand and we tumbled onto the living room couch.
