My rape was not violent, but it was still sex without my consent.
Our relationship was over, I had moved out, but we were still in that having-lonesome-sex-together phase.
I had spent the night and was sleeping next to him. We both always sleep naked. He woke up with morning wood and tried pressing it against me. He tried reaching for my breasts which I covered. He got more insistent and I said no. Everywhere his hands went mine went to cover up whatever he was trying to grab. He crawled on top of me I held my legs together. I was saying no the whole time. He finally succeeded in getting my legs apart. I let it happen so I wouldn’t have to say I was raped.
But I was.