Slut Slam No More

Slut Slam No More

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Mar 9, 2015
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I am currently being slut slammed in school. Of course, most of them don't say it to my face, but they say it to my boyfriend's face. It really pisses him off. Anyway, I have been sexually assaulted once by a guy I know and raped once by my ex-boyfriend. I am tired of being slut slammed when I am no where near a slut. I thought I could post my diary entries and share my stories about what has happened to me, in hope of helping girls understand that they should stop slut slamming other girls, and instead take a stand against rape, sexual assault, and slut slamming. Please let me know your opinions. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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