He kissed me on the lips, at first lightly, but then forefully. We won’t see eachother again. I played the victim, and for a second there felt bad for not giving him what he wanted, but I was actually relieved. I saw it in his eyes, the way his nature changes. I’ve felt it. It was as if he couldn’t stop himself and that there could be a situation where my “no” wouldn’t mean a thing. He kissed me real hard, but all I felt was the pressure of our faces touching. I cought myself, eyes wide open, thinking how he’s doing it too fast, too moist, too sloppy, how I hate the smell of his cologne and thay even though I felt the “heat” I really couldn’t care less. I thought that I will be scared, but I was actually borred. But I played him out, so I get it. But it was one heck of an expirience.