Can't believe I'm actually gonna write this.
But I had a not so dissimilar experience. Sober.
I didn't say no. I didn't say yes. I didn't physically resist. I did cry though (although apparently that was my eyes watering due to his 'size').
I was at his apartment as well, we had been for dinner and there was no way I could easily get back home and Yknow I assumed that considering I knew the guy fairly well or was in the process of getting to know that it wasn't unreasonable to stay at his.
I had already mentioned earlier in the evening I did not wish to have sex to ensure that my staying there was not suggesting I wanted to.
But he just did it, and I let him do it, at no point did I say no but I certainly did not say yes.
I wasn't on the pill and he didn't wear a condom. I wasn't drunk and yet I still couldn't ask him to wrap up. I felt that paralysed.
I couldn't even tell him I didn't want him to cum inside me especially as I know I was ovulating around that time.
In the morning I left, with no real affection from him, and trudged into central London to wait for 3 hours in soho for the morning after pill.
Was I raped ? I don't think so. But I certainly didn't have enjoyable and consensual sex.
The option that it's one or the other is problematic; there is certainly a grey area, and it is a grey area that largely goes unspoken about.