How I became addicted to mean men
I was 19 and had a crush on a much older co worker. I had slutted around a bit but was still pretty naive and innocent compared to him. He knew I had a crush on him so he asked if I wanted to have a couple drinks with him one day at my apartment. I said yes. He showed up that weekend with a bottle of rum and a few other things I wasn’t aware of. . . He mixed me a few very strong rum and cokes and I got pretty drunk but felt weird. Like hot and needy. I hadn’t really drank before so I didn’t realize he’d added an extra ingredient. Meth. He told me when I told him I felt weird. Just laughed at me and went “yeah that would be the meth” then he whipped out his cock and told me to say thank you for the drugs by sucking it. I was having a panic attack and tried to tell him to leave. . . He slapped me, grabbed my hair and shoved his cock down my throat. He fucked my face and I got so turned on. . . I was crying I was so ashamed. He pulled out of my mouth and told me I was his whore for the weekend. He used me for three days and I swung between loving and hating it. At one point he realized I didn’t have any sex toy’s so he shoved an eggplant I had in the fridge that he wrapped in a condom inside me and then fucked my ass open and used a febreeze bottle to keep it that way
Limits- no scat, no blood, no death, no permanent damage, no gore