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It’s been the same deal your whole life, and while time might heal all wounds, that’s less true when they’re constantly being re-opened before the scab can start to form. Cute guys walking up to you only to ask if you could hook them up with another girl’s number. Watching strangers walk up to your girls night out group to ask them to dance, leaving you sipping on your drink alone. Time after time, countless humiliations, hardly a day goes by without at least one, assuming you venture outside.
Which is why I seemed like such a dream at first. Handsome, charming, well-built, well-dressed, driving a flashy car, the life of any party lucky enough to have me as a guest. Why I bothered approaching you of all people was a mystery you were too stunned and giddy with excitement to contemplate on too deeply. Of course I had you on your back with your ankles up within a few hours, you sneakily trying to keep the bottom of your shirt pulled down to hide your belly.
You fully expected it to end there, just a casual ONS you’d be using to fuel your fantasies in the shower with the head spraying straight onto your clit, but to your shock, I managed to finesse your number somehow, and there it was, a text asking if you were busy tomorrow night. You had to cancel plans, but an irritated friend you knew since forever was a small price to pay for another round with me. It still didn’t feel quite real, right up to the moment I opened the door and waved you into my flat.
I was definitely not overly gentle the first time, but with your dry stretch running into multiple years, you were happy to grit your teeth and bear it, and it’s not like you didn’t enjoy it overall. So what if I was into a little rough play, lots of girls openly expressed their love for slaps, for being choked, for being called names. When I pressed a finger up to your asshole, you tensed up, blood running cold, but even knowing how much you hated anal from your scant few experiments with it, you didn’t object.
Then you heard it. That fateful command, the mask slipping for the first time.
“Oink for me.”
You hesitated for an agonizing few seconds...then obeyed.
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Kinks: misogyny, body shaming, humiliation, dirty talk, slapping, choking, manhandling, facefuck/deepthroat, ruined make-up, hair-pulling, degradation, filming/recording, drugs/alcohol, assplay, anal, spanking, plugs, collars, belts, heels, restraints, toys, threesomes, group scenes, DP, airtight.
Limits: scat, snuff, gore
I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+