u/Vegetable_Bar_0307

You’ve been role-playing with this older guy on Reddit for months. At first his kinks seemed unusual but you liked it. Slowly you lost all control.

You started trying things you never thought you’d enjoy, pushing yourself further each time. The scenes turned darker and filthier than you ever imagined. Getting brutally overpowered and used against your will. Clothes ripped off your trembling body. Choked. Slapped. Spit on. Throatfucked until tears streamed down your face. Tied up. Filmed. Heavy verbal degradation. Massive age gap humiliation where he treats you like a worthless set of holes. Even gangbang and double penetration fantasies.

Sometimes you even surprised yourself by asking for nastier details he hadn’t mentioned, touching yourself while you typed them. But those were just dangerous words that slipped out. Nothing you would ever actually want in real life.

A few days ago in the heat of one intense RP session you sent him your face and body pics. The second you hit send regret hit you like a truck. You told yourself the chances of ever meeting were basically zero.

Then tonight happened.

You came home after a mediocre date still wearing the exact same tight top and shorts you had described to him. The ones you said would be so easy to tear off. You stepped into the elevator and I walked in right after you.

Our eyes locked. In that frozen second it hit us both like lightning. The face from the pics. The body. The clothes. The elevator. We both knew. Neither of us said a word. The silence was thick and suffocating. Your nipples hardened under that thin top as the air suddenly felt too warm. Your thighs pressed together instinctively while my gaze dropped for half a second to the exact outfit you’d begged me to destroy. Your face burned as you stared at the floor and quickly pressed your floor. I watched exactly which button lit up. Two floors below mine.

You rushed back to your apartment heart hammering and opened Reddit.

There was a new message from me.

Fuck.

For me it’s the best I could wish for.

For you it’s the worst nightmare.

Now you’re sitting there replaying every humiliating non-con thing you ever typed to me. Terrified that I know exactly who you are and where you live. Those filthy fantasies were never supposed to leave the screen. Especially not with the guy who lives in the same building. Twice your age. Much bigger. And now standing between you and the exit every single day.

I haven’t said anything yet. But that silent elevator ride changed everything. I saw the exact outfit you described. The panic in your eyes when we locked gazes. And I know you recognized me too.

kinks: dub-con, non-con, age gap, overpowering, tearing clothes, choking, slapping, spitting, throatfucking, bondage, filming, verbal degradation, gangbang, double penetration, free use

I’m staying vague on my side for now. The rest we can fill in together once you reply.

DM me if you want to be her.

You’ve been role-playing with this older guy on Reddit for months. At first his kinks seemed unusual but you liked it. Slowly you lost all control.

You started trying things you never thought you’d enjoy, pushing yourself further each time. The scenes turned darker and filthier than you ever imagined. Getting brutally overpowered and used against your will. Clothes ripped off your trembling body. Choked. Slapped. Spit on. Throatfucked until tears streamed down your face. Tied up. Filmed. Heavy verbal degradation. Massive age gap humiliation where he treats you like a worthless set of holes. Even gangbang and double penetration fantasies.

Sometimes you even surprised yourself by asking for nastier details he hadn’t mentioned, touching yourself while you typed them. But those were just dangerous words that slipped out. Nothing you would ever actually want in real life.

A few days ago in the heat of one intense RP session you sent him your face and body pics. The second you hit send regret hit you like a truck. You told yourself the chances of ever meeting were basically zero.

Then tonight happened.

You came home after a mediocre date still wearing the exact same tight top and shorts you had described to him. The ones you said would be so easy to tear off. You stepped into the elevator and I walked in right after you.

Our eyes locked. In that frozen second it hit us both like lightning. The face from the pics. The body. The clothes. The elevator. We both knew. Neither of us said a word. The silence was thick and suffocating. Your nipples hardened under that thin top as the air suddenly felt too warm. Your thighs pressed together instinctively while my gaze dropped for half a second to the exact outfit you’d begged me to destroy. Your face burned as you stared at the floor and quickly pressed your floor. I watched exactly which button lit up. Two floors below mine.

You rushed back to your apartment heart hammering and opened Reddit.

There was a new message from me.

Fuck.

For me it’s the best I could wish for.

For you it’s the worst nightmare.

Now you’re sitting there replaying every humiliating non-con thing you ever typed to me. Terrified that I know exactly who you are and where you live. Those filthy fantasies were never supposed to leave the screen. Especially not with the guy who lives in the same building. Twice your age. Much bigger. And now standing between you and the exit every single day.

I haven’t said anything yet. But that silent elevator ride changed everything. I saw the exact outfit you described. The panic in your eyes when we locked gazes. And I know you recognized me too.

kinks: dub-con, non-con, age gap, overpowering, tearing clothes, choking, slapping, spitting, throatfucking, bondage, filming, verbal degradation, gangbang, double penetration, free use

I’m staying vague on my side for now. The rest we can fill in together once you reply.

DM me if you want to be her.

You’ve been role-playing with this older guy on Reddit for months. At first his kinks seemed unusual but you liked it. Slowly you lost all control.

You started trying things you never thought you’d enjoy, pushing yourself further each time. The scenes turned darker and filthier than you ever imagined. Getting brutally overpowered and used against your will. Clothes ripped off your trembling body. Choked. Slapped. Spit on. Throatfucked until tears streamed down your face. Tied up. Filmed. Heavy verbal degradation. Massive age gap humiliation where he treats you like a worthless set of holes. Even gangbang and double penetration fantasies.

Sometimes you even surprised yourself by asking for nastier details he hadn’t mentioned, touching yourself while you typed them. But those were just dangerous words that slipped out. Nothing you would ever actually want in real life.

A few days ago in the heat of one intense RP session you sent him your face and body pics. The second you hit send regret hit you like a truck. You told yourself the chances of ever meeting were basically zero.

Then tonight happened.

You came home after a mediocre date still wearing the exact same tight top and shorts you had described to him. The ones you said would be so easy to tear off. You stepped into the elevator and I walked in right after you.

Our eyes locked. In that frozen second it hit us both like lightning. The face from the pics. The body. The clothes. The elevator. We both knew. Neither of us said a word. The silence was thick and suffocating. Your nipples hardened under that thin top as the air suddenly felt too warm. Your thighs pressed together instinctively while my gaze dropped for half a second to the exact outfit you’d begged me to destroy. Your face burned as you stared at the floor and quickly pressed your floor. I watched exactly which button lit up. Two floors below mine.

You rushed back to your apartment heart hammering and opened Reddit.

There was a new message from me.

Fuck.

For me it’s the best I could wish for.

For you it’s the worst nightmare.

Now you’re sitting there replaying every humiliating non-con thing you ever typed to me. Terrified that I know exactly who you are and where you live. Those filthy fantasies were never supposed to leave the screen. Especially not with the guy who lives in the same building. Twice your age. Much bigger. And now standing between you and the exit every single day.

I haven’t said anything yet. But that silent elevator ride changed everything. I saw the exact outfit you described. The panic in your eyes when we locked gazes. And I know you recognized me too.

kinks: dub-con, non-con, age gap, overpowering, tearing clothes, choking, slapping, spitting, throatfucking, bondage, filming, verbal degradation, gangbang, double penetration, free use

I’m staying vague on my side for now. The rest we can fill in together once you reply.

DM me if you want to be her.