I was always an outcast. Growing up in a small town with a strong religious core, my coming from a broken home and raised by a single mother was only the beginning of it all.

Next was my weight. Not fat, but not cheerleader skinny either. It had been a source of mockery from the other girls and a huge self esteem issue for me.

Maybe because of my self esteem issues I trended toward a goth look: dyed hair, dark clothes, too much eye shadow. Again, this only set me further apart.

Not that the boys didn’t like it. They just did it in secret, and by it I mean me. Those same skinny cheerleaders boyfriends would go wild over my big breasts when they were away.

Which led to rumours about me being a slut. Some were true, some weren’t, but in a small town truth doesn’t really matter, does it?

So I was so excited for college and to move to the city. Sure, it was the opposite of what I was used to: the hustle and bustle, the cramped living quarters with my roommates, but I felt I could finally be myself, be accepted for who I was.

Some of the boys from college were nice but I was already tired of boys, I wanted to experience a man. And so I found a website that connected younger women like me with older, established gentleman. And that is where I met you.

You were so kind, sweet, encouraging to me. I looked forward to your messages, then texts and then calls. You were my Prince Charming. Until the night we met…

And now a week later, Im in my room, crying still, ashamed, angry, bitter and heartbroken. So many emotions from one night.

And then my phone buzzed…

Hi there:) I only play in PM’s. I love age gaps, dominant and degrading men, rough sex, dad bods, married men, and so much more

My limits are underage, scat and blood