For me college parties always ended the same way. My friends went upstairs or home with the sexy guy they had their eye on, and I made my way home, all alone, sad.

Was it because I was a bit overweight? Was it because I was a bit plain looking? Or was it because I didn’t have the money to dress like my friends did?

I grew up in a conservative Christian home, but this was college, I at least wanted to kiss some boys, maybe even more. But it never seemed to happen.

And so here I was, walking home, all by myself, a little tipsy from some lemon drop shots, but still sad and alone.

The rumour was you used to be some hot shot detective in a big city. But something went wrong. Missing evidence? Bribery? Whatever it was, you were never charged, but you were forced to find work elsewhere. With your wife leaving you and taking the kids you didn’t have much time or choice, so when the Chief of Campus Police job opened you applied right away. They thought they were so lucky to get you.

But you resented it. It was beneath you. You even had to work nights because it was such a small department. The nights, the bad food, and the drinking we’re catching up to you.

I was never going to make it home without peeing my pants, so I decided to slip into the alley between the Biology and Psychiatry buildings. I was almost done when a vehicle pulled up and illuminated me with its lights…

I want to explore an angry mean man of the law who has given up on believing in his oath. Surrounded by rich entitled brats, shamed, he decides to take some of his frustration out on me. He takes me, degrades me, humiliates me.

And who would I tell? Who would believe me? And why would I text him a few days later? Why did what he did to me turn me on? Why do I want more?

My strict limits are scat, blood, underage, incest and smells

I think you can guess what my kinks are;)