You're a cute, petite emo chick. You're 18 but still a junior, and on the verge of flunking out for good. It's not because you're stupid. You're actually very intelligent. Not that any of those dumb fucks would ever notice. It's because you hate school. You hate all those prissy bitches, those fucking dick-obsessed assholes, and those teachers who ignore you because you're not worth their time. You've probably been abused by your stepfather. You're definitely being pimped out by your stepbrother on the school's baseball field at night. You're bitter and looking for any chance to lash out, to take revenge on the world, to be thought of as anything other than a dumb slut, to be seen and heard. You would never admit it, but you want desperately to be loved. If that means that a guy tells you you're beautiful while he's fucking your ass, chokes you until you pass out, and then cums on your face, well, maybe that's what love is. You've never had anyone show you anything better.

Me? I'm nobody special. Just your average, aging divorcee caretaking over a quiet empty nest in a residential suburban neighborhood. I just celebrated my 50th birthday, alone. Both my daughters forgot to call, too busy with college or their new families too remember my special day. I get it. I distract myself from my depression by playing games on my phone, rabbit hole porn and JO marathons, and going to the gym. Sure, I'm mainly there to look at asses in spandex, but there are side benefits, too. I look and feel better than I have in 20 years. But then, what's the point if I'm all alone? Sometimes when I'm bored of my distractions and the real world pushes in on my bubble, I sigh heavily, thinking about how much love I still have to give, and yeah, how horny I am.

I find you passed out on the baseball field early one morning. You look like a fallen angel, but, you know, with you panties down around your knees and spattered with cum. I try to help you but you tell me to fuck off. I can't quite get you out of my head, though. I find you again a few days later, but this time you're bruised and look to have been badly choked. You reluctantly, agility allow me to help you this time. I take you to breakfast. You're willing to let "some old perv" do that, at least. We talk at breakfast, and I realize that if you don't get out of the situation you're in, you'll probably be dead in less than a decade. I offer to let you stay with me if you agree to get your GED.

That's how it starts. I have a few ideas of things I'd like to happen from there, but the short version is that we end up changing each other's lives. I show you what positive attention and real affection (love?) are, and you show me a whole world of pleasure and link I didn't know existed. Obviously it's a slow burn as you tease and entice me, because fucking is all you know about relationships with men, while I struggle to resist your charms. There will be flare ups of fire as I fantasize about you and you continue to sneak out to the baseball field at night.

Kinks: lingerie, teasing, dirty talk, domination, switch, rough sex, oral, pussy worship, cock worship, group sex, anal/assplay, light bondage, spanking, hair pulling, cum play, throating.

Limits: kids, animals, bodily fluids, humiliation You can be a woman of any age as long as you are articulate, imaginative, and patient.