Please be a literate, detail driven sort of writer who's comfortable with paragraph plus type of writing that, I hope, trends towards a longer term type of affair. Also, don't send chats, I won't see them. Send direct messages and if we do develop something long term, I'm more than happy to move to Discord, I'd just sooner not do it right this second.

Prompt-

I guess I should start at the front, yeah? My name's Rebeka and, thank God, I turned eighteen a few months ago, blah-blah-blah. I'd be leaving for college soon, leaving my family, my friends, my church, my volunteer groups and the conservative, Southern Georgia life I'd lived up until now. You know the type, no dating, no boys. No drinking, no....well, I mean it could be fun. But that's all not what's important here. You mattered more than anything.

We'd dated, sort of, before you left for college. You weren't my type, or better yet, you weren't my parents type. Two years older, a little reckless and a bit of a problem child. You surely, certainly didn't go to church, except for the one time you'd come with me, hungover and half asleep. I'd loved it, of course. Maybe that's when I fell in love with you? Regardless, you left. I stayed. And then you came back for a summer, the same ol' boy but so much sharper. Harder. More experienced. More dangerous. So, so, so much more attractive and all of the moving on I thought I'd done died in a single, arrogant little grin.

My parents forbid it, of course, and I did my best. I really, really did. I had so much more going on for me and, logically, I didn't need you. I was better than that. This. Whatever it was.

That died under the same careless half-smirk you wore so well and well, of course I came to the party at the river, and of course I bought a new swim-suit that clung to slender, svelte curves and promised pale, pert cleavage. Black against smooth, soft skin made a striking contrast and the suit left so much of my long, languid frame on lazy display. Crossfit and soccer worked wonders, really. Needless to say, it was under a white v-necked tee-shirt and a low-slung pair of ripped and tattered jean shorts, but it was a step towards rebellion, at least. Sure, I'd had a few beers, maybe some shots but I was fine.

Was I? I wasn't smart enough to leave, that's for sure, and I found myself staring up, slate-blue eyes wide and latched entirely on your's. My breath caught and I couldn't shake a nagging doubt but your hand did away with that as it slunk along my hip and began arching it's way closer, closer to my ass. "I missed you, Rebeka. Really, I did..." I didn't want to believe you, but I did. I bought the lie and I beamed, dimples flaring along a tentative, timid smile. "We should go back to my place babe, you look so fuckin' good."

I should have said no. Some part of me knew that, I just didn't. I couldn't.

((Long-winded rant over! On a basic level, a Christian girl, innocent, naive and gullible, convinces herself she loves the bad boy, the mistake she shouldn't have ever made. Needless to say, he's oh-so-willing to take advantage of that and drag her down a path of sin, depravity and abusive sex.))

Limits - feet, scat, diapers, tickling, excessive body-hair and people who are written as intentionally unclean or unhygienic.

Kinks - anal, first time anal, painful anal, praise, verbal abuse, abusive partners, inexperience on my part, slut-shaming, sadism, sexual abuse, cum-play, extreme throat use, potential pregnancy, internal cum-shots, facials, slapping, hair-pulling, public sex, corruption, alcohol use, lingerie and so much more!