A father is supposed to protect their little princess. To teach her that no man is good enough for her. He’s supposed to be the example of everything that is good and strong that she should be looking for in someone to spend her life with.

But I didn’t have that growing up. I didn’t have someone to guide me, to show me proper love. I didn’t have someone to show me, through the loving way he treated my mother, how a woman should be treated

While some girls grew up in middle and upper class homes with big pink rooms full of everything one could want, I grew up in a small dingy trailer in a trailer park.

To me the men who would visit like the landlord, or the mechanic, were just people coming to say hi to my mom.

But as I got older I began to realize what they were doing. The moans, the slaps, the mixture of pleasure and pain.

I shouldn’t have known what it was. I shouldn’t have grown up that way. But I did. And I grew up broken. I didn’t know I should be loved and appreciated. I just assumed I was meant to be used and degraded by any class and attractiveness level of man since the men who did use my mom were never Prince Charming.

And so here I am, 19, living in the same trailer I always had, with no job prospects, a high school drop out, a goth.

Who are you? How did we meet? What do you want from an emotionally and socially broken young woman such as myself?

My kinks include non and dub con, age gaps, size gaps, rough and degrading sex, throat fucking, choking, slapping, hair pulling, name calling, clothing control and so much more

My limits are underage, scat, blood, incest, smells, smoking

I only play in PM’s, no chats