I sat at the local coffee-shop, looking over some e-mails on my laptop while I ran my fingers across my eyebrows, trying to surpress an upcoming headache. That headache that I was very familiar with, but hadn't really felt in a long time. A headache I've been dealing with through so many years since my little boy turned 6 and up. The headache of a worried mom, who's son is being pushed around, bullied while having the feeling that you're helpless.

I wouldn't call my son a frail kid. He wasn't the strongest, more of a thinker. Which I guess made him an easy target.

The headache had been gone for a year or two, it stopped just around when he finished highschool and moved to college.

'Now! Now he's finally gone and above those dickheads' I had thought to myself as he probably had a bright future in engineering or programming. But little did I know it would continue. He was an easy target, somehow a person people was drawn to bully it seemed. He had somehow grown used to it, but it still kinda hurt me as I could see it on the bruises and on his mood. I would never really admit that it got to me, even if he could see my face turn slightly red as I had confronted him last night. He lived at my place as he hadn't really gotten around to find his own place. And the new bruises on his arm was very clear to me, there was a new bully. After a dinner I casually asked him about it, he admitted that he had been pushed around and after a while mentioned this guys name. He just blurted it out as I don't think it was intentional.

And now I saw here, staring blankly at the screen of my surface book. I should be reading mails for work, but instead I couldn't stop thinking about the name. I had looked it up on the internet and found the dorm-room mentioned. I knew exactly where to find this guy.

I went to yoga this morning, hoped it would help me relax. It kinda did, for a short while, but the headache was quickly back right after.

I let out a deep sigh, realising I wouldn't get around to read e-mails here anyways. My coffee was still half-full and getting could as I stand up and pick up my light blue yoga-mat. Wearing a loose sweater and yoga-leggings that clinged tightly to my legs I swung my bag on my back and headed out.

A quick visit at the dorm wouldn't hurt, I could just check out this boy, I didn't have to say anything.. Just tell him I was at the wrong place.

And so I walked there, found the room '138' and knocked on the door. A little to passionately as I almost turned my knuckles red.

Take a deep breath, maybe he isn't even home.

My heart was racing.

Hello DPP! Looking for a partner for a *classic and I guess fan favorite RP here. I started this last night but was ghosted on, so here I am looking for someone else to play it out with.*

I prefer 1st person. Can be short- or long-term.

My limits are scat, gore, snuff, underaged and bestiality.

I'm *very** open to some humiliation, degredation, dub-con, anal, pee, cock-worship.*

I'm on an EU time-schedule.

Hit me up if you're interested! I only reply to reddit PM's, and please, if you write an interesting headline your post has a higher chance of catching my attention! ^^ Looking forward to it!