thehandthatleads01: manipulationfascinated1: Is this really what you wanted to be after you finished
thehandthatleads01: manipulationfascinated1: Is this really what you wanted to be after you finished High School? If she even finished High School She never imagined this would be her life. She had been raised to be a proper lady, to be respectable. The thing is, it always felt like there was something missing. As if there was some part of her that was going unfulfilled, no matter how hard she tried. Class, homework, sports, her part time job, church responsibilities… On and on and on, until her schedule was full to bursting. Her parents told her that being busy now was important. They insisted that she had to build her resume early to get in to a good college. And if she didn’t get into a good school she wouldn’t get a good job, and her entire life would be ruined.It was all a little overwhelming, the pressure building week after week, making her more miserable by the day. It was no wonder that she craved a release. She found that release hiding right between her legs, late one night feeling burned out and mindlessly scrolling on her phone. The image she saw was… Degrading. Horrible. Sexist. Misogynistic. It was also inexplicably hot. She felt a need she had never known before, and with a little exploration soon found herself rubbing her sensitive little button between her legs as she scrolled further. Some part of her told her that it was wrong, but it felt so fucking good that it didn’t matter. It felt so… right. She felt electric, alive in a way she had never experienced.From that day on her eyes were opened and she needed more. Always more. Sexier, sluttier, more depraved, the deeper she went the better it felt. Slowly porn took over more and more of her life, her other responsibilities falling away. It didn’t take long before her first fuck, and again she learned something about herself she hadn’t known. She needed cock, she needed to be filled. He didn’t last, but he was only the first of a long line of partners. Always chasing the images she saw online, feeling better the more she let go of her morals and embraced her inner slut.And now her she was, dressed like a shameless whore and without a care in the word beyond convincing a new man to use her for the night. Or maybe a few. It wasn’t what she ever dreamed, but it was everything she needed -- source link