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Lady of the Night- N - Humiliation Kink Fanatic, Nightmare Pt.2

  • Writer: tootsie roll
    tootsie roll
  • Sep 7
  • 2 min read

Updated: Sep 9

Once again I used a hookup app, was scrolling, saw the most handsome man on the fucking app he looked jacked, tall, handsome, and like he was posing like a fucking comic superhero nice af, I get into contact with him super excited, he brings me snacks, I tell him my rule, and we agree to meet at my place.


I met him he looks so bad compared to his pictures. I want to kill myself. I should've cancelled hanging out, but he brought me my snacks, so I agreed. We talked a lot of awkward silence, and he was understanding, and he seemed decent enough.


But then...

We started to get foul, we started kissing, making out, and then we started undressing tell me why this man had those disgusting toe socks where is the gun to shoot myself because I still messed around, oh btw another key detail I became a freak during this time and not only did I moan so much into his ear as he touched me but I scratched the fuck out of his back, and I did it to most of these men, they loved the fact that I would scratch them all over their backs.


I miss this era, lowkey being a hoe, and never giving them the satisfaction of letting them fuck me.


But then..

During this portion, it was fun until it wasn't. He decided that us not having sex was not okay, and he kept saying he would have to stop himself or he would fuck me, and he tried to insert it into me after I said no, and he got extremely possessive, asking questions he had no right to ask, whether or not I was messing around with other people even though we were casual but anyways blocked him, oh the part I tend to forget to protect whatever sanity I have left.


He tried to slap me as a form of sexual pleasure, but he never asked if I wanted to be okay with that, and that is why that asshole can go fuck himself, gross piece of shit with the audacity of a teenage boy to be disrespectful.

 
 
 

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