The world went black as I tied the mask behind my head, plunging me into a darkness where my other senses surged into overdrive. I could hear the distinct beep of a camera starting to record. "Bend over the table," a voice directed. I obeyed, gripping the edges of the small table, my soft curves pressing against the cold wood. I heard the rustle of a jar opening, and then the slick, cold sensation of lube against my skin. The first touch was intense—a firm pressure as a butt plug was worked inside me, followed by fingers stretching me open. I gasped, not from pain, but from a shocking wave of… Mehr lesen

I’m writing this with tears in my eyes and a pit in my stomach so big I feel like I might be sick. I don’t even know why I’m posting this publicly. Maybe because I’m too ashamed to tell my friends or my family back home. Maybe because if I keep it inside, I’m going to explode. Or maybe, just maybe, this will stop someone else from making the same mistake I did. It started three months ago, right around the time I realized my salary as a teacher wouldn't cover the hike in my rent. I was lonely, stressed, and scrolling through… Mehr lesen