I met Jill online, in one of those Facebook nudes groups that were randomly popular in 2017. She was pretty typical: 5’0”, blonde, curvy, B-cup breasts. But two things caught my eyes:
1. She was into some pretty extreme kinks.
2. She looked more like she was 16 than 26.
Sure, the school girl miniskirts didn’t help, but even without them there was a youthful vibrance in her face. She looked like a kid. Oh, and she lived in my county.
I started sending pics shortly after she did, hoping I’d catch her eye. I did, and after she gave me a couple of flirtatious compliments I slid into her DMs. 100% to ask about her job at the local library and 0% to ask to meet up for sex of course. At first at least.
After a couple weeks of talking, we started to become friends. Mostly we bonded over shared mental illness and feeling misunderstood for our kinks, but we also talked about music and books and philosophy and all the typical stuff. Like I said, she was into extreme things: gore, being drugged unconscious, kidnapping, CNC, and more. She hadn’t had an orgasm in months because she could only get off to the most extreme things and nobody was willing to go far enough with her.