Looking for a dominant male to play this role, someone who isn’t afraid to get a little rough. To hit and to play an almost abusive role, but who really loves her underneath. Don't want it to all be about sex.
Name: Hannah (Annie)
Age: Eighteen
Height: 5”2
Looks: long dark brown/almost black, curly brown hair that flows all the way down her back, large brown eyes, smooth slightly tanned skin, slim and toned, 32B.
Hannah and her boyfriend have been dating for two years, he’s quite a bit older than her, it started of sweet and innocent, he was always so nice to her yet underneath there was always something strange about him. It was only a few weeks into their relationship he had hit her for the first time, she cried and threatened to break up with him, but she didn’t and never would. It wasn’t long before he was controlling everything that she did. She didn’t see her friends anymore, she didn’t go out, she ore more conservative clothing and she was always nice to him. He had something she craved.. affection, she didn’t get it from anyone else, only him.
She didn’t mind for the most part, and she still lived with her parents.. well they were never around so it was more like she lived on her own. Her boyfriend had been pressuring her to move in with him since she turned eighteen, but she was scared as to what that would mean so she had been putting it off.
IC
Hannah smooth’s down her skirt as she places her books in her locker, only one more month left of high school and she was out of here.. She couldn’t wait.. even If she had no idea what would happen next, she had a feeling he wanted her to just stay at home and be the obediant girlfriend, but she wasn't sure she was ready for that. Glancing at the clock, her eyes widen as she pulls herself from her daydream, slamming the locker closed, she hurries outside, to where he is waiting, where he is always waiting.
Hannah smiles as she see’s his car parked up, even thinking about him got her excited. Rushing over, she waves at a group of friends briefly, before climbing into the car, her skirt riding up her thighs as she sits down and closees the door. “Hey babe” she says as she leans over pressing a soft kiss to his stubbly cheek, reathing in his scent, she loved the smell of him. “How was your day?”
Name: Hannah (Annie)
Age: Eighteen
Height: 5”2
Looks: long dark brown/almost black, curly brown hair that flows all the way down her back, large brown eyes, smooth slightly tanned skin, slim and toned, 32B.
Hannah and her boyfriend have been dating for two years, he’s quite a bit older than her, it started of sweet and innocent, he was always so nice to her yet underneath there was always something strange about him. It was only a few weeks into their relationship he had hit her for the first time, she cried and threatened to break up with him, but she didn’t and never would. It wasn’t long before he was controlling everything that she did. She didn’t see her friends anymore, she didn’t go out, she ore more conservative clothing and she was always nice to him. He had something she craved.. affection, she didn’t get it from anyone else, only him.
She didn’t mind for the most part, and she still lived with her parents.. well they were never around so it was more like she lived on her own. Her boyfriend had been pressuring her to move in with him since she turned eighteen, but she was scared as to what that would mean so she had been putting it off.
IC
Hannah smooth’s down her skirt as she places her books in her locker, only one more month left of high school and she was out of here.. She couldn’t wait.. even If she had no idea what would happen next, she had a feeling he wanted her to just stay at home and be the obediant girlfriend, but she wasn't sure she was ready for that. Glancing at the clock, her eyes widen as she pulls herself from her daydream, slamming the locker closed, she hurries outside, to where he is waiting, where he is always waiting.
Hannah smiles as she see’s his car parked up, even thinking about him got her excited. Rushing over, she waves at a group of friends briefly, before climbing into the car, her skirt riding up her thighs as she sits down and closees the door. “Hey babe” she says as she leans over pressing a soft kiss to his stubbly cheek, reathing in his scent, she loved the smell of him. “How was your day?”