[M4f] I know how he used you. I know that he made you like it. I know that you can't be open with your significant other.

(I want to play as your grandfater - I'm a dirty OLD man - and want you to play as my 18-30ish year old granddaughter that has bee "rode hard and put up wet")

It was ugly. Maybe there was a hospital visit, a restraining order - maybe a trial. You were legally able to consent - but he didn't ask for consent. It was harsh and he was the biggest incel in town.

And the horrible thing was the residual affect it had on you. You masturbate to your memories and then drink or drug the shame away. Only to do it again.

Your family ostracized you - you must have encouraged him somehow.

Your friends abandonned you.

Everybody but me. We talk. You've told me more than you ever told your therapist. It's not that I encourage you - but I accept you.

One day I ask you if it still arouses you - and then I asked if I could help you somehow - it started with just listening - you'd tell me the details with your head on my lap. And one day you saw the hint of a chubby - and I admited that your damage aroused me...and my hand went down your panty - asking you to tell me more.

You came to your shame again - but it wasn't your hand that made you cum this time. And we jumped into that rabbit hole - never wanting to come out again.

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Could that be you? Do you need acceptance? Do you need to cum to your shame for grampa?

I'm here sweetie.