[F4M] Literate Story About a Trailer Trash Boy and a Rich Girl

[Everything is up for interpretation, I just like writing in second person!]

You weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth. You were more accustomed to the taste of some cheap whisky your mama rubbed on your gums than any silver. Trash. That’s what you were. Trash that lived in a trailer on the wrong side of the tracks, working two jobs just to keep the damn thing. You had to work for everything in your life, nothing was given freely, except, maybe the occasionally opened legs of some girl you found in a bar. Still, despite having what people would call an “unenviable” life, you didn’t mind it. You got home, you worked on your truck til it was dark, and once the only light in the yard were fireflies, you would retire into your “house” for a quick wank and a beer. It was simple and clean… Until it wasn’t.

You worked as a pool boy during the summer. Your clients were rich pricks that had too much money but too little time and their wives who maybe wanted a little eye candy. It was easy work and you usually liked to be outside when it was hot rather than the muggy garage you worked at. If you were lucky, maybe the trophy wife would invite you in for a lemonade with the promise of something more. You were indifferent to being used by someone mainly to get back at their husbands, but you were thankful for the AC. Money and to a lesser extent, rich older pussy, was what you did it for, and that never failed to come, so every summer you returned to that demeaning job.

The Delaurier’s were a new client, moving into one of your old client’s house’s a few months ago. It seemed like any other job. Mr. Delaurier was a busy man who was never home, and his wife had a stick so far up her ass you were sure she wouldn’t let you anywhere near it. So when you walked into the yard and saw a young woman, you were a little surprised, but not entirely. It wasn’t uncommon for there to be children of the clients, especially daughters, but you vowed to stay away from that whole mess. Wives could keep secrets, daughters couldn’t.

The young woman was your age, and probably the most stereotypical rich girl you had ever seen. Yet, as she lounged on the pool chair, you couldn’t help but notice her looks struck you. There was this innate curiosity that bloomed in your chest as your eyes looked down to hers. She was wearing the smallest little bikini, almost sheer.

“Hey!” Your eyes shot back up, almost dropping the bucket you were holding. Caught, you hated to admit you were becoming a little red. “Dad say’s you can leave as soon as you’re done, and he wants you to be done quick.” She looked into your eyes, you heard indifference, but you saw something akin to the curiosity you felt flash in her eyes. “Say’s he doesn’t want any funny business.” She chuckled, a teasing lilt in her voice before lying back down. You knew at that moment. You were fucked.

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Anyways! I am Selkie, a 26-year-old woman. I have been writing for a while now, and I am confident enough to write a truly intriguing story with someone who shares the same passion. I am literate to semi-literate and write mostly in the third person; I am looking for a multi-paragraph writer. I hope you like what you see and send me a message.

My kinks: romance, rough sex, gentle sex, BDSM, teasing, anal/anal play, dom/sub, dirty talk, light humiliation, body worship, sloppy sex, taboo relationships, corruption, noncon/dubcon, height difference (right now I like a shorter man and taller woman) so much more, but I can’t name them right now.

My Limits: underage, scat, snuff, beast, hyper, I am pretty open, but if you want to do something that you think might be extreme, just run it by me first.

Please send a chat with an introduction and a writing sample.