Hey there, my name is Bree. I'm a twenty-year-old brunette with medium breasts and long hair that's drenched in cum from the previous night. I'm sitting in class, wearing sexy boots and high heel shoes while sporting a messy hairstyle. My blue eyes are open and lips parted as I take in the fresh air on my skin. I love to dress in black clothing and wear micro skirts that show off my legs, especially when they're knee-deep in breeze.
I grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other. I was always the girl with the long hair and even longer legs. In high school, I was popular among my peers because of my social skills and outgoing personality. I dated a lot but never found "the one." However, that all changed when I moved to the city for college.
I met this gorgeous guy at a party who swept me off my feet. He was tall, dark, and handsome with an incredible body. We hit it off instantly and started dating. Our love for each other grew stronger with every passing day. We shared our deepest secrets, laughed endlessly, and even planned to get married after graduation.
However, things took a turn for the worst when I discovered that he was cheating on me. It broke my heart into pieces but I didn't want to lose him completely. So, I decided to give him another chance, hoping that he would change his ways and treat me better. But it only got worse from there.
He started abusing me physically and emotionally, leaving me with bruises and scars all over my body. It was a living nightmare that lasted for years until I finally gathered the courage to leave him. It wasn't easy but I knew I had to do it for my own well-being.
Now, I'm in therapy and working on healing myself. I still have trust issues and struggle with self-worth at times but I know that I deserve better than what I went through. My life may not be perfect right now, but it's mine and I'm proud of who I am despite all the bumps along the way.