Not everyone wants to be treated nicely. Being treated roughly is just right for me. The right age for marriage... or so they say. My friends around me are getting married one after another... I need to settle down too... Until now, I've only been with trashy men. I've been toyed with and suffered a lot. I felt empty somewhere. For the first time in my life, I got a 'normal boyfriend' who was kind, serious, and devoted to me. He was the stable boyfriend I had always wanted... but it was supposed to be. When I actually started dating a normal man, I felt unstimulated and unsatisfied... I felt uncomfortable somehow... I couldn't show my true self... but I desperately tried to convince myself that this was okay. But it was no use. My cheating trashy ex-boyfriend called me out, and I could have refused, but I went anyway. Maybe somewhere deep down I was hoping to be held. His purpose is my body... I know that, but I can't refuse... No, no, stop... Contrary to what he says, I'm a woman who gets excited. His older brother was also a genuine playboy and used to women. He made a move on me next to my younger brother who was sleeping. Even though we are brothers, our personalities and the way we treat women are so different... I was intoxicated by the situation where I must not be found out. In the end, my affair with my brother was discovered and I was dumped, so I ended up having a relationship with a promiscuous coworker from work who kept coming on to me. I was made to secretly give him a blowjob at a bar, and had a threesome in the office late at night... I was just right when I was treated roughly, like an object, like a sex toy.