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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 found 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. But 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 goal is my body... but I can't refuse... No, no, stop... I'm a woman who gets excited despite what he says. His brother was also a genuine playboy and used to women. My younger brother made a move on me while I was sleeping next to him. Even though we're brothers, our personalities and the way we treat women are so different... I thought to myself, reveling in 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. He made me secretly give him a blow job at a bar, and we had a threesome in the office late at night... Being treated roughly, like an object, like a sex toy, was just right for me.