lovelove416
Member
- Dec 10, 2025
- 14
TW: cocsa/everything you can think of
When I was twelve I knew a guy online. He knew my age. He was fifteen at the time. It was just after my neighbor died from a train accident. My neighbor was a young child and I barely knew him. I regretted spending all my time inside. Never truly getting to know him. I was almost struck by that same train before in the same scenario, walking to school. So why was it him and not me? He deserved life so much more.
My family life was dysfunctional, not abusive, but not ideal. Socially and academically autism ruined my life. Quiet internal tragedy. So that boy I met online felt like a miracle and a curse. He's the first person I felt I truly fell in love with.
He was a serial sexual abuser online. A complete pervert and outcast. He was infamous on the platform. I was crazy for texting him knowing that. For some reason he was just appealing. He immediately responded when I contacted him, talked to me constantly, I was used to dirty talk from my classmates. So his controversial "humor" was normal to me. I was reluctant of course. But he promised he wouldn't hurt me. We were friends.
It wasn't long before I face revealed to him and asked if he wanted more. He was ecstatic but I took my statement back. Furious, he told me I was an ugly bitch for leading him on. So I took off my shirt and sent him an pic. He demanded no bra in the photo. I did as he asked. He asked for different poses. Told me how beautiful and attractive I was. Sent me a photo of his...member. Told me he felt up my photo. Sent me audio of him pissing. Of his poop. Of his bare bottom. Asked me questions about defecation and peeing. Asked to see me do it. I got mad at him but he told me if I kept talking like that he'd show his member again. Most of our relationship was back and forth arguments.
So I told my cousin and we created a server to hate bomb him with our army of other kids. He was furious. My cousin eventually told my aunt who told my dad. Who called the cops. Who couldn't arrest him because he was a minor. I did an interview with the police. Of course, despite my parents trying to stop me. I continued to contact him in various ways. The photos ended, but we were still in an nonconsensual to dubiously consensual relationship. Classmates found out and whispered his name in my ear. Tormented me. So I stopped school entirely and left town. Did online and stayed inside isolated from the world till highschool, doing nothing but indulge in porn and texting him. I was addicted to him, and I hated him with the malice of none other. When one day...he got banned. Poof, gone forever. No way to contact him. Despite everything he did, I want him back. Even years years years later I still think about him. I look up his profile and look at the deleted account. Why...why did I have to lose him? I want him back. My life is horrible.
When I was twelve I knew a guy online. He knew my age. He was fifteen at the time. It was just after my neighbor died from a train accident. My neighbor was a young child and I barely knew him. I regretted spending all my time inside. Never truly getting to know him. I was almost struck by that same train before in the same scenario, walking to school. So why was it him and not me? He deserved life so much more.
My family life was dysfunctional, not abusive, but not ideal. Socially and academically autism ruined my life. Quiet internal tragedy. So that boy I met online felt like a miracle and a curse. He's the first person I felt I truly fell in love with.
He was a serial sexual abuser online. A complete pervert and outcast. He was infamous on the platform. I was crazy for texting him knowing that. For some reason he was just appealing. He immediately responded when I contacted him, talked to me constantly, I was used to dirty talk from my classmates. So his controversial "humor" was normal to me. I was reluctant of course. But he promised he wouldn't hurt me. We were friends.
It wasn't long before I face revealed to him and asked if he wanted more. He was ecstatic but I took my statement back. Furious, he told me I was an ugly bitch for leading him on. So I took off my shirt and sent him an pic. He demanded no bra in the photo. I did as he asked. He asked for different poses. Told me how beautiful and attractive I was. Sent me a photo of his...member. Told me he felt up my photo. Sent me audio of him pissing. Of his poop. Of his bare bottom. Asked me questions about defecation and peeing. Asked to see me do it. I got mad at him but he told me if I kept talking like that he'd show his member again. Most of our relationship was back and forth arguments.
So I told my cousin and we created a server to hate bomb him with our army of other kids. He was furious. My cousin eventually told my aunt who told my dad. Who called the cops. Who couldn't arrest him because he was a minor. I did an interview with the police. Of course, despite my parents trying to stop me. I continued to contact him in various ways. The photos ended, but we were still in an nonconsensual to dubiously consensual relationship. Classmates found out and whispered his name in my ear. Tormented me. So I stopped school entirely and left town. Did online and stayed inside isolated from the world till highschool, doing nothing but indulge in porn and texting him. I was addicted to him, and I hated him with the malice of none other. When one day...he got banned. Poof, gone forever. No way to contact him. Despite everything he did, I want him back. Even years years years later I still think about him. I look up his profile and look at the deleted account. Why...why did I have to lose him? I want him back. My life is horrible.