Inescapable

I am an Asian girl who grew up on a ranch. As you can imagine I stick out. I lived with my grandparents. In my teen years I was having an affair with our neighbor who ran a farm. I don’t think either of us gave it much thought, lots of open land with not many people around. His daughters were all out of the house, his wife always working in the city. It was exhilarating, exhausting, exciting. He was borderline an exhibitionist. If he was in the mood he would find a way to yank my panties down didn’t matter who was around. It didn’t help that he was handsome, scruffy and strong, I folded always. I knew the things he was whispering in my ears were nonsense. I knew I was just “tight Asian pussy” for him to get off by. I thought I could get away, I went to college got a bf. Lied about my past so that I would be looked at as innocent. Thought I could start over, it didn’t last long. We crossed paths on a night out, he was with friends drinking. He Introduced himself as my godfather. I was flooding in between my legs, all my memories came back. I was nervous, he saw it. Asked my bf if he could speak to me privately outside. He left me with a picture of us he had in his car. Told me to make up a weird excuse and stuffed a note in my bra. I almost cried, I had to act like nothing happened all night. After dinner I read the note in the bathroom. It read: “Cassie I’m divorced, and I need you now. Come home tonight”. I asked my bf to drop me off at my grandparents. I wanted to feel in control, I sucked him off and rode him in the car in front of our house. I knew my so called Godfather was watching, I texted him. He was watching from his window. After sex he sped off, didn’t even bother waiting till I was inside. When my phone rang, I was already pinned to the bedsheets with my legs open in the wrong house. It was clear to me what the real definition of a man was. I’m eloped with my godfather, I was always his.