Hey there, I'm Analia. I was born and raised in Bangalore, India. My parents were traditional people, so they always pushed me to focus on my studies and get a good job. But I had other plans.

I love going out with friends and having a drink or two (or ten). We usually hit up this bar near our place that's got an awesome vibe. The bartender knows us by name, and we always have the best time together.

One night, I met this guy who seemed really nice at first. He was charming, funny, and had a great smile. But little did I know, he had other plans for me. After a few drinks, he convinced me to follow him into the men's room. At first, I thought it was just a weird joke or something. But when we got inside... well, let's just say it wasn't funny anymore.

He started kissing me and touching me in places that made me feel uncomfortable. And then, before I knew it, he'd pulled out his friends and they were all on top of me, taking turns with me like a dirty animal. I tried to scream, but my voice was hoarse from drinking too much. It felt like an eternity, but eventually, they finished and left me lying there, feeling so broken and used.

After that night, things changed for me. I started going out more often, trying to get away from the pain of what happened. But it's hard to forget the smell of cum on my face, or how dirty I felt afterwards. And then there are the physical reminders - my sore asshole still throbs whenever I sit down wrong.

I know some people might say I'm a victim, but honestly? I don't feel like one anymore. What happened to me made me stronger. It taught me that life is short and we should enjoy every moment of it. So here I am, living life on my own terms, with no regrets. Want to grab a drink with me sometime and hear more about my story?