Autumn Nights (futa/female)

Alrighty, let me start off by stating that this is my first story that I've written, unless you count a story that I made completely based off of the music video for Flobot's song "Handlebars". But, that's a different topic entirely and was like 6 years ago. So, needless to say, this is going to be pretty rough with grammar, punctuation, and formatting; plus, I have no idea how good the actual story is. I know usually when two people talk, the each go into a separate paragraph, but I hadn't done that all the time here, since usually it's just one sentence, and pretty minor. I did all the proofreading for this myself, on like 3-4 different days, yet the entirety of it was written in like 3 hours. So any mistakes people catch would be greatly appreciated if they'd be noted, and any suggestions are welcomed. Any critiques about flow, details, etc. are important to me, since I'd like to grow better as a writer, especially since I plan a part 2 to this, and would like that to be as mistake free as possible. :)

Anyway, here are the tags for this portion:

Romance, futa x female, anal (very little and not how you may expect)

There's not a lot of sex in this one (at least by my standards), but the next part would be pretty much nothing but that. I have no idea when it will be posted, since proofreading kicks my ass by boring me to death (lol). If you enjoy the story, let me know. Any tips will be appreciated.

Also, I have no idea how to indent the first lines of the paragraphs (or if it's even possible), so I said screw it.

And here I am again spending another night within my room. Being eighteen, and completely unaware of the direction I wanted to take in life led me to remain home with my parents. This of course brings some consequences with it, just like what I went through earlier today. And so here I sit, staring out the window, still trying to decipher the mental gymnastics my mother… no, the woman who dares to call herself my mother, Rachel, had pulled earlier that day, trying to convince me with her subtle, passive-aggressive comments that my parent’s financial troubles were solely due to me and that I was lucky to be there. While I don’t necessarily believe it to be completely true, it always feels like her words have some sense of truth to them, even when I know deep down that they truly do not. So, moods like this always end up being a side effect of her rants, leaving me to just hide away in my room, looking out the window, contemplating almost everything about my life. Something about these autumn nights always calms me down, though. Knowing that it was a cool and breezy night outside, but sitting in a warm room while looking at the golden leaves littering the ground always brings me a sense of serenity. Golden leaves, those are one thing I can never look at the same. Ever since Kristina recited that poem to me, telling me that’s how I make her feel, I always get struck by a