So I (Male, 21, KHHV) started working this overnight job that I will not detail, but it essentially lets me work with almost exclusively women.Albeit most if not all are ethnic, so it’s like a dating sim. Even better is that I took the overnight shifts, which puts you and a girl in one house, alone, for basically an entire night. Nothing to do. No real work.I started working with this one girl, we’ll call Nagatoro, who immediately seemed to be the chatty type, popular and all. Day shifts are a three-man job so I originally met her around my first day with just me, her, and one other guy at the time.There are maybe three other guys at my location constantly and one is a subhuman, so the other two are the only real competition.Later down the line we’d end up working a night shift together by pure chance.Now I am an incel through-and-through. I literally have a hat glued to the top of my head that hides Norwood reaper, etc., but for some reason, because we’re in a dark house alone and essentially on two opposite living room couches with our own smuggled blankets over our heads (we obviously aren’t supposed to sleep at work, but it’s a house and night shifts have no real work till morning), I was able to talk relatively comfortably with Nagatoro.She couldn’t see my face or expressions, and I almost felt like a neurotypical. It was amazing at first.The more night shifts we’d work, the more we’d talk almost all night. Sometimes we’d talk so much the client we’re taking care of would wake early in the morning and we’d have to make them breakfast without a wink of sleep between us. She has college to attend as well. I do too but I skip all my classes.Anyway, one day, maybe after a few night shifts, some things happen and we end up having a particularly sultry conversation. I obviously read a shit-ton of dark psychology and erotic writing so I knew what to say (1).
>>35082575Can you stop posting romance stories from your Chinese cartoons?
>>35082595All of this unironically happened anon.
>>35082575Maybe if you stop defining yourself as a neurodivergent incel autist you will stop acting like one.Mind over matter.
>>35082575I knew exactly what to say. Sometimes, my own IRL skills surprised me. Keep in mind, I'd literally never had experience with women, something I'd obviously lie about. In her mind, I was a flirty guy with tons of experience, something I thought girls liked. Strangely, Nagatoro seemed upset by that fake fact. Good.After the particularly edgy conversation, she asked me to buy her two coffees in exchange for a "kiss." Half of me thought she was joking, but I was horny anyways. I regret all of this, by the way.After my shift, I bought her one drink and drove back to give it to her. She was still clocked in after oversleeping a shift she'd promised to cover. Without the darkness and blankets, I now had to stand across from a real woman in broad daylight, something that took every fiber of my being not to act weird about. (2)
>>35082668I leaned in, and my cock almost hardened. Nagatoro usually wore casual layers for religious reasons, but apparently lived a double life. Her pictures showed her in a red-and-black miniskirt, with wide hips, thick thighs, and massive breasts. One of her girlfriends was even kissing her. She said she hadn’t fucked at the party and seemed disappointed I’d declined her earlier invitation. Despite everything, she seemed relatively inexperienced.Something nearly overtook me, and I proposed a hug. I hesitated on an ass-grab, resulting in an awkward, incel-coded side hug with her coworker nearby and the client just inside.I walked off like a post-game gone bad, pissed and contemplating. Back in my mother’s car, which I share, I texted her what I was thinking. I was desperate and horny, replaying her pictures and all the sultry shit she’d said over the preceding weeks.Somehow, she agreed to come back out. This time, I risked it all. I returned to the garage, shut the doors, and kissed her. I groped her ass and kissed her neck, only pulling away when she repeatedly whispered that we’d get caught.Afterward, I ignored her texts in shock and regret. She thought I was being nonchalant, which I think spurred her on. In reality, I was nervous and had no idea what the fuck to say. (3)
>>35082668Not even a full week later, last night, I worked another night shift with her. Long story short, after some talking and watching her stupid Netflix shows, she ended up on top of me, kissing me again. It was the first time I’d felt the weight of a woman, and it was the hottest thing.She kept saying I was too aggressive, but we’d previously dared each other to down energy drinks, so I couldn’t help myself. Anyways, I groped practically every bit of her ass and body, even through all her clothes and layers. I wanted her to give me head so badly in that moment.She’d always stop short, though, saying I needed to be in a relationship with her first. I told her I basically couldn’t do that. We’d have a sour conversation, but she’d still spend the night flirting with me. She touched my cock through my pants, I kissed her periodically throughout the night, and everything happened short of skin-to-skin contact.The issue is that I don’t really want a relationship with her. I hate having standards put on me, and she’s a self-proclaimed misandrist. My brain is too cynical to care about things like that.I also have no independence. I still live with family and share a car at 21. She does too, so I don’t even know how that would work. Sounds like a headache.I just hope that next time we work together, which will most likely be soon, she finally caves and gives me head. I don’t know. It makes “work” fun, but I’m already waiting for the whole thing to backfire somehow.I regret everything, yet I can’t stop. (4)
>>35082575I know that feel. I am ugly, awkward, dysgenic, short (5'9), very thin sparse hair w/ male pattern baldness thinning temples+crown, a weird doughy face, awful side profile, buffalo hump, socially retarded, gay nasally voice, caveman like brow ridge, big bulbous nose, saggy belly and back skin from losing weight, thick legs, not had a genuine friend since high school, unable to have conversations because I don't participate in normie activities like sportsball, current events, and drinking. And still, despite all this, there is a few girls at work that have obvious crushes on me. I don't get it either.Unfortunately, I am way too socially retarded to do anything about it, and I get nervous easily, sometimes turning beet red or stumbling on words, so I mostly just ignore them.
from the fact you prefer to write novella about it instead of banging that chick on the couch i infer that youre in fact a homo
>>35083200Would you get into a relationship to bang just to get post-nut clarity? A philosophical question.
>>35082670Good erotica. Exciting.
>>35083620You'd probably want to bang before there's any discussion of commitment.
>>35083635Dumb erotica and probably AI slop
