I'm sitting here in front of my computer, alone as usual. I pour myself another drink. I start to think. I'm on a sex fantasy website reading other peoples stories. I masturbate to take my mind off my problems. Since my wife left me five years ago my life took a turn for the worse. It's all that bitch's fault. She'll get hers in due time. In the meantime, I pour another drink and sit here in the dark.
I get up out of my seat and kick the dog. Damn dog ain't good for nothing. I don't even know why I keep him around. I look at the bills piling up on the table. Damn bill collectors, screw them all. I pour another drink and sit in the dark. In a while, the alcohol takes effect and I drink myself to sleep.
I wake up the next day and look around the room. Where is that damn bottle I think? I pour another drink then go scramble an egg for breakfast. I open a can of dog food and slop it into a dish.
"Here you go you good for nothin' dog." I say out loud.
I look around the room and pour another drink. I think if I should get the paper and try to find a job. Hell, no one is hiring anyway. I go over to my old chair and sit in front of my computer. I log on to the sex fantasy site. My mind wanders to another place, thanks to the alcohol and fantasies.
I think about the fantasy site. There are some fine looking women on this site. Nice girls. I try to remember the last time I had a woman, but I can't. I get up and go to the bathroom. On the way back, I walk past my kitchen table covered with bills. Damn bill collectors, I think. Fuck them all. Oh, they'll get theirs.
I sit in front of the fantasy site and my mind wanders. There are some nice girls on this site, that is for sure. Heck, some have even chatted with me. Most girls won't even look at me, and here are fine looking women from around the country chatting with me. I must be the man, I think to myself.
I pour another drink. I get an idea. I log off the fantasy site and create another screen name. Hmmm...I start to think. How about 'HotBody'. Yea, sure that sounds good. Heck, I'll even put up some picture I got out of a magazine. Nobody has to know what I really look like. I start to think if this will really work. But heck, it's a shot. A shot in the dark.
I take a break and make myself a sandwich. I pour another drink. I look around the room. I go back over to my chair. I log onto the sex fantasy site with my new screen name, 'HotBody'. 'HotBody', yea sounds good. I sit and I actually start to write a fantasy story. I can barely write my name, but what the heck. In an hour or so it is done. I post it and see what happens.
My story does not get good ratings, but what the heck. It might draw some female attention, if you know what I mean. That's all I care about. I know I can always make my ratings look better by giving other people's stories a 'one' rating. I do that a few times, about 220.
As I sit here drinking, I get a chat request. A member named 'FlowerGirl'. Well, if she wants to chat with me, I'm certainly game.
"What's up sweet lady?" I type, "I bet you're looking fine today."
I try a little sweet talk. It seems to work. She is smitten.
We continue to chat for a while, then she says she has to go. I give her a little more sweet talk, really pour on the charm sugar sweet.
The next day, 'FlowerGirl' wants to chat again with me. Must be my lucky day I think as I sip my whiskey.
"You are such a nice man." She types, "Is that really your picture?"
"You know it is baby." I type, "I used to be a Chippendale."
Yea, that should work I think. I pour out a bit more sweet talk.
"I know you like flowers." I write, "If I was your man I would bring you flowers every day. Then I would take the petals and spread them on the bed and we could make love all night."
"Oh, you are so romantic." She responds.
I take another shot of whiskey. Yea, I'm such a romantic guy. I'll show her. I try to come up with another fantasy story but I'm too drunk to think. I decide to copy someone else's and call it mine. Heck, these morons on the site won't notice I think.
I drink a bit more and then pass out for a while in the chair. In a couple of hours I wake up. 'FlowerGirl' wants to chat again.
"HotBody, someone is messing with your postings. Somehow one of my fantasies ended up attached to your screen name." She wrote.
"Ah, must be that damn site. They're a bunch of fuck-ups. You know that." I type back.
"Oh, I knew it couldn't be you. You are too nice of a man." She responds.
"You know it baby. I'm your HotBody man." I answer.
I get up and take another shot of whiskey. I look around the room. Damn bills piled up. Damn ex looking for child support. They can all go fuck themselves. They'll get it when I get it.
I take another drink. My mind starts to think. I get an idea. These lonely housewives got to be good for more than cheap thrills. Man, I am so good.
The next day I get a chat request from 'FlowerGirl'.
"How is my man today?" She wants to know.
"Your HotBody man ain't doing too good today." I type.
"Oh, what's the matter honey?" She asks.
"Oh, it's nothing I really want to bother your pretty little head about. It's really my problem." I start with the sweet talk. Kind of lay it on real thick.
"Oh honey, you know you can talk to me. I am always here for you." She types in a concerned way.
"Well, my ex-wife is trying to get me in trouble. She wants an additional two thousand dollars in child support or she says she will have me put in jail. I won't have the money for another month. I guess I'll just have to go to jail for a while." I type. Try to stab at her heartstrings real hard.
"Oh, honey. I'll see what I can do." She typed.
"You know I would do anything for you. I'm your HotBody man." I write.
"Yes, you are such a nice man."
I take another drink then get up and kick the dog just for the heck of it. I think this might actually work. These women are so naive, it's like taking candy from a baby.
I try to think of another story. Oh fuck it, I'll just copy someone else's again. I want 'FlowerGirl' to see how sweet and romantic I am. I'll post a real nice story, maybe even something she wrote. I do it, and then I sit around and give other people's stories a one rating for a while. I take another drink and fall asleep.
I wake up and look at the computer. 'FlowerGirl' wants to chat. Good, maybe she got my money I think.
"HotBody, someone been messing around with your postings again." She types.
"Must be this damn site. You know how screwed up these people are." I answer.
"Oh, I knew it couldn't be you. You are too nice of a man." She writes.
"You know it baby. One day you and me going to get together and do it on a bed of rose petals." More sweet-talk.
"Oh, you are so romantic. You are such a nice man." She types.
"Oh, you know it baby."
I get up and kick the dog then pour another drink. In a while I pass out. When I wake up later, I try to log onto the fantasy site.
I can't get on. Don't tell me those bastards figured me out I think. Them cock sucking mothers. I didn't even get my money. Them bastards.
Oh well. There are other sites. There are other vulnerable women out there just waiting for a sweet talking guy like me. Don't worry...I'll find you.
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