Looking back at the night we met at that house party, I realize that I’ve made a mistake that I’m all to familiar with. I’ve led you to believe that I was genuinely interested in you as a person. In my drunken haze we had talked all throughout the night. You told me about your family, your work, your interests, your escapades with our mutual friends. Me being the polite idiot I am I was unable to escape from the conversation and kept asking more questions that led you down irrelevant tangents and made you elaborate on benign details.

All this went long enough for you to develop sympathy for whatever you were projecting into this hollow shell of a man I was being and ended with us exchanging phone numbers. Since then, you’d texted me every day, sometimes multiple times in a row, to which I only replied with short questions or reactions. The idea was to get you to lose interest, but it only seemed to get you to pursue me more. We ended up hanging out a couple of times, but I realized that none of your jokes were funny, none of your stories interesting, and none of your thoughts original. Why couldn’t I just bring myself to tell you the truth: that I’m simply not interested in you.

It all culminated one night I was hanging out at home by myself, about to watch a movie, as I see your message pop up.

“Heyyy, what are you up to?”

I was wondering if I should reply at all, expecting that you’d wanna hang out and ruin my only night for myself.

Another buzz. “I’m all alone tonight. Let’s have some drinks together!”

10 minutes pass before the next buzz. “I’m on my way over to yours to pick you up.”

This was my cue to get active. “Hey, sorry don’t feel like hanging out tonight” I respond.

“Are you sure? You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

“Nah, I have an idea, and I’m good.”

Three dots appear on my phone and minutes pass before the next message appears on my screen.

“Can I please at least give you head?”

I sigh and get a little aroused at your persistence, so I just type out “fine” and send it.

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Hey everyone, looking to do a roleplay where a girl with low self-esteem falls in love with this douchebag character that barely acknowledges her and ends up just using her for her mouth. Any character preferences and stylistic changes are open for discussion!

Kinks: Oral, free-use, degradation/humiliation, cumplay, body worship, watersports, hair pulling, free-use. Feel free to add more

Limits: scat, blood, underage, non-con