This is only a short preview of eight upcoming unusual stories that took place in Germany in 2023
(English-language version edited by neuroparenthetical)
"That's not true, is it?" I ask my friend Felix.
"Yes, it is!" he cheerfully confirms.
"And you really get paid for that?" I press. Who can blame me for being incredulous?
"Most of the time, yes."
"But there are callboys for that. Why do women need a special forum?"
"Callboys are standard. They come along, look good with their gym bodies, and, at best, can be empathetic about all the usual struggles and complaints -- or at least fake it -- but when a woman approaches them with SPECIAL requests, they often become insecure, confused, and insensitive. There's usually a lack of empathy or even potency."
"And there's a site on the internet where women can express their fantasies," I repeat, "which in turn have to be respected and fulfilled?" I'm asking Felix, again, yes, but also myself -- as in, why have I never heard of it?
"That's been my experience so far, yes"
"Surely it's flooded with all the usual horny men, though -- maybe even a worse sort than usual."
"Probably, yes, but that's not what matters. It depends on YOU being able to credibly convince the lady that YOU respect her fantasies, are discreet, and will only accept her financial contribution when she is 100% satisfied."
I decide to dig a little deeper. "And you haven't been on the 'normal' dating sites since then?"
"I still go to them occasionally," Felix says as he takes a sip of wine and leans back, "because sometimes you just want to have a nice chat with a woman who appeals to you visually and with whom you can have a good time next weekend or the weekend after."
"But surely you could do the same on this newly discovered platform?"
"Yes, but the choice of women is naturally smaller there. You are also less likely to meet a woman there who is both smart and entertaining and also your βtype,' physically. Moreover, every now and then, some women take breaks or time outs from their sexual fantasies and just want to have someone to hug and listen to them. That's not as rare as you might think."
"I can imagine," I reply dryly.
But I can't imagine going on a dating site looking for a shoulder to cry on. I just want to have some fun and, figuratively speaking, a nice-smelling date on the classic (free) platforms -- plus sex, of course.
"And how many dates have you had on this particular site?" I ask him.
"Not too many yet," is his answer. "I'm still in the process of familiarizing myself with all its ins and outs."
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Looking back, I had no idea at the time what was in store for me.
Let's skip ahead a year. I'm sitting at my desk, regarding the past 365 days, and I find myself filled with a spirit of optimism. My suitcase is packed, and I'm moving on -- to new frontiers.
Ever since I joined that forum that Felix so gleefully clued me in to, the two of us have always had a lot to talk about on Friday evenings. I've written a lot of it down; maybe that will motivate me to write a book about it when I'm older, even if it's just for my own entertainment. I submitted around eight stories on Literotica in 2023 as a kind of test balloon to see if my experiences would interest anyone other than myself.
I look outside, December, where a cold wind is blowing, my gaze wanders over to the monitor again... to a kind of table of contents: