Started writing some soft stuff in my spare time, website in bio if you like this kind of short stories. I’d love to see people’s opinions, good or bad.
Matt got into his morning routine at 8am as per usual. He wasn’t enthusiastic about starting the day though. He’d recently broken up with his partner of 5 years. They had strong feelings for one another but she’d moved to Australia and the distance tore them apart.
It wasn’t all doom and gloom for Matt however, he was doing well in his job in London. He’d joined HSBC 4 years ago and was climbing up the ladder at a healthy pace. He has managed to move into a comfortable living situation, renting an apartment in one of London’s safest neighbourhoods. He felt it was pointless living in a nice apartment by himself though.
Since it’s a Saturday, he had the day off and lied on his couch right after his shower. He flicked through channels, not finding interest in anything. He felt horrific. He eventually settled on a random comedy tv show, hoping it’d lift his spirits. Hours passed by, he’d managed to make himself a simple cheese and tomato sandwich in between his TV binging.
He’s not much of a drinker or smoker, but since he was alone on a Saturday evening, he was tempted to smoke hookah. He lived nearby some lounges and contemplated going by himself. By 5pm he finally got up from his couch and put a pair of jeans on.
The hookah lounge was a 10 minute walk from his apartment. He was apprehensive about going into the lounge alone, but he pushed himself to do so. The fresh air he welcomed on his walk provided him with some much needed positive energy.
The lounge was half empty, there were a few people spread across the couches as Turkish music was being played for the fellow smokers. He ordered himself a simple mint hookah and sat in the corner of the room.
The tobacco eased his negative headspace, he finally stopped thinking about his ex and was enjoying his own company. The lounge got more crowded as the evening reached around 7pm. An extravagant looking Moroccan woman walked into the lounge. She had long black hair and her cheeks glittered because of her makeup. Matt had a quick glance but avoided making eye contact. He instead turned his attention to the TV which was showing the football. The woman walked past several filled seats and her footsteps started getting louder near Matt. He looked up to see her smiling at him.
“This place is quite packed, do you mind if I sit with you?”
Matt was enjoying his own company but found the woman too attractive to say no to. She took a seat across from him and there was some awkwardness for a few minutes. None of them spoke and she was scrolling through her phone. Eventually, one of the Turkish staff members arrived with her hookah pipe to break the tension.
“What’s your name” asked the woman
“Matt, how about you?”
“Fatima” she replied
This broke the ice and they slipped seamlessly into a free flowing conversation. Fatima told him about how she’d moved from France a year ago, while Matt told her about what he does for a living.
An hour and a half passed by and Matt decided to return home.
“It’s a shame you’re leaving so soon, I’m enjoying your company” said the woman in a flirty manner.
Matt felt his heart race, he still had feelings for his ex but he was very much interested in this woman.
“I have some frozen pizza at my place, care to join?”
The woman agreed and they set off. Matt was very excited, he felt sexually turned on and couldn’t wait to take her home.
As they got closer to the apartment complex, the woman took a glance around the posh area. Matt entered the security code to get past the silver gate to enter the building.
Matt tried to continue some small talk but Fatima seemed distracted as she was busy texting someone on her phone.
They finally got to his studio and it was as extravagant as she expected, marble floor, marble countertop, marble everything. Matt took her coat like a gentleman and made her feel welcome.
Fatima was wearing a pink shirt with black leather pants. She walked around the studio observing everything.
“Would you like some tea or snacks?” asked Matt.
“My snack is right here,” replied Fatima. She pushed Matt onto a wall and caressed her hands on his face. She smiled at him before leaning in for a kiss. They enjoyed each other’s lips for a few seconds before Fatima excused herself to the washroom.
Matt was surprised at the pace the evenings took but was loving every second of it. He sat on his bed eagerly waiting for her to come out. Fatima meanwhile was in the bathroom back on her phone texting her friend. She texted her friend the address where she is along with the words “bring a suitcase”. She went through her purse and took out a cloth and a white liquid. She poured some onto the cloth and put it in her back pocket. Her phone buzzed with a reply from her friend. “I’m still at work, you’ll need to stall for an hour or so. Fatima then applied some lipstick before taking her shirt off. She walked out the washroom calmly, her breasts were well visible and Matt couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“You look stunning babes”
Fatima smiled and pounced right onto him. They made out with great intensity, neither looked like they wanted to stop even after 20 minutes. She laid on top of him, keeping him under control like she wanted. Fatima eventually stopped to check the time. She saw a missed call and text from her friend saying she’s got off work and will be there in 10 minutes.
“Everything okay?” asked Matt?
“It will be,” she replied” She hugged him tightly before taking the cloth from her back pocket and holding it against his mouth. Matt tried to scream but passed out fairly quickly.
Fatima immediately called her friend.
“He’s out cold, you got the suitcase with you?”
“Yea but how will I get past security?”
“I remembered the code, its 6748”
“Cool, see you in two minutes.”
Fatima’s friend Sarah, knocked on the door and she was quickly allowed in.
“I’ve already collected all the electronics, there’s jewellery in that wardrobe, empty it fast!.” Instructed Fatima.
Sarah went through a collection of luxury chains and watches. She put them all in the suitcase and zipped it. They had to be fast as Matt could regain consciousness any minute.
“Okay I think we’ve got enough, let’s go” whispered Sarah”
At this point Matt was slowly waking up but was very groggy, he had a massive headache and couldn’t muster up any words. Fatima kissed him on the cheek and left with the valuables along with Sarah.
Matt realised he’s been robbed and his adrenaline kicked in. He sprang out of bed to look out the window only to see the two women rushing into a car speeding away. He wanted to call the police but his phone had been stolen too. He was too embarrassed to tell neighbours and instead just continued looking out the window, in a state of disbelief.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12w5gx1/matts_miserable_month