Hey folks,
This story can either be read from a male (incel) or [female [Fdom]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vr3jix/i_fucking_love_catfishing_pathetic_incel_men_fdom/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) perspective. Pick your poison.
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My fingers fly across the keyboard, eager to meet another like me in this cruel world.
**Celtrotify:** *Have you ever thought about looksmaxxing?*
**Betafish666:** *Plastic surgery isn’t an option rn cause $$$. Plus, I’m a heightcel. Nothing can change that.*
His response makes me chuckle.
**Celrotify:** *True, comrade. Short men are doomed. Lol. Hardcore blackpill over there. R we still meeting 2nite? At the tavern on Hill St.?*
**Betafish666**: *Bet.*
This is the first time I’ve met someone from the “community.” I’m trying not to get too excited but, knowing there’s someone out there who understands makes me feel less insane.
The rest of the day drags on until I finally find myself at the peeling paint of the old Flashy Cat Tavern. I’m surprised it’s still standing.
Cracking the door open, I peak my head in and see two withering drunks slumped over a pint, bumbling on about this-or-that. Scanning the room, my eyes catch on some Stacy-lookin’ goth thot. She smiles and beckons me to come over with her long black nails. Her glossy trench coat parts and briefly reveals an elegant fishnet-cladden thigh.