Talking To Strangers Novels & Stories

He shook his head. “Cole, I prefer to avoid personal conversation.” “That’s not personal; it’s just conversation. Personal would be: Have you ever been in love? or What’s the thing you’ll always regret?” Oh shit. Cole shouldn’t have had that second glass of champagne. “I just mean…I’m a stranger. I’m not going to tell anybody and even if I did, it wouldn’t matter because you’ll never see me again. I’m nobody. I’m safe.”

“To tell you frankly, I am just here for sex. Nothing more.” His eyebrows raised. “Yeah, me too...” “So, I guess we can have the pleasure we want without knowing each other. I don’t attach myself to anyone.” “So, what should I call you?” Luther asked. “You can use an endearment, Mr. Stranger. Don’t make my name one of your problems.”

It feels like something hitted me, even though I know it's coming. "Being used by others is the worst thing a person could experience. No one wants to be played. We desire for someone that will reciprocate our worth, " I stated. Elder said that we shouldn't talk to someone we don't know, or simply mean, don't talk to strangers. But as we grew up, we realized, letting go of our feelings by telling it to other people is much better, it'll help us to be free. And that's what I'm doing.

He leaned against the door frame, and I let out a sigh of relief, ready to leave the awkwardness that was dancing around us. “Don’t like meeting new people?” he asked, noticing my actions. I shook my head, staring at the floor. “Well, there are only seven of us. It won’t be that hard.” He joked again, but I could only offer him a tight-lipped smile in return. Talking to strangers for the first time has always been difficult for me… unless I was drunk, of course.

Fear boiling in the pits of my stomach. “What is your name?” A heavy voice asked, raising the hair behind my neck. “My parents taught me never to talk to strangers.” “ You have good parents, but didn’t they tell you it’s not nice to stare?” I didn’t bother answering, I got up and started walking away.

He's still talking. "... I'm trying to choose my words carefully, because... well... even though we've met in the way we have, through a sex-chat site... I'm very conscious that I'm a stranger to you and I'm trying to, er, get to the core of things without scaring you off or weirding you out." I suck my cheeks in against a smile. "You think you might weird me out? Ryan, believe me, you're not in the running for that." "I'm not? I wasn't sure. I've never done anything quite like this before... Do you do this a lot?"

"Sometimes talking about it helps. If you want to share, I'm here to listen." I glanced at him, my eyes still clouded with tears. I didn't know this person, and opening up wasn't something I felt ready for. "I don't even know you. Why would I tell you anything?" He nodded understandingly and said, "Fair enough. I'll leave you alone then. Do you live around here? I am to meet up with my friend at a specific coffee shop, but I seem not to know the way there." I took a deep breath, trying to settle myself as the stranger asked about the coffee shop. The conversation had taken an unexpected turn, and I found myself briefly distracted from my own emotional turmoil.

My breathing hitched as his eyes dig a hole in mine. I realized that I didn't know this man at all. He was just a random person who happened to be sitting next to me at the bar. Embarrassment crept over me as I realized how much I had been pouring my heart out to him. How my mouth choose to blabber to a stranger. Great Olivia. Just Great. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude," I said, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. The stranger just smiled and said, "No need to apologize, it happens to the best of us. Sometimes, it's easier to talk to a stranger than someone we know."

, I whispered in a low tone. “Did you say something?” “No,” I shook my head. “You know, sometimes, talking to strangers is much easier because they don’t really judge you. Or even if they do, we don’t really care about it. So, in short, you can talk to me.”, he suggested. I looked at him with teary eyes and wiped the tears which rolled out of them. “I’m a good listener, you know.”

If this man right here got killed after I left, my underwear would be one of the reason I would be a prime suspect. Fucking a stranger and losing an underwear. Damn it.