Talking To Strangers Novels & Stories

As he was about to pay, I couldn't resist the temptation to strike up a conversation. I must admit that the thought of talking to him made me nervous. I mean, how could I possibly approach a complete stranger and strike up a conversation about his wife's lingerie preferences without sounding creepy? So, I decided to play it cool and observe him from a distance. I couldn't help but notice how meticulously he went through each lingerie piece, examining every lace detail, and checking the size charts. It was clear that he wanted to make sure his wife would be happy with the gift.

“That’s nice. But I should really—” “Wait.” His voice was firm, commanding enough to still my steps. “What’s your name?” “I don’t tell my name to strangers,” I muttered, turning away. But before I could move, his hand caught my arm. Startled, my feet tangled beneath me. I stumbled, bracing for the cold floor—but instead I collided with something hard, warm. My heartbeat roared in my ears.

I smile at her, hoping I sound like I am talking from my point of view and not that I know the truth about her. “It is strange, I forget that so many others around me are into this whole thing.” I laugh at her response. “You mean the lifestyle? It is strange I agree we all do it, we forget about others in the lifestyle as we are in our own in a sense.” She nods understanding, I am not too comfortable with this conversation, would she be talking to a total stranger like this right now? Clearly, she would, or is it just she feels safe around me, like before?

“Hey, the rules said no climbing on the fences.” As I say the words, she climbs down with an apologetic smile, then reaches through the fence to pet the pony's face. “Kids, huh? Not good at following rules, are they?” I jolt and glance up at the stranger talking with me. It's the man who’d been going out of his way to smile at me. I offer a weak smile before heading to Azura's side. “Who is that man?” Azura asks. “I have no idea, but we don’t talk to strangers, right?” I might as well use this as a learning opportunity to remind her of the dangers other people can pose on our lives.

How the hell am I not supposed to take it the wrong way? “Do you always ask girls that you saved from creeps at bus stations to follow you home?” I know I’ve asked the wrong thing this time when he flinches before answering. “Might be hard to believe but no, I don’t usually take strangers back to my home,” he speaks to me like he’s growing impatient. Well, I have all the time in the world because I currently do not have a destination. “Hello,” I say with a little sarcastic wave. “In case you forgot, I’m a stranger too.”

in all honesty it sounded even more ridiculous than what we had said about me and it made me seem like and even worse person than the previous scenario at least that one thing to make no sense. so I gradually allowed my voice to phone and I told her that we could talk about this somewhere else that we didn't need to discuss about our problems in front of a stranger and then still looking at me straight in my eyes she told me that the only stranger who was in the room with her was me.

He got his attention. He had heard a new neighbor shifted today. When Alex felt him looking at him, he looked at him. The young Man waved his hand towards Alex with a charming smile. “Hi, little Champ. Welcome to our neighborhood.” He held out his hand for a handshake but Alex didn't reciprocate it. “Mommy told me not to talk to strangers.” He explained, so that he doesn't think he's being rude. “Hmm.” He nodded his head in an understanding way and pulled back his hand and sat on his level to talk to him.

Actually the place seems to be a nest of happy creatures. A few hours passed, some of them Ross talked to but only about their job. I was waiting for one of them to introduce themselves to me, but they seem afraid to do it. There seems to be a fence between us that only they can see. Once I get close they automatically retreat but are ready to steal the opportunity to get close to me when they get the chance.

Madie was being nice. "You don't want it?" she asked, maybe they were waiting for her to say that they could have it. "You can have it." "Uhh..." the other guy just stared at her; his mouth parted. He didn't say anything. The other one cleared his throat and spoke "Do you not remember us, miss?" Madie tilted her head again, what? "No." She just remembered that she wasn't supposed to talk to strangers. Were they strangers? "Really? The other day? By the alleyway?" he asked again.

he countered, his amusement evident in his tone. This time, I couldn't help but laugh at his response. "I mean... seriously. You can confide in a stranger, share your burdens, and then they'll be gone, moving on with their lives without a second thought. If trust is your concern, a stranger can hardly gossip about someone they barely know. And I'm definitely not a bad stranger, I don't gossip." I chuckled in response.