/lit/ - Literature

I met her on a sunny afternoon. It was humid outside, hence my most important desire was to quelch my thirst, which I was planning on doing so. The streets were empty – or at least seemed so-. I felt like the only one outside, walking alone, beneath the scorching sun.

After a few minutes- wandering through the maze of the inner-city roads, I finally found my destination. I rang the doorbell, but before she buzzed me in, an old lady opened the door, letting me in. I reached the second floor, filled with adrenaline and teenage angst, I hesitated before her apartment door, but before I mustered the courage to knock on the door, the girl opened it, unveiling her face with its awkward smile. I greeted her, and hesitantly entered the place she was staying. A nice apartment, with closed curtains, brimming with a girly aroma, I would never take out of my mind. My eyes glaze over the girl, barely over eighteen, with an innocent face and a youthful body. She was wearing plain clothes, a black blouse, grey shorts, while her sandals unveiled her perfectly pedicured feet.

She led me to the bedroom. The room was well-kept, with a hand towel folded on a bed’s corner.
“Do you want me to pay you first?” I asked gracelessly.
She nodded affirmatively. I opened my usually empty wallet and gave her a few hundred euros. She placed the money on the bedside table. I looked at her, at for some seconds I found myself pondering how life would have been, if our circumstances were different.

She pointed at the towel and told me whether I would like to take a shower. Her English wasn’t great, but I found it quite charming. My gaze was glued on her hazel eyes, while my heart was losing a bit every time our eyes crossed.

Without responding I took the towel and moved to take a shower. The bathroom was clean, with the washing machine working next to the toilet. While I was showering, getting rid of the summer sweat, I wondered how many men had showered on the same place, mere minutes before the act.

I dried myself slowly, removing the water from my clean shaved chest. I opened the bathroom door, wearing only my underwear and my sneakers. I reached the bedroom, where the girl was waiting for me. She had already removed her blouse, wearing now only her bra and her underpants, and I was standing there silently, just gazing at her young body.
“What’s your name?” I asked, while the blood started flooding at my genitalia.
“Joana” she replied nonchalantly, with her cute accent, while removing her bra.
Joana, my sweet Joana, so many years have passed, but you are still, my sweet Joana.

>>17375122
People with dark triad personalities probably don't even need to read it. People who are empathic need it simply to defend themselves and to even grasp the concepts of these manipulations and power games in order to not be a complete doormat to power lusting psychopaths. This negroid is wrong, the real psychopaths would never tell you that this is their favorite book, otherwise their facade would be damaged, and they probably don't need it in the first place since they have collected practical experience their whole life.

What are some books for cozy feels?

>>15801126
on that list i have only read moby dick and blood meridian. i didn't enjoy them

>>15787138
sucks. i was really interested in your point of view but i suppose it is you whom is the disingenuous one

i didn't like moby dick, i just didn't find it enjoyable to read and i don't know why

>>15771624
how do i stop pacing

i didn't like moby dick

i liked it better when everyone i lived around was white and race was never a topic of discussion or thought. diversity truly is a curse

I want to get free engineering textbooks and become an engineer, where do I find many of these texts online for free? I also want to read Nietzsche.

is Nineteen Eighty-Four worth a read? It seems right down my alley desu lads