I Lured a Homeless Woman to My House, Hoping To Fuck Her

Back in 2015, I was a lurker on a Facebook group in my area where people would give away items they didn't want for free. One night a young homeless woman posted in the group, saying she was currently living on the streets with her dog and needed a tent, a sleeping bag, and some other items. She said she was also looking for a job, but hadn't found one yet. I saw her post, and I immediately started fantasizing about bringing her to my house to "help her out," and then trying to convince her to sleep with me. I've always been ashamed to admit it, but the idea of having sex with a homeless woman really turned me on. I know this was absolutely pathetic and disrespectful, and I'm not trying to make excuses for my behavior.<br><br>I commented on her post, saying I had most of the items she needed, and I'd be happy to bring them to her. She asked me to text her instead of messaging through Facebook. We texted, and I agreed to meet her at the park with the stuff. She also said she was looking for a job, so I made up a lie about my friend needing a babysitter, and asked her if she was interested. She said she was, and we made plans for her to come to my house a few days later to meet my friend's "daughter." Of course, there was no friend or daughter. It was all a setup so I could try to manipulate her into having sex with me. I remember feeling very nervous but also excited at the possibility of manipulating this vulnerable woman into my bed.<br><br>When we met at the park, I brought her the supplies she had asked for, as well as some extra things like food. We talked for a while, and she seemed very nice; she had been homeless for a few months, and was still looking for work. I remember feeling conflicting emotions. I genuinely felt bad for her, and wanted to help her, but at the same time, I still hoped I could convince her to sleep with me. She thanked me for everything, and said she would see me in a couple of days at my house.<br><br>The day she came over, I was nervous. I still remember her expression when she walked into my bedroom, and saw there was no little girl there. A combination of confusion, fear, and disappointment crossed her face, and I realized at that moment how fucked up this had all been. I admit, my first thought was that this was my last chance to convince her to sleep with me, and then I could just kick her out. But something about her expression made me stop and think about what I had done. I had seen a vulnerable woman in need of help, and I tried to use that to my advantage and manipulate her into sex. How could I possibly live with myself if she said yes, and I got what I wanted? How would I feel if someone had done that to my sister, or mother, or daughter? The guilt and shame hit me all at once. I realized there was no way I could do this. I immediately apologized, and told her the truth. I said I wasn't actually going to get her a job, it was all a lie to get her to come to my house and try to manipulate her into sex. She seemed shocked by my apology, and asked why I had told her the truth, since I still could have gone through with my plan. I said that the guilt was eating me alive, and I couldn't go through with it. She forgave me, and ended up staying at my house for a few weeks. We ended up sleeping together on the last night before she moved out, but it was 100% consensual, and she even thanked me for being transparent with her when I confessed the truth. She's not homeless anymore. She's doing better, and we're still friends. Not a proud moment for me, but it taught me an important lesson. If you see someone in need of help, help them. If you see someone in need of help and think you can manipulate them for personal gain, re-examine your life, and the choices you're making.