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

I (M43) have never been good at finding women and I have rarely been in relationships in my life. I am very lonely and sometimes that loneliness is so overwhelming it makes me feel like I'm going to go insane.<br><br>At the time, it was 2018, and I had just lost my job. Even after losing my job, I still received a decent amount of money every month because my job loss was due to a company-wide downsizing, and I guess the company felt bad that they had laid so many people off. So I still received my regular pay, plus full benefits, plus I also received unemployment benefits because my job loss wasn't my fault. I was pretty well off for a while. I knew my situation wasn't going to last forever so I wanted to enjoy it while I still could.<br><br>I was driving through my city one day when I saw this woman panhandling. She looked like she was probably in her 50s, but like most homeless people, she looked way older than she probably was. She just stood there at the intersection, held up a cardboard sign, and smiled slightly whenever someone gave her money. I gave her $10. She kind of caught my eye and I felt bad for her for some reason. I don't know, maybe I just wanted to help her or something. The next day I went to the same intersection, hoping to find her again. When I saw her, I felt happy for some reason. She recognized me and smiled when I gave her even more money than I gave her the day before.<br><br>I kept giving her money and eventually went beyond just giving her money. I took her out to dinner, bought her new clothes, and even paid for her to get her hair done. I felt like I had a purpose, which I hadn't felt in a long time. I took her out to nice places, like nice restaurants and to the movies. I even sent her home in an Uber one night because the weather was bad and she didn't want to walk.<br><br>I knew she was homeless the whole time, I could tell she didn't have anywhere to go. We would also talk about it. I asked her what her plans were and she had none, so I told her I would help her out for however long she needed. She was very grateful and would never stop thanking me.<br><br>Well, it finally got to the point where I wanted something in return. I wanted to fuck her. I didn't care if she was old or dirty or whatever. I also knew I was going to have to be subtle because I didn't want to make her feel like I was only doing this for sex. I took her to the movies one night and sat really close to her. We had an empty row of seats to ourselves and nobody was around us. I put my arm around her, and then I put my hand on her lap. She didn't react, so I figured she was okay with it. I started caressing her and then she started caressing me too and I could tell she wanted to fuck.<br><br>But here is the thing, reader. Homeless people do not live the way you and I do. She smelled bad, her teeth were bad, her skin was bad, and all types of things were wrong with her. When I first met her, I didn't notice these things because I had a few days in between our meetings and I would forget all about it. But when we were in the theater, my senses were overwhelmed. I couldn't handle it. I stopped caressing her, apologized, and then we just sat there watching the movie. She asked me to do it again and I did it for a little while, but I couldn't handle it.<br><br>A few days later I told her that I was going to get a hotel room and I wanted her to go with me. She said she would but under one condition: We were going to fuck. I went ahead and did it, but I regret it so much. It was like fuckin' a corpse. I can't even describe it. The smell was so bad. I tried to be nice and go through with it, but I ended up stopping and telling her I couldn't do it. She left the hotel and never wanted to see me again. I felt bad for a long time after that.