Girlfriend Remote Control: Girlfriend Remote Control

By Aiven Honest

A young man, who suffers everlasting failures in relations with the opposite sex, obtains a woman remote control. However, even after getting his hands on such a powerful tool, he soon realizes that it’s much more complicated...

Contains foul language. The text is highly recommended for readers over 18 years old. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Apr 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9781547575299

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A young man, who suffers everlasting failures in relations with the opposite sex, obtains a woman remote control. However, even after getting his hands on such a powerful tool, he soon realizes that it’s much more complicated...

The text is highly recommended for readers over 18 years old. Contains foul language.

Aiven Honest

From the Author

I. The Curtain Opens

1.As long as there is a story, there will be sorrow...

2.The Remote Control

3.The Rules of the Game

4.Level 0: Activation

5.Let's Begin. Level One

6.The Fish in the Aquarium

7.Level Two

8.A Woman's Design

II.Dreams do come true...

9.What Is Happiness?

10.What the Girlfriend Remote Control Can Do, but Max Can't

11.Kate's Fantasies

12.Does Love Exist?

13.Tits are good, but ...

14....Four Tits is better!

15.Sex Marathon. The Honey of theStranger Can Be Sweet

III. Everything Has Its Cost

16. Deactivation Cost

17. The Cost of Limitless Power

18.The Cost of Freedom

19.Max's Cost

20.Kate's Cost

IV.Epilogue

Aiven Honest

Girlfriend Remote Control

The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.

William Shakespeare

Oh, power with her gaze of Medusa! Who once looked into this face, he cannot take his eyes off: he remains enchanted and captivated. One has ever experienced the intoxicating pleasure of power and commandment, is unable to give it up.

Stefan Zweig.

From the Author

Due to my inability to regulate age restrictions, I have to warn that the text is not recommended for readers who are not yet 18 years old.

Other works of the author can be found or discussed using the following link:

https://medium.com/@Aiven

I. The Curtain Opens

1. As long as there is a story, there will be sorrow...

There is nothing like a tragedy, set in the comedy genre, about a nerd-lover trying to woo a beautiful girl, who is clearly out of his league. He is living in his subjective world. He overwhelms her with text messages, which he thinks are masterpieces of eloquence, calls to just ask how she's doing, makes attention-seeking pitiful posts on social media in the hope that she will see them.

Over time, without being appreciated, the pompous eloquence of messages is gradually replaced by short reprimands regarding loose morals of the object of his affections. However, even after this last accord, he might send another poem instead of an apology. It's possible that the poems will be really good, perhaps, even ordered from a familiar rhymer. And in response, he may receive a message similar to the following: Fuck you, asshole! I'm sick of you. This answer expresses the true reasons why they are not together in the most accurate and, most importantly, honest way. However, in our narrative there will be no rude girls...

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Kate was what a stray dog, like Max, saw as a top-notch juicy tenderloin in a glass display case of a deli shop. She was an unrealizable dream that could be taken by someone else at any moment. Imagine for a moment the wordless thoughts of a poor animal who will NEVER taste a delicious steak, being doomed only to contemplate how his dream is easily achieved by someone else. Unfair? Sad? And now try to use your imagination and imagine what this steak (ladies, please forgive the author for such a comparison), is experiencing under the annoying looks of the stray dog, unable not only to pay for it but even steal it.

Max was well aware that his intrusiveness deserves a strongly-worded treatment. He just wondered how patient Kate is, believing that this is due to either her bringing up or her training at the Conservatory of Music that didn't allow her to blow a fuse. She simply ignored his drunk and rude messages. Kate didn't have to say a word, when she wanted to get rid of someone. After all, each admirer already had an idea where he belongs.

Being a teenager, Max assessed what place he occupies in the social pyramid among males and concluded that not being able to rise above the Foundation, it'd be better to stop competing in this game. He retired to the realm of intelligence of his own free will, in fact, he escaped there, having received refuge among the books. For a while, he managed to only have illusions of a woman in his own mind. But sooner or later, some very real woman knocks out almost every nerd of his illusory world.

Max's first girl was an average looking divorcee from Tinder, who took up teaching a young student the science of sex. The first feeling of a real vagina was a revelation for him. Of course, it was not like what he had only dreamed of, but it was much nicer than a defrosted and raped chicken. He wrote poetry and gave chocolates to his first Dulcinea until he learned that he wasn't her only student. Then he had a relationship with one plain-looking colleague, being the only person from the whole staff to have wet dreams about her. But when it came to an intimate moment, all she did was groaning and moaning, trying to portray the young Madonna in bed, from which everything turned out dull and boring. During sex, she repeated how she wanted mini-Maxes, and, in the end, Max fled from her, changing jobs. For the next two years, except for a couple of prostitutes, he sadly jerked off until he was picked up by one pretty plus-sized Happy Hilda. It is very difficult to turn down a woman without making the enemy if she was the initiator. Max wouldn't do that. And he didn't regret. She was very talented in sex. There are people who have a musical ear or money instinct, and there are those who only by their presence in bed are able to make a partner shake in the convulsions of lust. She had nice smooth skin that always smelled good. The only Hilda's drawback was that she screwed the brains out for days on end as if she experienced incessant PMS.

Basically, that wraps up his limited experience. The only additional instance happened when a former classmate invited him to his birthday party, where to Max's great surprise, some inebriated girl kissed him and even allowed him to touch her chest once through a thick sweater. Max thought that she did it just out of boredom and due to the fact that it was dark. All suitable candidates for this type of activities were taken. So he met Kate, who once again forced him to play by the rules of the male pyramid.

After that incident, Max had been taken her to the movies, cafes, and even restaurants for the next several months. But this whole time Kate never allowed to kiss herself, except on the cheek. A while ago, one friend of Max, who he was helping to fix a computer at her house, told him before he left, that's the problem of the nerds is not that they are ditched because they are nerds, but because they don't initiate anything.

After a few months of wooing Kate, already quite desperate, Max invited her to go with him to Egypt and rent a luxurious room for two. At his expense, of course. He hoped to take out a loan, because the fresh graduate student had just as much money as the balls of a castrated Sphinx cat.

Max, we are just friends, she told him condescendingly quietly.

We can do our 'friend' stuff there, Max tried to be witty while getting cramps in his stomach from despair and humiliation.

Max ... I started seeing someone.

And yesterday's alpha male, who at least once to a limited extent had access to the female's body, turned into a philosopher, banging on a computer keyboard and having access only to his own body in addition to the Valerian root extract. In this world, someone eats steak, and someone just looks at them pitifully.

The next day, pulling his balls deeper, he began to dial up his friends to get a dose of sedative treatment: She's not worth it. Or: She'll come crawling back soon. However, illusions are no less harmful than drugs. A week passed, then another, and no one has crawled back for some reason. Moreover, no one replied to the text about the forgotten valuable disk with classical music. Each time, hearing long unanswered beeps, Max's heart was pounding in panic, and the imagination drew stories that would make the leading writers from the Private Media Group or even from Vivid Entertainment ashamed. Kate also played a part in these plots, but not with Max, which made them more like an obsessive neurotic movie that cannot be turned off.

His friends were less likely to pick up the phone, trying to avoid the drama talk. In their eyes, the issue should have been settled long ago. It was obvious: she's a bitch, therefore there is nothing to worry about. When all of Max's friends finally had enough of his penile revelations, he found himself all alone.

At that moment, Max wondered, if he would want to deal with a man like himself and realized that this type of a companion would only be good for to getting drunk and talking about the unfairness of this world. Around the same time, he got involved in something. Every evening after work, where he lingered, trying to distract himself from good but painful memories, Max went straight to a skeezy bar. He got drunk there, then drove home to wake up with a wild hangover, and then for an excruciatingly long day at work tried to write a code, for which he was paid at the rates of medium-class programmers.

Perhaps, he would long ago ruin his kidneys, indulging in the mental suffering, if one of these evenings, he didn't meet a strange guy that sat down next to him at the bar. They got drunk together, and as always, Max poured his heart out, finding appreciative ears.

Ugh, I wish there was a pill to get rid of all love problems, he finished his story and for a minute contemplated, blanked out, looking past his companion, who was still primarily a listener.

There's another remedy. It's even better, he suddenly broke the silence.

And the stranger told him an intriguing story. He said that he turned to a certain company, which guaranteed one hundred percent success in love affairs. Based on his words, he used the services of this company, which helped him to get his beautiful wife back in just a month, and now she does not care about money and fulfills all his desires at the snap of a finger.

Is that right? All desires? with a drunken squint, asked Max, waving cigarette smoke away from the eyes.

Absolutely everything! Any desires, the stranger busily tilted his head, returning to a beer mug.

Max shook his head, listening to the pseudo macho's fantasy stories, born of beer bubbles. But then, as if to prove the immodest story of a stranger, a very beautiful girl ran up to them. Looking at the narrator and not paying any attention to Max, she began to cry: Boris, there you are! I looked everywhere for you. You don't answer your phone, and I am worried! Let's go home, dear! I'll make us dinner. Boris looked lazily at his wife, who was smiling nervously, looking into his eyes. I owe you an erotic massage, added the girl, playfully biting her lip.

Judging by her behavior, the erotic massage and more could be done right in the bar, if only Boris always remained HER Boris. She had a plea in her eyes. Meanwhile, Boris squeezed out a