Lonely Nights at Work

I work the night shift in a quiet office building, and there are days when I feel so utterly alone. The city sleeps while I'm awake, and it’s like being trapped in a bubble where everyone else's lives go on without me. One night, a coworker who also works late was going through some rough times at home and I felt compelled to offer him comfort. We ended up talking about our fantasies and desires, which led to something neither of us expected. I revealed my switchiness, how sometimes I want to be taken care of like a little one, while other times I enjoy being the caregiver. He listened intently but didn't seem phased by it. As we talked more, he confessed similar feelings. That night, after hours when everyone else was gone, we explored these dynamics together in the empty office. It wasn’t anything overtly sexual at first; just holding hands and speaking softly to each other as if we were children having a secret game of pretend. It felt oddly reassuring but also incredibly sad, this shared moment of intimacy in such an isolated place only made me feel more alone when I had to leave and return home to my empty apartment.