When starting this blog, I had ideas of lay reports, connecting with like-minded men, and earning extra income.
The last thing I expected? Getting sex from my writing. But that’s just what happened.
Yup, I banged my first manosphere groupie.
I debated distilling the experience into a proper how-to post; The Complete Moron’s Guide To Banging Red Pill Groupies, With No Work!
But that’s been done.
I”ll try something different. Let’s hear HER story instead…
Sometime around May 2013 I stumbled upon Mario’s blog randomly. I had read “The Game” 6 months prior but had never actually encountered someone who practices it successfully. Reading these posts about his encounters intrigued me.
I wanted to know more, so I sent Mario a message. We got to talking and eventually exchanged anonymous information as he had to keep his identity private just in case ;) Eventually the anonymity was removed after a month or so of exchanging sexually charged emails. The minute I saw his real picture I wanted to fuck. Badly. Can’t really explain the attraction or willingness to share intimate information but we’ll chalk it up to his game.
Fast forward a few months. We’ve been sexting, talk about his current affairs and mine and on some level know each other and are friends that give advice. I had a trip planned that would have me traveling through the South for a few days and decided we should meet and more specifically we should fuck.
As the date was approaching for us to meet I had a moral dilemma as I was seeing someone semi-seriously here in California. And as a silly woman felt bad about going to fuck this random guy I met on the internet. So I canceled our hook up [but still went on my trip].
A few days later I arrived in Texas. I changed my mind and texted him.
Mario was hesitant and short with me at first, but then he agreed to meet.
One of his recent posts mentions having a girl work for you, not going out of your way to meet her or supplying alcohol or anything she may want, but you don’t. I was no exception to this rule:
Groupie: I’m in your city. Drink?
MF: I wasn’t planning on leaving tonight
Groupie: of course not introvert. Where do you live, I’ll see if its far from me.
MF: [redacted] lane
Groupie: OK, about an hour
MF: Don’t have any alcohol if you want to drink
Not gonna lie. I was a little bit annoyed because on some level I wanted him to work for me. Seven months of talking I didn’t expect him to treat me like a random girl off OKCupid! That didn’t stop me though.
An hour later I was at his house [with a bottle of wine] and already wet with anticipation. Our interaction was….awkward. I expected something entirely different based off of our emails about what we would do when we met. Pretty sure I ruined that by canceling and changing my mind at the last minute. After around twenty minutes or so of nervous conversation I said something to the affect of “Wondering how much longer we’re going to make small talk…”
That was all he needed.
Moments later I was naked on the couch, with his head between my legs. Pretty sure it took no more than five minutes for him to make me cum. After reading his sex book I wasn’t surprised and fully knew what to expect.
A few minutes later he was naked and it was my turn to please him. I’ve never had a man guide me so much when giving him head. Generally I’m pretty good at it on my own and always make a guy cum with no assistance. Apparently, he likes it his own way and guided all of my movements on his cock. Very strange to be led that way, but whatever works.
We moved upstairs and he rocked my fuckin’ world. Set me on the edge of the bed so he could stand while fucking me. His cock, while not the largest I’ve had, hit every spot perfectly. This guy knows what the fuck he is doing. Some mild choking and and deep thrusting and I was cumming in no time.
Somehow he has the ability to have an orgasm without cumming, I really need to get more info on this and wish every guy had this skill.
After a while of him fucking me on my back I had him flip me over, I cum the best doggy style. He did so eagerly and even remembered how much I love having the back of my neck bitten. I am getting horny right now just thinking about this part… He pulled me up by the throat and sunk his teeth into the back of my neck while shoving his cock deep inside me. Fuuuuck. Hottest and best orgasm ever from that.
After we finished up we laid around making some more small talk. Eventually I had to leave. After our interaction before fucking I didn’t feel like I should even attempt staying the night; even though I would’ve been happy to fuck several more times.
All in all, my encounter was satisfactory. As a game-aware woman I highly doubt any man can run game on me without me knowing exactly what is going on but I can say that if every [red pill writer] fucks like Mario I may be more willing to let one get through just for a night or two of good sex.
I wouldn’t have met her publicly for drinks. And I almost didn’t let her visit me at all. She’d aggravated me by changing plans.
But, damn, we’d been in touch for seven months. It seemed stupid to turn her away when she was in my town. So I let her come.
Yeah it was awkward at first. But I remember things slightly differently. I recall touching her fast. And, I DON’T remember getting an OK to proceed.
Whatever. That’s her recollection.
Was she the hottest girl I’ve ever banged?
But still quite attractive for a 29-year old white girl.
I’m not complaining.
Overall, the whole thing was clearly enjoyable for me.
I’m not the first – other red pill writers have slept with female readers. Just another reason to start a manosphere blog. Or cultivate red pill groupies, if you’re already blogging.
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