The Wolf was an extremely attractive 23-year-old Mexican girl. Around five feet tall, she looked like a perfect little Latina sex doll – with a little Asian mixed in. Exotic and intoxicating. Creamy pale skin and long, thick black hair. Deep black eyes and thick, pouty red dick-sucking lips. A killer ass, with a tight young body toned from long hours in the gym.
We met at work. At that time, I was living with a different woman. Of course, that relationship ended not long after the Wolf and I began fucking.
We had insane chemistry. The sex was crazy, amazing. The best I’d ever had up to that point in my life. She’d suck my cock at lunchtime, in her car and in conference rooms. I literally put my job at risk over my lust for her. She was also my introduction to hard rough sex. She loved porn-style facials and anal. She let me do ass-to-mouth. I routinely slapped and choked her during coitus. She loved it. It was a massive turn on for us both.
She’d routinely do my laundry and clean for me. Cook breakfast, iron my clothes, and then help me get dressed for work. Then I’d stand in front of her fully clothed while she suck my cock naked.
Men openly stared at her. They’d approached her while we were together – it happened all the time. I realized later that it was all her; she put off a “come fuck me” vibe that men found irresistible. She also got into fist fights with other women.
Yeah, she was a bad girl.
But despite her slutty ways, the Wolf was a highly intelligent woman. She had a business degree and we had great conversations about finance and literature.
She was also a manipulative and unfaithful liar. She began stealing from me – things started going missing. I couldn’t prove it, but suspected she was giving them to other men.
Then I went beta, let my emotions get the best of me.
I hacked her phone one night while she was asleep in my bed. Found a filthy email to her ex-boyfriend about her “missing his cock in her ass.”
I saw red and lost it.
Smashed her phone to pieces. Dragged her out of bed and threw her outside naked, except for her panties. It was January. I locked the door and left her outside for a while.
Slowly gathered up her clothes in the bedroom.
Then I opened the front door and threw her clothes into her face. She got dressed shivering in the cold. She tried to leave, but her car keys were inside. So I let her back in, but kept her keys so she couldn’t leave.
She crawled back into my bed and went to sleep.
The next morning she was stiff and angry.
I made her fuck me again before letting her leave.
Despite that drama, our relationship dragged on for several more months.I won’t write about everything here, but believe me when I say things got progressively worse.
Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. My relationship with the Wolf was becoming dangerous to our health. My family began urging me to end it. They were right.
We broke up.
I never saw her again.
But I knew I needed help. I needed game.
I started looking online. I found the forums. I discovered the ‘Manosphere.’
I swallowed the Red Pill and never looked back.
That was a tough story for me to tell.
See, I blame myself. I’d been with many women by this point in my life – should have known better.
But, to be fair, this all happened before I took the Red Pill.
Either way, I was entirely unprepared for what happened. I had no business being in a relationship with her. She was one-night stand material at best. But I made that classic beta mistake – equating beauty with goodness & morality. I paid dearly for my stupidity.
She tested me harshly and brought out the absolute worst in me.
Dating the Wolf was a good thing, valuable experience.
She forced me to acknowledge some uncomfortable truths, and ultimately pushed me towards the red pill.
And that’s a good thing.
Total Cost: Unknown
Time Spent: Way Too Much
Lesson Learned: Beautiful women can be rotten inside; don’t be fooled by a pretty face.
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