So I have two pieces to share with you. One, a field report from a recent encounter, and the second, a tragic story of a brother lost.

So, I posted a field report recently about my recent swallowing of TRP and two remarkable sexual encounters that beta-me would have NEVER found himself in.

One was a gangbang, 4 dudes on 1 Miss Slut-USA candidate, who's boyfriend I had met earlier that night. The other, an engaged woman 6 weeks away from her wedding, on her bachelorette trip in New Orleans.

Beta me would have stopped the gang-bang, and white-knighted the girl, because she had been drinking. And being on the pedestal, I couldn't let her do anything that would make her seem NOT a princess! But she literally begged for multiple cocks in her. BEGGED. I'm a nice guy with nice friends; we obliged.

Beta-me might have shot down the bride-to-be (and even post-TRP me initially felt bad), out of respect for marriage and the whole "bros-before-hoes" shit). But again, she frantically pulled out my cock and stuffed it inside of her.

The point is, when I got home from both of those experiences, I sat in silence for a minute and asked: "Who's fucking life am I living?!"

Well, this weekend I had yet another moment after bedding a woman who I had thought a lesbian for the past year.

My roommate and I had a party for his birthday. We have a nice house in suburbia, and had about 20-30 people over. One of whom is a friend of his who I had met occasionally, who he had told me was 100% lesbian.

This girl is very cute, skinny and feminine.. and I always questioned whether she was really gay or gay out of circumstance.

So, I noticed some beta bro hitting on her, and her trying to escape him.

As she brushed him off I commented to her "I see you have a new boyfriend, he seems like a nice guy."

She returned with a laugh and said "Guys do that all the time, but they don't understand that 90% of the time it won't happen."

That was a weird thing, so I just said "So you're saying there's a chance?" implying something between she and I. She just laughed and said "Maybe".

There was another girl at the party I was talking to, who I had spent most of my attention on, but when she left, I found the lesbian girl and I had to press further on this new information I gathered. So I started asking if she was Bi, to which she said yes. Then I started finding out more, and she basically admitted that she was gay out of a severe repression from her parents (hardcore christians who forbade her from having contact with guys), and while she had sexual attraction to women, she preferred men.

So I pressed further, and basically described a lot of my own qualities and said "I bet you like X", to which she generally agreed. After the party started to die down, I told her she was too drunk to drive and that she ought to stay, to which she agreed. I decided to show her the guest bed, where I led her and started things off.

It was a matter of milliseconds before her hand was on my cock. This poor girl told me she hadn't been with a guy for 2 years.. she was aching for it. But not before an excellent blowjob was given. I fucked her for a good 15 minutes, then passed out with her cuddled up on me like any other girl. I woke up the next morning and she was gone.

Haven't seen or talked to her since. Later, my roommate came into my room and asked "Did you fuck lesbian chick?!" I told him "Yea.. I'm pretty sure she's not a lesbian." That girl was cock-hungry.

What's the field report in this? How does it pertain to TRP? Honestly I don't really know. All I can think is how she had been commenting about my gain in size since going to the gym regularly, and I think my general willingness to ask her about her sexuality. I think part of it is that I didn't think sex was on the table AT ALL until about 20 minutes before it happened.

What a fucking experience. Within 2 hours of finding out this girl wasn't 100% lesbian, my dick was in her mouth. Who's life am I living?

And now, the sad story.

Ben is a police officer. He's 24, a little socially awkward and engaged to an ugly chick with a decent body. She's his first love and probably the first girl to let him seize on top of her. He's probably 5'8, 160lbs, and a nice enough guy.

Well, Ben starts up volunteering at the local fire department where he meets Cara. Cara is a blobosaurus. Cara is a 3/10, but has slept with multiple guys at the house who can do no better. Cara has a 4 year old kid who doesn't know his father (but everyone else knows exactly who it is). The father of her child is married now, to a 2/10, ultrablobosaurus.

Anyway, Cara is a bitch. I know, because I've worked with Cara. She likes to order people around, because she's used to beta-dudes being intimidated by her. I notice Cara being bitchy to Ben, and him obeying. I also notice Cara's satisfied face to his responses.

Through the grapevine, I hear that Ben has ditched his fiance, and is now with Cara. Two weeks later, I see they are engaged through facebook, and Ben is in multiple photos with the 4 year old. Cara posted the photos, and captioned them: "Daddy and Son".

MFW

Ben and Cara are now married, and there's another baby on the way. Cara, massive. Ben, looks defeated. Ben used to live in a nice apartment with another cop. Now he lives in a shitty neighborhood, small apartment and lives with a 4 year old and a fat bitch.

I worked with Ben last night at the fire department. Ben looked defeated, exhausted. I went through Cara's facebook and saw status after status of all the food she was eating, and all the love she had for her hubby who was making late night grocery store runs for her.

This poor guy. She's now got him locked into provider status, and she'll be fucking some other poor chump within a year. Oh, and he's legally adopting the 4 year old.

Fuck man.