There's no easier way to have reassurance of TRP than to just see it unfold in front of you. I'm amazed at just how accurate this place is. And yes, it certainly appears, AWALT! My plate left about 20 minutes ago and all I could think of doing was getting straight on here!

I hooked up with this girl about two months ago. She bored me immensely personality-wise but we fucked on the first date. Holy crap she was incredible. Seriously the best sex I've ever had in my life. Not difficult though - sex with my SO never happened much and when it did, it was pretty much lie back and think of England. This girl encouraged me with odd locations, positions, risky environments... you get the idea!

She's 26, a school teacher and a serious nympho. We had a conversation at one point and we both agreed that all we wanted was sex with at most occasionally meeting in a bar beforehand for a quick drink and that's it. I never asked her about her work, she didn't ask about mine. I think she got off on the fact that she didn't know anything about me past my first name, but occasionally photos and random stuff around my flat would often hint at things she wasn't a part of. She'd sometimes ask, but I'd evade the question and immediately get sexy.

Last night, I get a sex-text. I'm not up to anything, feeling up for it and let her over. After round 1, she tells me that things need to end. I thought this was a shit-test. Secretly I was a little let down because I was fulfilling a lot of freaky sex fantasies with her and she was down for almost anything. But, keeping TRP in mind I maintained frame, carried on reading a magazine I had in front of me and said, "OK, no worries".

It was funny how well it worked. She immediately felt the need to spill her guts. I had figured something was up the last time she came over. She was more full on than usual and we tried anal for the first time. We'd talked about it before and this time she was just crazy up for it.

As it turns out, she has a long term boyfriend (news to me) and that she was scared of fucking things up with him. I did wonder as sometimes she'd insist on staying the whole night, other times she would have to leave at specific times. It did add up.

When she had come over last time, her boyfriend had proposed to her over the weekend. This was apparently the spark that made her want to further escalate kinky sex with me.

Part of me felt desperately sorry for this poor sap. But we talked further. I asked why she was so eager to try anal and get a little more freaky. Her response? She felt she couldn't do those things with her new fiancé and wanted to try out everything possible before getting hitched and settling down. Oh yea, this was after Round 2 at this point.

She went on to tell me the most beta bucks story I could ever imagine. He's a trainee dentist, his parents are rich and have not only are they picking up the tab for his education, but they're also agreeing to help fund his first practice and help them with their house deposit.

I asked straight up, "Do you even love this guy? Or is it more that he's a financial future?" She hamstered a little until telling me that she loved him in a "different" way and that the security he offered was greater than anything I could (not that I was). It was as if to imply that although she liked the sex, she had no confidence in my ability to "provide" or be the basis for her long term future. This despite her having no idea what I do for a living. OK this part burned a little, but I quickly realized that this was just hamster excuses to elevate her fiance just for the moment, but I was the sex she wanted.

She also admitted that she didn't get up to anything freaky with him bedroom-wise as she didn't "feel like that" about him. It was also very apparent that it appeared the reason why she head to finish with me - her first and only explanation by the way - was that it was getting more difficult to convince Beta Bucks that these nights away were all entirely work related. She was apparently headed to the airport from mine so she could maintain and convince Beta Bucks that she'd just arrived back from somewhere.

So basically, she liked getting freaky with me because she wanted to get it out of her system. Suits me, that was quite the experience.

So, it's the morning, I wake up to her drying her hair after showering. I said something like "You just got off a flight, can't look too pristine!" And there came round 3... On the plus side, that 30 minute sex sesh was awesome, like this is the last time kinda sex. Hair properly ruffled and a little sweat on her, the pretence was more or less complete. On the down side, I now need to head to Ikea for a new desk... we broke mine as it wasn't totally against the wall and the left side ripped off as I was slamming her so hard.

Before she left, I asked, "Where's your engagement ring?". Quickly followed by an "Oh shit"... ruffle around in her jacket and a "Thank you for reminding me..." as she drags it out of her pocket with a crumpled £5 note and hurriedly shimmies it up her finger.

The door closed but she looked back at me as she closed it with a smile. At that point, I just felt a little like something tells me this isn't over, but if it is, whatever!

On the one hand I feel terrible for the Beta Bucks. Mainly as that could have been me just as easily. But even though through reading posts here I was kinda prepared for some eventuality to someday occur. I have to admit, I just wasn't prepared for the events last night. It was stunning to say the least. For the entire situation to just unfold in front of me like that... it was... admittedly kinda scary. I've done things with this girl that I've sometimes seen in porn movies. Shit, gonna miss her if she does indeed finish it. But knowing there's some guy who is basically being taken for an utter shit ride is kinda... terrible.

But there you go... I guess, for the first time in my life, I've been the alpha fucks side of this equation. I'm not sure how I feel about it in honesty. I didn't want anything more than fucking this girl and her behaviour is beyond atrocious. But knowing there's some guy whose getting pretty much owned in this situation is a little disheartening. Conscience fucking with my head.

tl/dr: Found out my plate was just engaged. I'm and alpha fux.

EDIT: I know a lot of you are all courageous and would "do the right thing" and go tell him. Even if I wanted to, which I don't as it's nothing to do with me, I have zero way of contacting him at all. No name, no address, no nothing. In fact, if she disappeared tomorrow, I have no evidence other than some phone pics that I'd ever met her. But, to put your mind at rest, she's already sought another audience with raceAround126 :D I guess she really didn't mean it's over.