Comfort Game in the #MeToo era

I took home a girl a couple of nights ago to fuck. We met in a bar through a mutual acquaintance and hit it off pretty well. She was pretty big on the SJW stuff, but I expect this from most girls nowadays and usually just pass the shit tests they throw my way. This one was no different and since my experience is that these SJW types usually get pretty wild in bed, I figured I could fuck her well.

So I get her back to my apartment. We make out on the couch and when I feel I've gotten her wet enough I pick her up and carry her into my bedroom. Picking up a girl and carrying her pulls her into my frame of physical dominance, which is where I want her to be when I fuck her.

We get to it and I fuck her well. I'm not sure what it was, but something about her really got me going and I had some trouble controlling myself. I'm talking pretty rough sex. Choking, slapping, hair pulling type shit. Somewhere around fucking her from behind I get pretty convinced she had an orgasm so I turn her around to finish on top. As I drill that pussy we lock eyes and I see something that makes me feel awkward. Like she's dissociated somehow, not really processing what's happening anymore.

After I finish and go take care of some hygiene business I return and throw myself on my bed next to her. At this point I'm pretty happy with myself and I'm getting ready to tell her to get the fuck out. When I turn towards her I notice she's crying a little. Not sobbing or anything, just like these quiet tears running down her cheeks. I immediately switch into emergency mode and ask her what's wrong.

She gives me this whole convoluted story about how she doesn't like “that kind” of sex and that she really isn't “that kind” of girl. I listen to her ramble for a while and I'm freaking out a little. If this girl leaves in this emotional state, finds some fellow SJW harpy or Beta white knight to complain to, I could be really screwed.

So I decide to do something I really hate. I pull her close to me and snuggle with her. Gently patting her, kissing her forehead. It occurs to me that she might still be in my frame of dominance somewhat, so I validate that she is a snowflake. I tell her she's a good girl and just console her. After a while she calms down and I feel her body relaxing a little. I figure this is a good time to reframe the situation for her and inquire about the orgasm I thought she had. She confirms it but can't really explain it either. We wrestle a little mentally but in the end I feel like she's gotten closer to accepting the sex we had as something positive. It just took her by surprise, I assure her.

I figure it's dangerous to kick her out so I allow her to spend the night. She does so snuggled up in my arms so I barely got any sleep myself (fucking hate cuddling) The next morning she is horny as hell and I decide to reassert a positive association before she leaves by fucking her a little more gently this time.

I'm not entirely sure how this will develop, though I think I passed the biggest hurdle by applying comfort game at the right moment. I had to use it to reassert a frame of mind that was beneficial to my status. Otherwise I could have been in some deep shit. I figure I'll run into her again at some point and might plate her if she can become a little more honest to herself about what she really likes.

Thoughts and feedback always welcome. Stay safe brothers.