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[LR] Naughty Nerdy Nympho: Fantasy Sex with My Dream Girl

Another non-status-report. I did get a notch with a decently unattractive girl who kind of stunk a week or two ago, but with working at a bar (as a cook and bouncer) recently, haven’t had the time to type it up properly. Heck, this past week I haven’t posted on my accountability thread, but I’ve had my first Daygame-seeded date of the semester this week and a couple other girls with dates set up from cold approaching with an indirect opener. But as RPD reminds, getting the kiss/date/number/lay isn’t the most important thing and pales in comparison to learning and practicing game.

Back to the point of this post, this was an eye-opening experience for me, discovering the intensity possible in a peak experience with a girl from my social circle. The majority of this log is written based on 2 pages of notes I wrote after she went home, because I didn’t want to forget that I encountered this awesome experience.

This post, while meant as a log, can also serve as an inspiration for those on the beginning side of their journey, as well as a collection of some references for useful articles sprinkled throughout. Give them a read if you haven’t yet.

This success came down to being in the right place at the right time and knowing how to take enough of the right action. It precipitated from a social circle, which is where my most attractive partners (Japanese gal, and now, Nerdy Nympho girl) have come from so far. I’ve yet to have a lay through cold approach or nightgame (check these links to learn more from guys far more knowledgeable and experienced than me), and online dating rarely produces stunners, so in my limited experience social circle seems to be giving me better results at this stage.

I’m reminded of RPD’s favorite Arnold Palmer quote: “the more I practice, the luckier I get.”

What happened:

It all started at an unofficial dance lesson/party. I went with the intention of just practicing dance and having fun… Didn’t really expect any girls my age or younger after I showed up. I danced a bit, talked with a guy some about diet and fitness (helped me apply “keep it simple stupid”, I’ve been stressing over diet and trying to make it have too much variety and stuff and that’s been stunting my progress), then got to talking with this one kinda cute girl, over-indulged my diet again with trying snacks at the party, asked her the important questions enough like her name and asked about some of her stories. Asked her what plans she had tonight, she said she had none, I said she’s pretty cool, “want to hang out at mine after this?” (expecting a no, but putting it out there).

She said yes/sure/affirmative (that’s a funny visual, imagining her saluting, but she said yeah pretty easily). I was mildly surprised, but then assumed she probably meant it in a platonic/friendship/not getting the undertones kind of way.

But I was clear on logistics (almost). I asked her to dance a couple songs, we did, she said she’s not too dance experienced and was a freshman or sophomore, then we went back to the snack table and talked some more one-on-one. Then I asked more logistics, e.g. where she lives and how she got to the dance practice party. I’d ridden my bike (okay, so maybe the logistics weren’t so great) and she’d driven over.

With plans to meet at mine, we each go back to our homes, she parked then came over. I met her outside on a cool vista, talked a bit, then suggested we go play cards (she’d mentioned she loves cards before). We go into my room, she teaches me a game, we play a few rounds (20-35 minutes) while chatting mostly platonic conversation, me trying to sprinkle in less-platonic-but-still-calibrated questions. At one point, I sprinkled in a question about the strangest place she’d been kissed. That had her stumped for a while.

At one point after a round of the game, she was starting to deal again. We’d been getting distracted from the game by our conversation more over the course of the previous round. I held strong eye contact for a bit, looking at her two eyes, said something like “let’s put the cards down for a second”, and after holding eye contact for a bit longer, asked her, “Do you want to kiss me?” (see the “Mystery Close Routine” section on this RedPillDad article). This whole time I’d tried to touch her occasionally, a hand here, shoulder there, light teasing punch over there, but hadn’t gotten much physical proximity yet, maybe 1.5 feet from my eyes to hers (outside of when we danced). I felt like there might not be much connection for her, much comfort for closeness or touch, that it’d be too big a jump. But when asking this question, I did lean in and close the distance a bit, leaving 1/2 to 3/4 of the distance.

She was like a lightswitch; her answer was a verbal yes and enthusiastically leaning in towards—no, almost leaping toward me, then leaning back on the floor while embracing me, taking me with her. I used my hands as we kissed a bit (her kissing was super supple and very wet in a good way, not a sloppy way, some of the best kissing I’d), starting to feel her out, and she sucked on my tongue and lip a lot… that suction was hot, as was how she moaned when I stuck my tongue in as far as I could and tasted her delicious mouth (she started it, and I reciprocated tentatively at first, but later on she told me she really liked it and I did it more forcefully). Then I suggested we sit on the edge of my bed to kiss somewhere more comfortable, then seconds after our lips met again she was leaning back against the bed underneath me.

She was squirmy even before the clothes were off and quite grabby at first, both signs I’d seen and disliked in previous girl experiences, but (spoiler—not!) this one turned out to be good despite (or in part because of) it!

I semi-assertively coaxed our clothes off over the course of 5-10 minutes. It was once both our glasses were off and the clothes were coming off that I realized how beautiful and sexy she actually was, and it had me in disbelief for the next half hour or so (until I started having too much fun to care). As soon as the clothes were being tossed aside, she was already subtly asking for my dick with her body language, and was soaking wet (now looking back, it’s difficult for me to guess if she was just that horny or if that’s normal for her). When we were both fully naked and I’d fingered her, she was asking for my dick (“please fuck me”), I told her “not yet,” but that “I have a surprise first”. Pulled out the vibrator and had her use it on herself while I watched. It was pretty hot. When I asked her later at what point she decided in her head, “yeah, I’m definitely going to fuck this guy” and “wow, this guy is a sex god” that it was about the time I brought out the vibrator.

When I busted out my vibrator near the start of our bed-untidying session, she was getting into the kissing (she was super into the sex from the start, but really moved her body, bounced around even when she wasn’t in the middle of an orgasm; super sensitive to everything), she came to the vibrator several (3 to up to 8 times? I couldn’t believe they were actual orgasms at first because they were like a machine gun within a minute of each other, but she moved around and clenched and moaned enough that I soon realized I was a lucky horny bastard who was out-sexualized by this girl by a mile). Then we tried missionary, doggy (neither of us liked), cow girl & reverse cow girl (both were kind of difficult for me because there was a lot of pressure against the dick without much actually pleasurable movement, perhaps exacerbated by her active/dom-like tendencies, but she was having the time of her life), and she seemed like she came 2-5 times from each.

During foreplay, I also fingered her some, and it only took about 5-10 seconds of light, hard, or pretty much any consistent touch/rubbing for her to come. I think I mentioned to her that I was surprised at how easily she came.

I also played with her breasts and French-kissed throughout, occasionally pulling her hair or choking her or kissing down her neck like a softcore vampire. She also loved getting tongue-fucked deep in her mouth, and sucked hard at my tongue which just made it all the more fun for both of us, and came from just that a couple times. This honestly sounds like the kind of fetish porn stories I used to try to write, but f*ck, this tops any of them and is far and away beyond anything I could have imagined writing. This was fantasy sex. I could hardly believe it in the moment, but now I know it’s possible.

After trying those positions, I set us into missionary roller-coaster sex (credit KYIL Andy) for a while (5-10 orgasms). At this point it almost cheapens the orgasms I was giving her because they were so easy, and I hope I can have sex with a ‘normal’ girl again without constantly dreaming of this one or getting annoyed at how long they take—in other words, falling into old “bad game” blue pill habits instead of enjoying the ride.

I realize I’ve recently been referencing Andy’s stuff more often, and it’s because he has a significant amount of practical how-to stuff on his site (appropriate material for a beginner like me in supplement to the solid basics), but the whole time I was also using mindsets I’d cultivated from RPD and RedQuest, as well as Nash’s stuff (if you want to get better at talking to girls, stop reading my articles and go read theirs). I didn’t really believe that this kind of girl or this # of orgasms (20-50 are my low and high estimates, respectively) was actually possible or existed or that I’d ever encounter it, but I sure found out this past weekend’s night, and it blows my previous experience out of the water. Makes me glad I came back from Japan; I came back to more than just disappointing low-quality fat chicks.

I hadn’t come yet, but because we were both decently tired I called a break. We talked and cuddled a ton, I continued giving her a bunch of compliments as is my habit, telling her she was “so f*cking sexy” and “a good girl” and “I love your sexy [tits, lips, face, stomach, hips, thighs, p*ssy, etc.].” I think I used the word f*ck more during our night-time post-dance dance-session than the rest of my life combined. She didn’t believe me some of the time, claiming I was being too cheesy or using pickup lines (ironic, I suck at using pickup lines, and also ironic, I’m in the pickup/dating/post-red-pill-ism sphere), but I assured her it was just literally anytime I thought of how hot a part or action of hers was and noticed myself thinking so, I’d voice it (that was exactly what I was doing, anyway; no techniques besides not using a filter). I teasingly blamed her for being so hot, a literal bedroom fantasy, seducing me because I wouldn’t have had the confidence to get her in bed if I’d seen how sexy she was before she took off her clothes, etc., having some fun myself and conveying how attractive I found her (because she’d been complimenting me in half-disbelief as well, for being “so good” and “so sexy”).

For a rough time reference, we got back to my place at 11:10, played cards and chatted for ~30 minutes (she taught me a game), then did kissing and vibrator for 10-25 minutes, then had sex until at least 3:30 am, including the middle break (we talked until about 4 after that).

She was actually going to leave after Round 1 because she had a class the next morning, but I suggested I’d set a timer or something. I was about to roll out of the bed and set up my phone with sticky fingers and all, but it was only 5 seconds after she first raised the idea that she had to go before she was grabbing me and pulling me back. I asked why and she said she’d “changed her mind” or something, that fast, and was super horny and ready to go already again. I was amazed. Is this normal hot chick behavior? In the moment, even as I wondered that question, I didn’t care, and got another condom on for a hot and heavy round two.

During the second round I went even harder than before with the roller coaster. She was telling me how sexy I was and stuff, and even whispered “f*ck me harder… f*ck me daddy” to encourage me (I’d suggested she do so earlier in the intercourse, she’d laughed and refused at that earlier point).

I hadn’t come yet this whole time, and I remember it was really easy for me to just keep f*cking her, but she had a class coming up. So in order for me to finally come I had to consciously focus on my own pleasure through 2-4 of her orgasms to finally reach my own. That difficulty to reach orgasm (to my chagrin, I was like the woman of the interaction in terms of difficulty of orgasm!) may have been a result from giving in to my old porn addiction and masturbating the previous day, or due to not getting much more than 5 hours of sleep the previous few days and being quite tired, or some combination of both. Regardless, both of our breathing was ragged, and when I finally said I was coming that seemed to send her over the edge of some ultimate orgasm too. She came super hard while I did at the same time. It was super hot. It was the shit on the level we read in Manly Cockfellow’s accountability thread or Nash’s Blog, that kind of fantasy-level sex that seems unattainable for many (including me, until now apparently. Kind of hard for me to deny I can get that kind of experience when it’s sitting right in front of me).

Compared to all her previous orgasms, she was super exhausted after that last one where we came together, and she lay there, eyes closed, quietly panting for ~10 minutes before moving to cuddle/talk. I tried to ask her about the good/bad/ugly, but she told me I should have asked before she had this mind-blowing, toe-curling, p*ssy-clenching orgasm. Also, apparently for her during an orgasm, she can’t even think, there’s nothing in her mind but pleasure. That seems kind of funny to me, but kind of cool too. I love learning about the female perspective of sex. She also seemed pretty sex-positive and non-blue-pilled, and ironically tried to almost lecture me on it a couple times (like when I mentioned how she came really easily compared to women, and women usually take a long time to orgasm, she misunderstood and reminded me that women actually like and want sex compared to what society says).

Both times when I pulled out from missionary, after the first round and the second, the condom itself got stuck enough to slide off me and dangle from her both times. It made me worried that the condom had fallen out and I’d just put my load into her without any protection, but no, we’d just gone so long that I’d lubricated the inside of my condom almost as good as she was wetting herself inside (she told me she squirts, and I didn’t realize to what extreme degree she was naturally lubricated until I did my sheets laundry the following day), and it just had enough friction outside to catch on her birth-control thing in the vagina (UTA? I can’t remember the acronym).

What it was like:

This part of the post will be a random mess, but it’ll be reorganized compared to the log I wrote at 5 am on a day earlier this week.

  1. She had to keep reminding me not to touch her boobs while we were resting—I have a lot of experience giving back massages and it’s become my habit to run my fingers gently over girls’ bodies even when we’re not in the middle of foreplay/sex. My hands often wander to the breasts, especially if they’re moderate but perky like in this case… but she was super sensitive, so it may have been “unfair” from her perspective if she came while I was taking a break (but had I thought of it, I could have taken advantage of this power dynamic and encouraged her to be more submissive, pleasured by just the touch of this sexy man next to her in bed… I may have lost some points in her eyes for acquiescing, but who knows?).
  2. This sex surprised me also for how much of it I stayed hard; I was solid or solid-enough for 80-90% of the entire sexcapade, including during breaks. I may have come a little during the first round, but if so, apparently it was negligible because I didn’t feel any orgasm myself or get sensitive at any point. I declared the first break more for her to let her have some time to recover from all the stimulation and talk with her a bit than because I needed it (though to be fair, it was a useful recovery for me after the cardio we’d engaged in).
  3. I asked her if I could take a picture pretty early on. I may ask again, if I see her. She’s so f*cking hawt. (If you follow either of Caleb Jones’/Black Dragon’s Youtube channels, imagine the emphasis he uses when he talks about how hot a given woman is when reading the previous sentence.)
  4. She surprised me with how much she was squirming with clothes on and dry humping, I was a little wary at first, but when clothes came off she was flopping around all over the place and gasping and it was literally so sexy I can’t even keep from making run-on sentences here, and did I ever mention I’m a grammar nazi? I may go back and edit that. Edit: nope, going to leave it.
  5. She was also ready to go again post-orgasm very rapidly, like within 10-20 seconds of an orgasm she would be pulling on my butt to try to get me moving again or make me “go harder” in earnest again, not to mention the times I teased her by going slow (a third time thank-you to Andy for that article on rollercoaster sex). Literally, amazing. I can’t describe how insanely hot it is to feel/see/hear her come, taking a few moments of rest yourself, then she’s smiling and biting her lip and grabbing your butt and saying “please” and trying to get you going to town again.
  6. She had exactly the sexy, mischievous smile I love to see in a girl and had missed in all my previous lays, she liked to tease and play being frustrated, but she’d also practiced being a dom for > 1 year in a previous relationship, so she had some non-submissive habits. In fact, she’s a switch with a dominant streak and definitely knows how to tease; she ran her tongue all over (except my dick/balls—we weren’t doing any oral sex tonight). That pairs amazingly well with my sexual tastes. For most of my life, I thought I was definitely a sub. Nowadays, though I’ve trained myself to be more confident and dominant and truly do enjoy that, I still love taking that bottom role on occasion, even if she’s genuinely dominant, calling the shots for what to do and pinning down my arms from tickling her tits because she’s done dom-stuff so much before.
  7. I had in my notes again that she’s super eager, she’s a nymphomaniac who walks around with a nerd vibe and looking just cute (she was wearing a cute ballerina outfit that, at the right angle from the top, showed most of her tits, but with her glasses and tutu I guessed she was about a 5-5.5) but her clothes come off and (by my estimation) she became a 7 or 7.5 without her glasses, give or take 1 for me not wearing glasses/contacts at that point (though I did get to see her, all of her, up close). She is the hottest girl I’ve ever had in my room, the sexiest fiend I’ve ever had in bed. I was literally thinking that thought before we started having sex as the clothes were coming off, but as soon as it started in earnest it was so much fun I didn’t consider thinking of anything but her.
  8. She had a shoulder hickey from a guy over the Halloweekend who she said was absolutely terrible; she teased him all over without touching his dick then left him orgasmless. She did a similar teasing to me (it was awesome and fun, but I was enjoying it too much to say I wanted her to do anything. Maybe someday I’ll play along with being the sub better) but by that point she’d told me several times that I do it really well, made my mediocre dick and lack of experience & general lack of confidence feel really good. She told me that she had been ready to swear off men after that previous experience, but seems I changed her mind. Be the alpha who the girl wants to f*ck.
  9. Funny thought: earlier today (the day I had this sexcapade, not the day I’m writing/publishing this post) I reminded myself, “I’m a guy who dated and had sex with a girl who was a supermodel on the side in Japan (the Japanese girlfriend), so even if I’m not getting the best results right now, I can take pride in that and I know I can meet and date hot girls.” Probably a coincidence that it came true the very same day, but it probably didn’t hurt I had this mindset either.
  10. This was a reference experience or peak experience for me, I was just constantly blown away by how sexy and hot and fun she was and having sex with her was. Makes me kind of never want to have sex with a significantly fat girl again. I’d known sex could be great, but up until now it’d mostly been just the feeling of getting an orgasm and having a little fun with the other person who would usually starfish or act in other unattractive ways, being like an overblown overrated overpriced fleshlight that I was also trying to give a good time. This experience was different; the whole time it was a ton of fun, whether my dick was in her or not, whether I was even touching or looking at any of her or not, the kind of dance you hear sex can be but you can’t imagine until you experience it yourself. Basically, what I said before about it being similar to Manly Cockfellow’s stories, which I imagined would take years or decades for me to reach even once.

Overall, the best sex I’ve had with an American girl, and also the best single sex session I’ve ever had (technically it’s both of my top 2 if we’re counting by rounds). Basically, my dream girl, but because I know about one-itus (and alternatives, like seeing multiple girls and approaching new girls whether I have a current prospect or not), I’ll be careful to keep things casual and moderate if either of us catches feelings (not that I would mind if she and I dated non-monogamously for the rest of my final year at this college—that sounds pretty sweet actually). The only catch I could imagine is that I found out she’s technically the sister of someone who has a marginal degree of indirect authority over my housing situation, and I don’t know what that sibling thinks of me.

I’m mildly worried that she won’t want to see me again or won’t text or something and that things will become awkward when we see each other in the club, but it might be more of one of those things that you just have to “wait and see”. I let things sit for a few days, and I’ve sent a text to try and set up a second meet to “play cards”. I’m walking the tightrope to try and avoid being needy or feel dependent on her, and hold tension, but some of the time it’s hard for me to hold onto the idea that there’s other girls out there and I don’t need to worry if this one doesn’t work out. It could be she just wanted a one-night-stand with a sexy guy. I’m looking for more of an ongoing FWB kind of thing. If we don’t have similar goals, that’s fine. Who am I to tell her what to do? Better for me and definitely better for her if I find someone looking for the same thing I am. (Edit: she texted back that she’s talking with her ex. Having seen some of Caleb Jones’s content, I anticipate she might break up again and hit me up, especially because we’ll see each other in the dance lessons, but I won’t count on it. The solution for me to seek out another sexperience as great as Nerdy Nympho? Anyone in this sphere with any experience will tell me essentially the same, it’s to talk to more girls.)

Once again, she was essentially what I would have imagined my dream high school or college girlfriend being—her face (without glasses) was super cute, she was not fat or pudgy, she was interesting to talk to in and out of bed, she had boobs big enough for me to have fun with them, she was very sexual and forward and honest, she wasn’t afraid to play the dominant role, she enjoyed almost everything I did and called me sexy and came super easily—fuck, that’s an ego boost if I ever saw one. I’m calling her a “7.5” while trying to be somewhat objective (she was hotter than the Japanese girl when the clothes came off), but on my personal scale for the whole experience of sex and all with her, I would peg her at a 9.5 to me. This was an awe-inspiring experience I will find it hard to top and difficult to match. This is a new goalpost, higher than the one I set with Japanese Girlfriend, showing me the potential of low-fat, sweet, spicy, organic American-raised girls.

Author: NightRoller

Learning, growing American learning to love on a deeper level. Find me at https://nightrollergame.wordpress.com/

4 thoughts on “[LR] Naughty Nerdy Nympho: Fantasy Sex with My Dream Girl”

  1. Another update: Saw her again in the club today and truly, the way she usually dresses and with her hair the way it was and glasses on, she doesn’t look like much more than a 4, maybe 5. Funny enough she didn’t bring up us rearranging our guts the previous week, and I didn’t either.

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