I’m a 27-year old conservative male, living in a very liberal city, and President Trump was the best thing that’s happened to my sex life.
Some background: In college, I was an athlete and in a frat, and getting laid was easy. I briefly had a gf sophomore year, but before and after that was just a series of hookups (we sometimes have competitions to see who could get the most number of girls in one week).
When I graduated, I got a job in finance, and moved to a large very liberal city. I was on dating apps, and would still get regular dates and sex (I’m muscular and good-looking and have shirtless pics on my bio), but the pace was slower. I was getting laid once or maybe twice a week, or, in a slow point, once every couple weeks.
Then the 2016 campaign happened. I’m a lifelong conservative, and of course I supported Trump. I put “MAGA “ in my bio. I’ve never been embarrassed about my views, and I love winning debates.
I got some supportive matches, and got a lot of more messages from women accusing me of all sorts of stuff because I supported Trump. I always respond, because, again, I enjoy winning.
One woman, Claire, was a senior in college, and a self-described angry feminist and democratic socialist. She was white, maybe 5’6”, around 150 lbs, with curly hair, and glasses. I usually prefer blonde southern belle types, but she was cute.
She messaged me saying she didn’t date fascists, and I responded telling her I don’t either. We started going back and forth, and the messages got longer. She was clearly surprised by the fact that I had a reasoned response to all her claims. I finally said:
“Why don’t we grab drinks tonight so you can continue to lose the debate to me in person?”
And she responded with “Lol you’re insufferable.”
I said: “That wasn’t a no. [name of bar, and location] at 9:30?”
She then said “Fine. But only to spare the poor person sitting next to you you’d otherwise be subjecting to your views.”
I won’t lie; getting her from “You’re a fascist” to “Sure i’lll get drinks with you” was a rush. I hadn’t felt that just from getting a date since high school.
That evening, I met her outside the bar. She was wearing skinny jeans and a jacket. I hugged her, and we walked inside. It was a bit crowded, and I guided her along with my hand on her lower back. She leaned into me when I touched her. That’s when I knew for sure I was getting laid.
We talked politics for a bit, and then moved on to other topics. I asked her about her life, and we talked about her career plans. We talked about our childhoods, and my current job. As we were debating politics, my hand slowly traveled down to her upper leg. She shifted to be closer to me. After an hour, I suggested we settle up and go back to my place. She nodded.
I started kissing her in the elevator of my building, and she reciprocated hungrily. We continued to make out in my apartment. I led her to my bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. She pulled off her jacket, shirt, and pants, and I stripped naked.
I climbed on top of her and started making out with her. I felt up her tits and her erect nipples, and she wrapped her legs around me and started thrusting against my now fully hard dick. I grabbed her neck lightly with one hand and kissing her hard. I traveled my other hand down her body until I got to her panties. They were wet. I pressed my finger into her slit through the cotton. She scratched my back and reached down and started stroking my dick.
After a while, I shifted and started kissing her down her body: her neck, her shoulders, her nipples, her stomach. I got on the floor, crouching, and pulled her to the edge of the bed, legs spread. I pulled down her panties and started sucking and licking her clit. Her hands were stroking my head and she started to groan and roll back and forth. She was totally smooth, and I wondered if she waxed or shaved for me, knowing that I’d prefer it.
I kept going as I felt her body start to tense up, and then her legs started to shake and she wriggled away as she came.
After she recovered, I stood up, slipped a condom on, and pulled her to the edge of the bed and pushed her legs wide apart again. I crouched lower and pressed my cock head against her slit and started rubbing. She groaned and whined, and started thrusting her hips and scooting towards me. I held her back.
Finally, she asked me to push it in. I told her to beg me. She groaned and started begging for my cock, which made it twitch. I like women begging me in general, but there was the additional rush of knowing that a feminist liberal who had initially dismissed me as a fascist was now craving my MAGA dick inside her.
At this point she was so wet, I grabbed her ankles and slowly thrust my hips and pushed it all the way inside her in one thrust. She groaned and her eyes went wide. I picked up the pace. I love fucking petite women, especially when they’re stretched. She was babbling and shaking and cumming all over, and finally I felt it coming, so I grabbed her thighs, pulled them towards me, thrusted hard, and grunted as I came.
She ended up spending the night, and we fucked in the morning again. She texted me several times after that to hang out again, but I told her I was busy.
This sparked a sexual renaissance. I took it upon myself to convert as many liberal feminist women to the cause. It was initially surprising to me how many liberal women really crave conservative dick. Most of the best sex I’ve had had been from women who started by calling me out for supporting Trump. One liberal divorcee in her thirties asked a couple of times as I was winning her over if I had a MAGA hat. So when we hooked up I first sat in a chair naked and had her worship my body with her mouth while I was wearing nothing except the cap. She gave great head.
So politics created a new and enjoyable pastime for me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/klk0vy/mf_how_president_trump_made_my_27m_sex_life_great