Besides giving us great tunes and memorable riffs over the years, pop music, particularly rock, gave us groupies too. Girls who would follow their favorite bands and artists across the country and even the world, having sex with them and being their muses. One of our friends, Alexa, was kind enough to share her girl confession with us. Here’s what she had to say about having sex with a rockstar.

I’ve Been Following This Band for Years

“My first introduction to him and his band was in 2001. It was a time when I was living in NYC, studying to get my social sciences diploma. And as luck would have it, the early 2000s were a renaissance for rock music. Ever since Nirvana broke the mainstream, there were all sorts of uninspiring bands looking to make it big, but none of them had the looks or intelligence to spark interest in me.

 

“You see, rock ‘n’ roll was and still is a big thing to me. I can’t even begin to describe how important it is to my life and our society in general. But just like with anything that makes the kids use their brains, the mainstream comes along and reshapes it into some MTV garbage, selling logos and trademarks like iPhones and Big Macs. Unfortunately, the same thing would happen to grunge, indie, and all other derivatives of punk.

 

“But something befell music around 9/11. There was a sudden influx of cool bands with smart lyrics and good looks. Of course, I’m not going to name the band I’m talking about here, but you can figure it out. They’re like some film-noir-inspired quartet that puts ‘The Strokes’ and ‘The Killers’ to shame every time they release a new album.”

I Can’t Believe They Are in Town!

“My experience with the frontman didn’t happen while I was in New York. It was actually sometime later when his rock band was promoting their first and only major label record nationwide. When my best friend called me to say that they were coming, I went full-on crazy. I knew I had to get the best seats in our local venue.

“Still, I couldn’t find VIP tickets anywhere. They were at the top of their game at the time, and everyone was willing to see them live. The best I could hope for was to wait around the back alley after the show, in the hope of seeing them. But luck was on my side. My best friend knew how much this would mean to me, so she blew some guy for the VIP tickets and gave them to me, saying: ‘You go get him, bad girl.’”

The Best VIP Tickets I’ve Ever Had

“As I’ve said, the band was at the peak of their popularity, and the show was almost hypnotizing. But that wasn’t the highlight of my evening. Me and the rest of the girls in the VIP area were invited by their roadie to join the band backstage. At that moment, I knew I was going to get him. Even if some girls were more attractive, I was always the one who would receive the most attention at such events.

 

“The backstage party was straight up wild. There was booze, coke, and some eerie italo-disco playing in the room. The other girls would swarm the guys in waves, talking shit like most fans, making it easy for me. I knew I just had to sit on the couch, light a cigarette, and allow him to come over. And just like that, he sat next to me, still sweaty from playing an hour-long set.”

He Pinned My Hands Down and Pounded Me

“The thing is, he wasn’t a creep at all. He was classy, asking me all sorts of questions, and he seemed interested in what I had to say. And believe me, I can spot a guy bullshitting me. I’ve been around the block. Moreover, I was surprised by how intelligent and eloquent he was. I guess that’s what drew me to him so much besides his good looks and quasi-existential lyrics.

 

“After talking for an hour, he placed his hand on the couch behind my neck. It was a classic move, and we both knew what was going to happen next. I asked him If we could go someplace else because the music and other girls were starting to get too loud. He took my hand, and we went into his dressing room.

“There was no time for sweet-talking and hugs. As soon as we went inside, I grabbed his cock through his trousers. Seconds later, he pinned my hands and body down with my head on a plateau in front of him. He unzipped his pants and slid his penis from behind like it was nothing. He wasn’t massive or anything like that, but he had a stocky cock with some quality girth on it.”

Bar Has Been Set So High

“He fucked me so good. I can’t even remember all the kinky stuff we did. It was like a beautiful nightmare, if you know what I mean. And yes, it was all with consent, nothing like some other creeps in the entertainment industry would do. We also used protection, so I didn’t catch any STIs during the deed.

 

“However, there’s one thing that didn’t work out as I planned. Ever since that night, all the men I sleep with pale in comparison to him. Sure, they might have bigger dicks, even better looks, but not one of them has that bravado. You could say I’ve made my bed by having sex with him, but I’m sure every one of you would do the same if you were in my shoes that night.” — Alexa