Although I personally take slore [slute + whore] tales with a grain of salt I do find myself enthralled at times with the salacious fact and fiction stories they post on messageboards and blogs.

The digital world has really had an effect on the groupie scene. Before women with dollar signs in their eyes would play Russian roulette with their club choices after the big game or star studded concert in hopes of landing a baller. Now they can just log on to Baller Alert to see get tips, tricks, find out where the celebrity hots spots are, and read reviews for on big money peen. It’s like a network dedicated to downloading apps for dick and I love it. Trick or treat that pussy away girls!

An anonymous pussy popper gave up all the juice to Tales From A Groupie on linking up in the bedroom with our beloved Dirt Angel. Shit brings a whole new meaning to taking a dirt nap. I just couldn’t!

Last year memorial day weekend, me and a few of my girls went down to Miami.  One of the nights we ended up at Sobe live right on South Beach.  That same night Jim Jones, Santana and the rest of their crew came there to perform and spent a lil while in V.I.P.  So as we were sitting there we notice that Jimmy and his friends didn’t buy out the bar like they say they do, but instead popped one bottle of champagne (NOT BALLING).  Anyway, towards the end of the night his security approached me and asked for my number so I gave him my number.  Around 4:3o in the morning I get a call from the security guard telling me to ditch my friends and come to the Palm hotel cause Jimmy wanted to see me.  So being the thirst that I was (lol) I left my friends back at the motel and headed to the hotel to see Jimmy.  So once I got there I called back his security for the room number then went upstairs.  Once I got their he started treat me like a smut and told me to “wash up and get back in the bed with nothing on” so I did.  Once I got on the bed, I began to kiss him, but he pushed my face away and lowered my head down to his private part, which I didn’t mind cause it was an okay size (decent).  So now I’m giving him head and then he stops me to put a rubber on and then after 30 seconds or so he nuts.  What a loser.  Then he tells me “I gotta go now, cause he got shit to do”.  So I got dresses and the next thing you know he throws $10 at me and says “For your troubles, here’s some cab money”.  SMH he’s such a bum loser, he really isn’t balling or packing.  Guess I was a groupie for a night, but I wouldn’t do it again.  [source via Rhymes With Snitch]