I am posting this because I've noticed that many women have come forward about their own indiscretions with Dean Ambrose and I feel more comfortable to tell my story.
I'm a twenty three year old woman from Chicago who was recently in New Orleans for Wrestlemania. I went there with a few of my girlfriends. It was a birthday present for me. They didn't really want to go because they hate wrestling, but they did it for me. That's what friends do.
Anyway, it was a Thursday night and we decided to go on Bourbon Street to hit up some bars and nightclubs. We ended up at a few places and ran into a few wrestlers. I was the only one who knew who they were. My friend just gave them blank stares and couldn't care less either way. We ended up at this bar on Bourbon Street named 'Oz'. It was kind of boring. Nothing too exciting. My friends decided to call it an early night because they were halfway gone. I decided to stay out a bit more. I've never been to NOLA before and was really soaking in the atmosphere. I was sitting at the bar when the bartender put a bottle of Miller Lite in front of me. I don't even drink Miller Lite. It's a cheap beer that I haven't drank since college. But hey it was free so I'm not turning down a free drink. I asked the bartender who it was from and he nodded towards a guy sitting in the corner by himself. As soon as I saw him I recognized him immediately. It was Dean Ambrose. I never really found him to be attractive to be honest. I always thought he was kind of grimy and had a bad receding hairline. He also looks like he doesn't bathe, which I'm not into, but this was Wrestlemania week and I was in NOLA. He's a wrestler so why the hell not?
I walked over and thanked him for the drink. I noticed that never once did he say 'you're welcome'. Nor did he care to ask for my name. We didn't even talk for two minutes before he asked me if I wanted to go back to his hotel room with him. I did.
The whole taxi ride there we didn't even talk. He asked me only one thing "Do you suck cock?

" I gotta admit. I was kind of turned on. He was weird though. He never looked me in the eye and he has really bad twitches. I don't know if he has Aspergers or if he's on drugs.
He also kept sniffing and rubbing his nose, making me think he's a coke head.
When we got back to his room he started unbuttoning his pants and unbuckling his belt. He grabbed my head and told me to get down on my knees. No preliminaries whatsoever. I sucked him off and the whole time he kept asking me "How it felt to suck a wrestlers cock

":. If you're wondering. He wasn't that big. At all. He was at least 5.5 at the most. He's a grower not a shower, which isn't much at that. He kept grabbing my hair and guiding my movements. He wants to be in control and he kept asking me how it felt to suck his cock, like I could talk with my mouth full.
Before he came he pushed me down on the bed onto my stomach. He pulled my dress up and my panties down and fukked me from behind. I wasn't even that turned on. It didn't even last that long. Four minutes at the most. He kept grunting and asking me "how does it feel to fukk Dean Ambrose
?" I wanted to reply 'not that great.'
After he was done I pretty much got kicked out. He's a selfish lover and only cares about getting himself off. He didn't even have the decency to ask my name. It's my fault because I slept with him. At least I have a story to tell.
He also had body odor and he's not well groomed at all. I'm glad he's not wearing trunks in the ring. I'm just saying.
No one has to believe me, but I wouldn't make this up because I have nothing to gain from it.
I'm also a curvy girl. I'm not fat, but I have some meat on
My bones. I think he liked that about me though. He also said that he liked girls like me. That we know how to suck cock. I don't know if it's because I'm curvy or because I'm of mixed face.