Update...

No ghosts so far. Is it weird that I am kinda disappointed?

We managed to sneak in five minutes of sex one time. Other than that, we haven't been alone, and the walls are too frikking thin to do it at night. Seriously. This is a 150 year old house. THIN THIN THIN! So I don't think Sweetpea is gonna knock me up this month. Ya never know, but I don't have "that feeling".

I got a spanking in front of the in-laws. *giggling* Can't wait to write about that when I get back.

My gay brother in law introduced his boyfriend to the famly (his Mom, Stepdad, me and Sweetpea) for the first time. He only came out to Mom a month ago. This was a HUGE deal. Thank god I was there to talk to the poor guy, because the others all kinda clammed up! So I chattered on like a magpie. By the end of dinner, my throat was killing me!

OH! And my BITCHY BROTHER IN LAW CALLED ME A HICK!!!!

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrowl!

He's just jealous because I got diamonds for Christmas and he didn't!

I've been able to read your comments via my email, but I am too scared to comment back yet because I don't want the naughty blog's url to show up in the in-laws history. I promise I'll reply when I get back home next week. I heart you, my pretty pretty Flowers.

I hope you all had a great Christmas. Happy New Year!

xoxoxoxoxo

Wheeeee!

A while back, I mentioned I am on lots and lots of fertility meds, right?

Sooooo......

Tomorrow, we leave for my Yankee in-laws' house...

And next week.....is the week, per the calendar, we are supposed to try to get me knocked up.

*cringe*

How am I supposed to have SEX in my IN-LAWS' HOUSE in the guest room with NO DOOR and a damn GHOST watching me?!?!?!?

Not cool. Soooo not cool.

Pffftht!!

Well Flowers, I hate to tell ya this, but you probably won't be seeing any more updates here from my friend Single Grrrl. I begged you guys to give her more regular feedback, but I guess you were too busy masturbating (which, ok, I kinda understand, because damn her stories are hot).

Anyhoo!

* I * still get to hear about her latest adventures, but YOU DON'T!

* YOU * don't get to hear about the strap on, the new position she tried for anal, the multiple toe-curling orgasms, etc....

But I do I do I do!!!!!!!!

Pffffffftttttttthhhhhhhhht!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*impish grin*

Ok, so....

I took the previous post down.

Call it a site-meter panic-attack.

Someone from his town was on my blog, and I thought to myself, DAMN. If I were him, and he was airing some of MY dirty laundry on his secret blog, I'd be really hurt about it!

Sooooo......I took it down.

I really, really appreciate all of your comments. Sincerest thanks. I heart you, my pretty pretty Flowers.

P.S.
LustDemon.....I definitely am NOT interested in joining that harem.....

Well....maybe if the other chicks are hot.......

NO! Bad Blondage! Bad! *slaps own hand*

Sex and the Single Girl update!

Blondage says....oh my!

War Wounds

I have them everywhere from this weekend. Bruises on my legs and arms. A deep tissue bruise in the center of my back. My pinkie toe is sliced open. My pussy is raw.

How did all of that happen? Sit back and let me tell you the tale.

It started out with a simple phone conversation with the Husband. I've been trying to set up the 4way for sometime after the holidays. Also, I haven't seen or been with him in weeks and I missed him and his touch. So we got together in his office on Friday after work.

Mmmmmmm, he always leaves me sweaty and shaky. And in the throes of everything, I somehow banged my arm and leg on some office furniture. I also cut my toe open on this metal file something or another that was next to the little armless chair he has in there. I got rug burns from a chair next to his desk because I had my leg thrown up on it when I was bent over the desk and he was fucking me from behind.

I don't recall receiving any of these hurts. I just recall cumming very hard and moving all over the room. It was crazy. All needy and excited. Tugging on clothes, deep kisses. Sometimes, you have to let the animal out.

He invited me over to his house to meet his wife on Saturday night. I took him up on the offer. I've seen pictures of her and I've talked to her on the phone. She's very nice and funny and obviously cool because she let's me fuck her husband whenever I want. They took me to a bar to sing karaoke.

While in there, the tv screens were broadcasting the UFC fights. Amazing. I've watched them before, but Saturday, they had some great fighting. And bleeding. I was engrossed, but I still took time to socialize. I met a lot of the couple's friends and danced and sang. Then a man walked into the bar. He sat down close to where I was standing and dancing. "Tall, dark, and handsome" is very cliche, but perfect to describe this man. He was beautiful. But since I was with the couple and planned on staying the night with them, it was gauche to try to pick up someone else, don't you think?

I could feel his eyes on me almost the whole night and I ended up sitting next to him at the bar. He leaned over and asked, "So, you like the fight?" And he asked my name. Have you ever heard a Croatian speak? With that Eastern European accent, but not immediately identifiable? I asked where he was from and he said I probably didn't know it, but Croatia. I am familiar with the country and said so. He was surprised. His accent was incredible and it almost melted my panties right off of me. The wife was watching us and in the end, she invited him over to her home with a couple of other friends.

There is a fireplace and pool table in the couple's basement. They have speakers wired into the basement from their computer and great music was playing. We watched the men compete in pool and the wife said she thought her husband and the Croatian were playing for me. I found that funny and sexy at the same time. The Croatian threw the game. We watched him do it. He was sharking the table all night and completely blew a straight in shot. He knows how to be a polite guest. Can't beat a man on his own table....it's impolite.

He was a gentleman through and through. Opening doors, lighting my cigarette, hand on the small of my back when walking to the house. All those little things that European men do as a matter of every day interaction with women, but that American men rarely do anymore. It made me feel very feminine and at the center of his attention the whole time.

I snuggled up next to him, the Croatian, let's call him Mr. Stranger, on the couch in front of the fire. And he kissed me.

I melted.

He was a wonderful kisser. Soft and leaving me wanting more. I cupped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to me because I wanted to feel his lips again. We were putting on a show for the rest of the people around us. It was just the two of us in our own small bubble at that point. Before then, I had been sneaking off and kissing on the husband when I had the chance. If I caught him alone in the hallway, I'd wrap myself around him or kiss his neck. But when Mr. Stranger kissed me, all thoughts fled my brain but one. I had to have him.

The wife came over eventually to inform me of another room that had a futon. I dragged Mr. Stranger in there for privacy. But he was extremely conservative and wouldn't even remove his pants with people in the other room. So I popped into there and asked them all to go upstairs. I know, cheeky of me, considering it wasn't my house, but I was very worked up and a bit tipsy.

I finally got him naked. I kind of suspected this because of where he's from...he is uncut. And long. His skin was soft, his look very intense. And he did the most wonderful thing. Many times throughout the night, he would either hold my face or push my hair off my face and look me in the eyes and tell me how much he loved my eyes. Or how beautiful I was. Or he'd run his hands over my hips and say I was so sexy. It was not just once. All night and even the next morning when we were saying our good-byes, he told me all of that.

Men, learn a lesson here. You can never go wrong with telling a woman that. Or kissing her eyelids after saying that you are blown away by how gorgeous her eyes are. Or any of those tiny little things that make her feel special.

Wow.

I'm still reeling from the way he spoke and treated me.

Anyway, before we had sex on the futon, he asked if I had condoms. Since I wasn't expecting to sleep with a total stranger, no I did not. So wearing only a garter and black stockings, I ran upstairs where the couple was. Everyone else had left. I was holding my shirt in front of my breasts, but everything else was left completely exposed. I asked the wife if she had any. She has a whole boxful.

I grabbed one and went back downstairs.

He completely pounded me on that futon. And a bar across the middle of the seat was right in the center of my back and that's how I got the deep tissue bruise. I cannot sit back in my car seat or at work because it hurts so bad. It's swollen there too. But at that time, in the moment, it barely registered what was happening to my back because of what was happening between my legs.

He was a wonderful lover. At the end, he pulled off the condom and came on my stomach. And he brushed my hair back so he could "see my beautiful face" and I sucked his fingers into my mouth. They were covered in cum and he tasted so very nice.

We snuggled for a bit and then he asked if I had another condom. Oh my goodness. Quick recovery. I went upstairs to use the restroom and to seek out more rubbers. I guess the wife heard me in the bathroom and she snuck downstairs with the box of condoms and to lay out the bed in front of the fireplace. It was just the futon mattress and pillows and blankets. I went into the bedroom where the husband was in bed and I crawled under the covers with him. Still only wearing the garter and stockings and nothing else. Not even a shirt to cover my breasts. I kissed him for a while. And I apologized for not doing what we had planned. He kept saying it's ok because how often am I going to get the chance to sleep with a Croatian man?!? Eventually, I asked where the condoms were. He told me to turn on the light and we looked around. He was completely naked, standing there in front of the closet and I wanted to take him downstairs with me. But his wife came back and told me she had already set us up downstairs.

She was very cool about the fact that I was standing in her bedroom mostly naked and her husband was completely naked and we were digging through the drawers and cabinets. She just sent me along my way so she could go to bed. Showed me where the other firewood and restroom were and left me to my own devices.

I laid down on the floor with Mr. Stranger and we started kissing again and talking. I noticed that he had big love bites on his shoulders from me. I did not intend that at all but with everything going on, I guess I was biting and sucking harder than I thought. When I saw those, it dawned on me to perhaps ask if he was married. Thank goodness he wasn't. And then I asked if he had a girlfriend. He said he did, but she lived in Arizona and he liked her, but didn't love her and I guess she loves him. He's not too keen on that. He said in this wonderfully forlorn sounding voice that he's only been in love twice and both girls broke his heart. It was sweet and sad.

With the kissing and touching, he was hard again and he slipped on the condom. I was sore and lack of lubrication was a problem. I ran upstairs one more time to ask for latex friendly lube. I went back to bed and slathered some on me. He pulled me to him so I was spooned with my back against his front.

Then he took me anally.

I was surprised because he was very conservative in everything he did. When I tried to lick his balls, he was twitching and at first, I thought he liked it. But then he stopped me and said no. I asked why not. He couldn't come up with the word and then poked me in the ribs a couple of times and said it was like that. He was ticklish. I giggled and stopped what I was doing. I also tried to at least rub his ass a little with my fingers but he immediately reached out and stopped my hand from creeping closer to him. I got the hint.

So for him to press the head of his cock against my ass, I was taken by surprise. But I told him to go slowly and he did and then he fucked me hard that way, cumming in the condom and my ass.

It was close to 5:30 in the morning by then and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. We snuggled up and slept for a couple of hours. I woke up and we tried one more time in the morning, but unfortunately, with the friction damage from the condoms on my pussy, I was having a difficult time of it all and we had to quit. We both got dressed, exchanged numbers, and thank our hosts profusely. He walked me to my car and was so very sweet in saying goodbye. Gentle kisses on my lips and eyes and telling me he'd like to see me again.

I had a wonderful weekend. Exhausting and my body is paying for it but it was worth it. Every bruise was worth it.

Blondage adds.....kinda reminds me of my honeymoon. *wicked grin*

Sex and the Single Girl update!!!!

Blondage says....mmmmmmm......update from my friend SG on her adventures!!!!

Well, this weekend was bad and good.

I guess I'll hit the bad part first. I was supposed to meet the Husband in his office on Friday. I was very excited and unfortunately, he had clients show up at the last minute. He stepped outside to call me and give me the news. I was very disappointed, but he was worried that I would give up on him permanently. I reassured him that he has a life and so do I and things come up. I wasn't going to stop seeing him just because he had actual work to do in his office!! So nothing on that front.

Then, I had set up a rendevouz with the man who has canceled twice and stood me up once for a total of 3 occasions. Hmmmm, what should we call him? Mr. No-Show. That's applicable. He's so very good looking. And sincere in a way. And one time he canceled because I was on my period. I wanted to meet him anyway and make out and maybe give him some oral but for some reason, he's hung up on this "perfect meet" thing, so he said no. How many men do you know would turn down a blowjob like that? I like giving oral and was disappointed that time. Anyway, we had this meet set up and due to circumstances beyond his control (and this one I completely understand), he couldn't make it. I figure the gods are trying to say something so I told him that it's probably best if we give up. I'm tired of being all turned on, looking forward to finally getting together with him only to be disappointed again. It's too much.

So I dug around in my dresser drawer and found some old toys that I don't play much with anymore. I watched a lot of porn this weekend and had way too many orgasms. That was the best I could do. Oh, I also came over the phone for a friend of mine who I've flirted with and I've wanted to meet, but his life situation (kids and work) prevents us from finding time to get together. One of these days, I will get my hands on him but until then, I just occasionally have an orgasm over the phone for him. He listens and strokes himself and I can hear him breath hard on the other end when he cums. It's a poor substitute for real sex though. Sad weekend.

But then Mr. Oral came back into town. Yippee!! I wasn't sure where things stood between us. He canceled on me and I wasn't entirely positive if he wanted to see me again. I know it was a big football game and free tickets and all, but still, a girl can wonder if maybe he's just blowing her off, can't she?

He was very flirtatious in chat and hinted that he wanted me to come over tonight, but I was in my new flannel pajamas and drinking wine and not interested in driving that far only to have to come back home so I can get some sleep for work tomorrow. But in our chat conversation he said something that made me smile and gave me hope that things will continue as they are. He said I've made him cum harder than anyone he's ever been with. That's good news. I was surprised to hear it and secretly pleased. I know that the second time we met, the second time he came it started in his right leg and his whole body shook. I've never seen a guy cum like that and it was amazing and quite erotic to watch. Throughout the chat, he said things along the lines of him wanting to see me again and since I enjoy his tongue-ish ministrations and all around great bedroom behavior, I want to see him again pretty badly. So things look great on that front. Well, except for his interest in whether I've met the Husband again or not. I lied and left out the part where we were supposed to meet. I just said that I didn't meet the Husband and left it at that. He mentioned other "boy toys" and I didn't bring up Mr. No-Show either. I don't think he's possessive so much as jealous that I get a lot of chances to have sex because women who meet men are much rarer on that site.

At least, I hope that's what it is. I'd hate to have to give up all my playmates. But then again, if this gentleman wants to make things more serious, he can tell me and we can discuss things. I DID offer to set up a FMF for him. I'm going to call the wife of the swinger couple, the Wife to the Husband that I meet. She plays too and I will ask her if she'd like to meet. Maybe all 4 of us. Now wouldn't that be fun?!? I'll have to think about how to approach her on it. Maybe go through the Husband first. Run it past him, see what he thinks. I don't mind sharing Mr. Oral. He's so very much fun and I know she wouldn't be a threat for taking up more of his time than what he gives me. Yes, that was a bit of jealousy on my part. I'd prefer to be at the top of the list. And maybe that's what he wants too. He is at the top of the list and perhaps I should reassure him of that. Maybe he'll stop leaving hickies all over me. (insert silly grin here)

Blondage says.....that foursome thing.....OMG. That is sooooooo one of my fantasies!!!!