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*