He left marks everywhere on me. [FM]

Boring. It had been such a boring day at the guesthouse where I was staying. There was no one around except for a huge group of school kids and their teachers. There was a ping pong table and a foosball table and not even one single person to play with.

Tinder matches had been boring. After a few very useless conversations, I had found a pretty young local guy who lived just a few kilometers away. He had said we could meet up the next night. Nice. He had asked me what I wanted to do. I had said we could go for some beers first. I know a place where they have great beer not far from there. He had said he actually wanted to know what I liked doing. If I liked anal. I was quite taken aback, because we had not had much of a conversation yet, but I said yes, I love it. He had asked if we could meet in the room where I was staying, but I was sleeping in a dorm so this was not possible. I had asked if we could go to his place, but he was living with his parents. He had said anyway it would have been a quickie as he would have been done fucking me after half an hour or so, so he had said we can do it anywhere in the bushes just outside the village, but I had said I am not interested in a guy who can’t last longer than half an hour, so I had unmatched him and moved on. Later on, I had found another guy with whom I had started an interesting conversation, but he was one hour away from me and there was no way we would be able to meet up that week. We would continue chatting for a month or two without being able to meet up. But that’s for another (not so sexual) story.

The village was boring. I went to a bar to watch football in good company, I hoped, but the bar was boring. Just a few locals were there and the whole place seemed pretty dead. The football match was also pretty boring and the fact that they were showing it without audio didn’t help. At least they have delicious local beer in this place and I was enjoying that as I kept chatting on and off to the Tinder guy who was one hour away. He seemed very interesting but not so flirty, so nothing was turning me on.

I was sitting at the bar, I don’t mind doing that at all, even if it may seem strange that a woman sits alone at the bar and enjoys it. At this point I was genuinely interested in watching football and having an innocent chat with some locals, to put an end to all that boredom, that’s it. What is more, I had already had great sex two nights before, but that’s also for another story.

Just before the half time, the bartender told me: excuse me madam, that guy over there would like to invite you for a drink. Well, it was exactly that only one guy who had caught my eye so far in the bar. Maybe he had noticed that I had been shyly checking him out, but he later said that he never noticed that. He had shiny blue eyes and what seemed to be a very nice body, but to be honest at that point I had not checked him out in detail and he was at the other end of the bar so I couldn’t really see that well.

I thought about his offer for a second and remembered that a few nights before, in the city where I live, I was sitting at the bar with a girl I know, and we got offered a drink by a guy. In that case the guy was pretty unattractive and I wanted to decline the offer, but the other girl said why not, if he’s so stupid to spend money buying us drinks let’s let him do it, we don’t have to give him anything in return except maybe for a brief conversation. So in this case I also thought okay, cool, I’ll take up his offer, so he paid for a beer and I thanked him from across the bar and that was it for the moment.

During the half time he left his seat to go outside for a cigarette. He walked past me and he was really stunning. Not only he had beautiful eyes, but he looked very smart and funny (intelligence is sexy!), had some sexy ear piercings and an impressively strong body with a couple of nice tattoos. He was not too tall and didn’t seem like the kind of guy who is obsessed with working out, he rather seemed like a person who got a nice body through leading a very active life. And I later found out that I was right.

He walked past me and smiled, I said thanks again for the beer and introduced myself. He asked me if I smoke and I said no, but that I would be happy to go outside with him and chat while he smoked his cigarette. I grabbed my jacked and joined him outside. It turns out he is a regular at that bar and lives just round the corner. Our conversation was simple, but really enjoyable. He was curious to know why I travel alone and sit alone at a bar and he asked me if I have a boyfriend. I told him no, I don’t have one. And that I enjoy spending time on my own and traveling at my own pace. That I have a lot of people in my life, but I enjoy my freedom and the ability to do whatever I want, whenever I want.

He was very curious about me and I was very curious about him. We went back inside and sat next to each other at the bar and kept chatting all the time during the second half of the game. I didn’t watch much of it to be honest, but it was still quite boring, I was told the next day. The bar got much more crowded at this point. He wanted me to drink some shots with him, but I didn’t want to get too drunk so I told him I would stick to beer. And there was no need to get me drunk, we were having a genuinely great conversation and I was already so drawn to him!

He said he was supposed to wake up very early to go to work the next day, but he didn’t want to go home for now, and he kept drinking and talking with me. I guess the bartender and the other bar regulars were watching us as they hardly ever see a woman show up alone at the bar in this tiny village where there is not much to see or do.

We went outside a few more times so that he could smoke and then went inside again for drinks. We talked to a couple of other locals at the bar, who were also wondering what the fuck I was doing in that village. As we were again at the bar and lost in our conversation again, our legs touched. I was wearing jeans shorts with black stockings and old training shoes, quite an old t-shirt and no bra. As we were standing next to each other and our legs touched, he looked me in the eye and our body got closer and closer until we kissed. I am sure the whole bar was watching us as we were in the middle of it. I think my hard nipples must have been visible to everyone around us through my t-shirt as I was so aroused. We kissed for some time, then grabbed our drinks and went outside. We sat on the doorstep of the shop next to the bar and kept making out. He put his hands between my legs and stroked heavily along the inside of my hips. I had my hands under his clothes but before I went too far, he said we should go somewhere else because there were too many people around us. I actually enjoyed the idea that people could watch us, but it was his village and his favorite bar and he knew everyone there. Luckily he said he lived just round the corner and we could go to his apartment. So we went inside, left our now empty glasses, said goodnight to the bartender and disappeared.

It didn’t take us any longer than five minutes to get to his house, and as soon as we were inside, he pushed me on his bed. He had a very low bed, basically two single mattresses placed on a thin wood platform on the floor. I love this kind of beds, because they’re very stable when you have sex. I hate beds that make a lot of noise, it really turns me off. But his bed was just the opposite. The only problem with it was that the two mattresses were not kept together by anything really, so you would end up all the time between them and just with your bare back or your hands on the wood platform. And that really hurt.

Well, a lot of things hurt! He was wild and I loved it. He was wild and rough. He didn’t ask me if I wanted to use a condom, and I didn’t ask him either, to be honest that was very stupid of me and scared the fuck out of me in the weeks and months to come, but I later got tested and everything was fine. Anyway, he had to wake up at five to go to work, but he didn’t get any sleep. He just fucked me hard, rough and raw through the night. He had a piercing on his nipple and I loved sucking it. And his ears and the piercings there. He had me on all fours and fucked me from behind. He lay on his bed, which was soon a total mess, and let me take control of everything and hold his wrists as tight as I could and ride him and take as much pleasure as I could from him. And he did give me a lot. He came everywhere on my naked body and took me to the shower in the small bathroom that was just next to his room so I could clean myself up while we were showering, but he kept fucking me in the shower, standing. I was cold as we got totally wet in the shower and he had stopped the water from running, so we went back to the bed and under the blankets where we went from wet to sweating in a matter of seconds.

He hardly got any rest. He sucked on my neck, my shoulders, my boobs, my arms. He left marks everywhere on me. Marks and bruises, because it was all so rough. At some point I felt my pussy was exhausted and sore and he noticed, but he had no lube and I let him go on without that even if it hurt. I had been fucked all night long by another guy back home two nights before and it was starting to hurt. I didn’t tell him about that, I just let him continue with what he was doing, it was just great.

As his alarm went off and he had to go to work I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. He had mentioned earlier that I could sleep at his house and just close the door behind me and leave later in the day. But as he got ready to go to work he didn’t mention this again, so I got dressed and walked out with him. He didn’t leave his number, nor did I leave mine. He made jokes about the fact that the next night at the bar everyone would make fun of the two of us. I said goodbye and walked back to the guesthouse along a completely dark road, which scared the fuck out of me.

I spent most of the following day in bed except for chatting a bit with the Tinder guy who lived one hour away and who asked me if I had had a good night. I told him football had been boring, but beer had been delicious and that I was happy with that. I got naked to take a shower and noticed the amount of bruises and marks on my body. Some were pretty visible – on my wrists, my arms, my neck. I realized I would have to wait a few days before texting the guy I was then seeing back home – the guy who had fucked me hard a few nights before – because even if we had no strings attached, I didn’t feel like telling him that someone else had fucked me as hard as he had while I was on my trip. However, that might have been a mistake, because I now think he might have loved to hear how I was getting fucked by others and not trying to be exclusive with him.

In the evening, I long hesitated before showing up at the bar to see if the guy was there. The next morning I would have to catch the train back home. Before I went inside, I wrote a short note for him saying how much I had enjoyed myself and leaving my number just in case I would one day end up again in the area. I wore a hoodie and a scarf to hide the marks on my skin and hoped that not too many people from the night before would be there. A few of them were there indeed, but he wasn’t. I felt their eyes on me as I approached the bartender and gave him my note for the guy. The bartender said he had briefly been there but had gone home because he was really tired, and winked at me. I was a bit disappointed not to see him again, but that was understandable I would say.

The next night, as I was back home, I got a text from him, he had got my message and said how nice everything had been. We sexted for a few days and exchanged photos and I really wanted to see him again. But everything faded out after some days and when a few weeks later I asked him if he would be interested in meeting again at the weekend, he said he was busy and that was it. We never texted again. A few people asked me about the bruises, which took almost a week to disappear so I could finally meet up with the other guy. My pussy had meanwhile also recovered from that sex marathon and I was able to enjoy myself again for a few endless nights. But that’s another story.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cz4x8l/he_left_marks_everywhere_on_me_fm