Speaker 1: Hey, wicked ones, Welcome to the rebroadcast of Nikky Live.
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Speaker 1: episode is pure Valentine filth dialed to eleven. We're talking
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Speaker 1: Remember this is your safe place to be completely honest, sweet,
Speaker 1: sinful listening darlings. Let's begin. Before we get things started,
Speaker 1: I wanted to put out there thank you for those
Speaker 1: of you who showed up. Also, I decided, since I
Speaker 1: have been asked many times in the last week since
Speaker 1: we've started the live shows, we're now gonna also go
Speaker 1: to daily episodes eight o'clock Central Standard time. Each day.
Speaker 1: We'll have a different theme. I've kind of got an
Speaker 1: idea of what themes I'm looking for the first one.
Speaker 1: I'm thinking like, I'm thinking that themes will change or
Speaker 1: some of them probably stay the same month to month,
Speaker 1: but then we'll have some different ones thrown in. But
Speaker 1: thinking like, since it is the last minute, I'm skip
Speaker 1: tomorrow so I can get all my my ducks in
Speaker 1: a row. But Monday, I think we're gonna I'm sure
Speaker 1: I have some old Valentine confess that I can dig
Speaker 1: up and we can talk about those. So that's kind
Speaker 1: of what I'm leaning towards on Monday. Could change, but
Speaker 1: that's kind of easy right there. And then by the
Speaker 1: hopefully by Monday night, Tuesday, maybe Wednesday, I'll have a
Speaker 1: schedule put up of what the theme will be each day.
Speaker 1: I do need to have everybody. It's up in the
Speaker 1: as a second branch, like a thread. I think it's
Speaker 1: just called of what is your favorite confession so far
Speaker 1: this month? Not erotic audio confession, the ones that are
Speaker 1: on one like Wednesdays and Fridays. So if you can
Speaker 1: think of that, maybe it'll make it into the live
Speaker 1: show on February twenty eighth. Maybe do that. Maybe I
Speaker 1: don't know, might be somewhere else, who knows. So tonight
Speaker 1: Oh okay, okay, So tonight's show is just like your
Speaker 1: favorite weekly drops, but with a delicious little twist. After
Speaker 1: each steamy confession, we'll pause, get cozy and dive into
Speaker 1: the juicy questions could we would we? And oh, so
Speaker 1: what exactly God is throbbing about it? And on today's show,
Speaker 1: a man flew into support his long distance girlfriend and
Speaker 1: ended up pounding her mom's perfect ass on the kitchen table.
Speaker 1: Still comes the hardest to calling his almost mother in
Speaker 1: law his whore a grinder by couple turned him into
Speaker 1: the creamy center of a filthy dpe sandwich asks filled
Speaker 1: while he's in hers already begging for round two. Who
Speaker 1: else got ruined by that perfect threesome and the landlord deal?
Speaker 1: He uses her pussy weekly rent vanishes now she preps
Speaker 1: with her vibrator, bites the sheets to hide the moans
Speaker 1: while her boyfriend pretends it's all just normal prey rent
Speaker 1: equals new addiction, that and so so much more. Are
Speaker 1: we already excited? I know which one I'm looking forward
Speaker 1: to again, have not read these, so we're just kind
Speaker 1: of flying by the seat of our pants, of both
Speaker 1: of us. What I did find interesting. I don't know
Speaker 1: if you're paying attention to anything that's going on in
Speaker 1: the Olympics, but the twenty twenty six Winter Olympics just
Speaker 1: served as the steamiest plot. I Mean, we all know
Speaker 1: it's nothing but a big orgy. It's it's a known
Speaker 1: secret kind of thing, right. The twist is this ten
Speaker 1: thousand free condoms vanished from Olympic village faster than you
Speaker 1: can say gold metal thrust. We're talking gone in just
Speaker 1: the first three days poof ten thousand gone like one
Speaker 1: night bad, one night stand stand ghosting at dawn maybe
Speaker 1: with roughly twenty nine hundred peak conditioned athletes cooped up,
Speaker 1: pomping adrenaline and indorphins. That's about three and a half
Speaker 1: rappers per person in seventy two hours. Clearly someone misunderstood
Speaker 1: quick release here, I'm thinking, right, So they talked to
Speaker 1: the IOC spokesperson, Mark Adams. He basically smirked at the
Speaker 1: presser ten thousands have been used for twenty eight thousand
Speaker 1: you know, sorry, two thousand, eight hundred athletes. Go figure. Translation,
Speaker 1: pros aren't just breaking records for the slopes, they're shattering
Speaker 1: personal best as well. I wonder if they are using
Speaker 1: IKEA as a you know, like the ones that don't
Speaker 1: get medaled or whatever. I wonder if they're using the
Speaker 1: most condoms to fuck out frustration and who wins the
Speaker 1: gold medal at that? But what I found interesting if
Speaker 1: you compare that to Paris in twenty twenty four, they
Speaker 1: had a stash of three hundred thousand condom buffet. They
Speaker 1: were allowed two per day in a for every horny Olympian,
Speaker 1: so you only got two per day. So if you
Speaker 1: compare that to what's only been done, like in the
Speaker 1: first three days, and I know we're way past day three,
Speaker 1: it's kind of stingy. So no wonder they kind of
Speaker 1: ran out right, But I mean ten thousand because you know,
Speaker 1: by the time the opening happens I call the TV
Speaker 1: festival festivities and stuff that from what I understand, it
Speaker 1: starts days before that. So from what I'm understanding, they
Speaker 1: ran out before before everything started, right, if I'm thinking right? Hmm?
Speaker 1: So my question is this for this little show, who's
Speaker 1: winning the real gold in stamina this year? Hm? I
Speaker 1: mean that's a lot of that's a lot, a lot
Speaker 1: of sex, a lot of sex, and I'd be better.
Speaker 1: I feel sorry for the cleaners. Hopefully they're disposing them
Speaker 1: in little tissues and putting them in the trash. They're
Speaker 1: not scattered, you know all, but still, you know, because
Speaker 1: sex smells, we all know it. Sex smells. I remember
Speaker 1: my brother snuck at his girlfriend One time. He was
Speaker 1: telling me he got snuck her out and I was like, well,
Speaker 1: and he said he put the sheets in the wash.
Speaker 1: And I said, you did fabreeze your room, right, and
Speaker 1: he would Why would I need for breeze a room?
Speaker 1: I said, sex has a smell, So basically, you just
Speaker 1: told them you had sex. So that was my sex
Speaker 1: talk with him. All right, you know what time it is.
Speaker 1: It's time for our dirty sounding riddle to ponder. Are
Speaker 1: you ready when it's hard and has hair on the
Speaker 1: outside and is sweet and sticky on the inside. Your
Speaker 1: mine's in the gut? Are already? I know? Cause mine was?
Speaker 1: Mine absolutely was. And again the answer at the end
Speaker 1: of the show, you were going to say something, This
Speaker 1: one was hard for me more than any others. I'll
Speaker 1: tell you that. I will tell you. Do you want
Speaker 1: to hint everybody that's gonna listen to this later, it's
Speaker 1: gonna go, yeah, hint, Lise, it has a C and
Speaker 1: a T in it. But remember it's completely clean. You
Speaker 1: know what time it is, It's time to sit back, relax,
Speaker 1: Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
Speaker 1: and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
Speaker 1: and me. Dear Niki, I've been lurking forever, listening to
Speaker 1: everyone's filthy secrets and getting hard just from the stories.
Speaker 1: But I finally built up the courage to share mine.
Speaker 1: English is in my first language, so forgive any weird phrasing.
Speaker 1: I just need to get this out. I was nineteen,
Speaker 1: a big, rubby built guy, in a long distance relationship
Speaker 1: with this sweet girl few years older than me. She
Speaker 1: lived with her parents, was dressing hard over exams, so
Speaker 1: I flew out to spend two weeks supporting her. I
Speaker 1: basically lived in their house. She studied eight to twelve
Speaker 1: hours a day at the library. We'd have lunch together,
Speaker 1: sleep together, just sleep. She was too anxious for anything else,
Speaker 1: and that seemed to calmer. Her dad left super early
Speaker 1: in the morning for work and came back late. That
Speaker 1: left me alone a lot with her mom. She was
Speaker 1: in her early forties, short burnette, tiny waist, but god,
Speaker 1: the biggest, softest, most perfect pair of tits I'd ever
Speaker 1: seen close up. And that insane summer heat. She stopped
Speaker 1: wearing bras around the house, just thin t shirts and
Speaker 1: baggy shorts. She kept telling me to get comfortable, take
Speaker 1: my shirt off, relax. But I was in my girlfriend's
Speaker 1: parents' home. I didn't dare. She noticed me staring every
Speaker 1: single day, and she got bolder, sitting right next to
Speaker 1: me on the couch, so her thigh pressed against mine,
Speaker 1: thinner shorts pants that rode up and showed that she
Speaker 1: wasn't wearing panties. I was nineteen, permanently hard, and my
Speaker 1: girl friend wouldn't even let me touch her because parents
Speaker 1: are home and too stressed. No quikies, no blow jobs, nothing.
Speaker 1: I was dying. Then one afternoon, she's cooking in the kitchen,
Speaker 1: insist I keep her company. Sweat, steam, water splashes. Her
Speaker 1: white T shirt turns basically see through nibbles, dark and
Speaker 1: hard against the fabric, thin pants wedged between her cheeks,
Speaker 1: showing off her perfect little ass. I'm sitting there with
Speaker 1: a painful erection, mouth dry and heart hammering. She catches
Speaker 1: me staring at her tits and just smiles. You like them,
Speaker 1: she asked, voice low. They're even prettier when I was younger,
Speaker 1: but not that bad for my age, right, I just
Speaker 1: gulp and nod like an idiot. She giggles and points
Speaker 1: to the obvious wet bulge in my shorts. You liked
Speaker 1: them that much? Did you come just looking at me?
Speaker 1: I tried to sound cool, Not yet. My voice cracks
Speaker 1: and she laughs harder. Then she leans her ass against
Speaker 1: the table and says, come here. What happens next is
Speaker 1: still the hottest thing that's ever happened to me. I
Speaker 1: basically ran into her, lifted her off the floor, and
Speaker 1: kissed her like I was starving. She wrapped her arms
Speaker 1: round my neck, licked my nipples, whispered how'd she been
Speaker 1: masturbating in the shower every day thinking about me? She
Speaker 1: wrapped her soap pussy against my crotch, threw our clothes
Speaker 1: while I with grabbed her ass, slid my fingers under
Speaker 1: her shorts, felt how drenched she was. I on the table,
Speaker 1: she straddled me, grinding harder, moaning she was my whore,
Speaker 1: A grained to every dirty thing. I growled in her ear.
Speaker 1: She came like that, just humping my clothes. Dick with
Speaker 1: my fingers, fucked her from behind, biting her ear, chanting
Speaker 1: fuck yes, fuck, yes, so good. Then she dropped her knees.
Speaker 1: Now at your a toy, big boy. She pulled my
Speaker 1: shorts down, stared at my cock like it was a treasure,
Speaker 1: stroked it, licked the tip, then swallowed almost all seven
Speaker 1: inches without blinking, deep throatd me like it was nothing.
Speaker 1: Let me grab her ponytail and fuck her face at
Speaker 1: my pace. Begged me to come on her face, then
Speaker 1: in her mouth. I told her I last forever. She
Speaker 1: just grinned and said her jaw was getting tired. Maybe
Speaker 1: we should try somewhere else. She stood up. I tried
Speaker 1: to slide into her pussy. She stopped me. No birth
Speaker 1: control and no condoms, then that filthy smirk. But if
Speaker 1: you eat me right, you can fuck my ass. I'd
Speaker 1: never done anal, never even come close, and I fucking
Speaker 1: love going down. I put her on the table, spread
Speaker 1: her legs, and buried my face in that meaty pussy,
Speaker 1: shaved lips, full bush. She left on purpose, so I'd
Speaker 1: noticed through her pants every day that she was commando.
Speaker 1: She grabbed my hair, shoved my face in her deeper,
Speaker 1: forced me to focus on her clip, and ground on
Speaker 1: my tongue until she screamed and came all over my
Speaker 1: face again. Afterwards, she was shaking, panting, smiling, licked on
Speaker 1: her own juices off my cheeks and whispered, you earned it.
Speaker 1: You're gonna fuck your hoarse ass now. She grabbed all
Speaker 1: the oil and slid on my cock, fingered her own
Speaker 1: ass to open up. I lost it. I've been over
Speaker 1: the table, rammed in. No slow start. She screamed, begged
Speaker 1: me to go slow, but I was done being nice.
Speaker 1: I called her every filthy name while I pounded her,
Speaker 1: choked her, lightly fingered her pussy at the same time
Speaker 1: made her come again. While my cock was buried in
Speaker 1: her ass. She sucked off her own juices off my
Speaker 1: finger like it was another dick. I came so hard
Speaker 1: I literal laced saw stars, pumping rope after rope into
Speaker 1: her while she milked me with her hips, moaning filled
Speaker 1: my ass. Yes, I love it. We collapsed on the floor, laughing,
Speaker 1: my softening cock still inside her. She rocked on to
Speaker 1: me a little longer, kissed me and said that was perfect.
Speaker 1: Thank you. I've wanted you forever. Then reality hit. In
Speaker 1: one hour, her daughter, my girlfriend, would be home for lunch.
Speaker 1: We showered together. She made me wash every inch of her,
Speaker 1: teased my cock back to full hardness, but said we
Speaker 1: were out of time. Next time, she whispered. Two days later,
Speaker 1: I made her bud an excuse about my grandma being
Speaker 1: sick and left. I couldn't look at my girlfriend in
Speaker 1: the eye, knowing I'd called her mom my whore and
Speaker 1: filled her ass with my coum. A week after that,
Speaker 1: I broke up with her in another city. I told
Speaker 1: her I was disgusting person and she'd deserved better. She screamed, cried,
Speaker 1: slapped me, punched me, and spat on me. I just
Speaker 1: took it. She blocked me everywhere. Mutual friends cut me off.
Speaker 1: Her dad called me on Christmas Day to say I'd
Speaker 1: always be family to him. That call destroyed me more
Speaker 1: than anything. Years later, the guilt is almost gone. What's
Speaker 1: left is the memory of that kitchen, her ass, gripping me,
Speaker 1: her begging for my com and now I'm ruined for
Speaker 1: Vanilla's sex. I crave mouse, I crave anal. I still
Speaker 1: get off thinking about it almost every time I jerk
Speaker 1: off Ninki. Have you ever crossed the line so big
Speaker 1: you knew there was no way back? Ever betrayed someone
Speaker 1: you loved and still get raw card remembering it the
Speaker 1: betrayal itself do the filthiest memories always win? In the end.
Speaker 1: Thanks for reading. I'm shaking just typing this out. The
Speaker 1: nineteen year old who fucked his mother in law in
Speaker 1: the kitchen and never recovered. This is going to sound
Speaker 1: really cold. Seriously, Yes I have, and no I don't
Speaker 1: feel guilty and I didn't doing it either. There's something
Speaker 1: to say about I mean milks of big tits and
Speaker 1: big asses. Yeah, would you feel guilty though, I mean
Speaker 1: she had him fly out and nothing and she was
Speaker 1: laying in bed with him. I would say it'd be
Speaker 1: something different if unless they had a conversation of where
Speaker 1: they were going to be, you know, nothing until they
Speaker 1: got married. But that wasn't said, so I don't know
Speaker 1: if we should bring that into the conversation. Maybe it
Speaker 1: should be kinda but we're not judging morality here. But
Speaker 1: I would say if they had the conversation, then yeah,
Speaker 1: that was bad. But I mean, I kind of go
Speaker 1: But this is where I go back to what my
Speaker 1: dad used to say. You know, if you don't take
Speaker 1: care of the house and everything in it and me
Speaker 1: willing to redecorate every now and then, that someone will
Speaker 1: take advantage of what you took. For Granted, I don't
Speaker 1: know this is hot. This is hot for me. I
Speaker 1: could see me being talked into this absolutely hands down.
Speaker 1: I can't say that I knew a Dilf, you know,
Speaker 1: or my boyfriend's dilf that I can think of. I mean,
Speaker 1: only one I could think of is he went on
Speaker 1: my radar at the time, you know. But yeah, now
Speaker 1: given a chance, I don't think I would, though, because
Speaker 1: his son quite was filling me, so I was completely
Speaker 1: sated and satisfied. I mean, I could get anytime I wanted.
Speaker 1: So that's probably why he wasn't on my radar. So
Speaker 1: I don't I'm not judging him here, and I wouldn't.
Speaker 1: I would tell him not to feel guilty, because I
Speaker 1: don't think I would, you know. I mean, she they
Speaker 1: don't take that long to give a handjab, blow job
Speaker 1: and come on now kind of sounded one sided right here,
Speaker 1: I am. Yeah, there's something. There's just something about the
Speaker 1: Dilves and Mills. And even though I'm in that category now,
Speaker 1: definitely Dilves, I can remember. Just there's just something about him.
Speaker 1: I don't, I don't know, It's just I guess I'm
Speaker 1: really glad that every person I've ever been with didn't
Speaker 1: have a father that was except for that one long
Speaker 1: time ago, and again I was stated, so there was
Speaker 1: nothing to really go after. I definitely give the mill five,
Speaker 1: you know. That's that's the abe. I've heard that a
Speaker 1: time or two, just a little bit yeah, an ah,
Speaker 1: that and some other things. Darcy tells me. I need
Speaker 1: to take it as as a compliment and smile. I'm
Speaker 1: working on it, dear Nikki. I've been buzzing since this happened,
Speaker 1: and I had to write it out before the high
Speaker 1: wears off. I'm still tasting it, so I've been on grinder,
Speaker 1: scrolling for that spark, and bam, the spy couple hits
Speaker 1: me up, mid thirties, hot as hell, looking for a
Speaker 1: younger guy to play with. Let's call them Joe and Jane.
Speaker 1: We chat, vibes are instant, and the next thing I know,
Speaker 1: I'm at the hotel room door, heart pounding, second marnside,
Speaker 1: no small talk. They're all over me. Joe presses up behind,
Speaker 1: grinding a rock ard cock against my ass through our clothes,
Speaker 1: hands roaming my chest. Jane's in front, chasing, teasing my
Speaker 1: dick for my jeans, then pulling her top down so
Speaker 1: her perfect tits are right in my face. I'm already leaking,
Speaker 1: moaning into her skin. Then they push me onto the bed,
Speaker 1: clothes flying off in seconds. Jane climbs on with me.
Speaker 1: We're making out hard, tongues, deep, hands everywhere, feeling each
Speaker 1: other up like we've been starving for it. Then Joe
Speaker 1: steps up, cock out thropping right between our faces. That's
Speaker 1: when he gets filthy. Jane and I drop down together,
Speaker 1: sucking his shaft, taking turns on the head, licking his
Speaker 1: balls while he crons above us. I love tasting his
Speaker 1: pre comb, salty and thick, dripping. Already, we're both worshiping.
Speaker 1: Our mouths are meeting around his dick. Jane slides down next,
Speaker 1: wraps her lips around my cock while I keep sucking
Speaker 1: on Joe. The rhythm is insane, her sucking me deep,
Speaker 1: me gagging happily on him. Then she pops up, grabs
Speaker 1: her strap on. Time to hope you up, baby. I
Speaker 1: flip onto my back, legs and ass presented. Joe straddles
Speaker 1: my chest and slapp his heavy cock on my face
Speaker 1: and feeds his balls. Not yet, don't make me come
Speaker 1: too soon. I'm looking and sucking and lost in it.
Speaker 1: Jane loops up and slides in slow at first, then deeper,
Speaker 1: stretching me wide, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl.
Speaker 1: I'm moaning around Joe's balls while she fucks me good,
Speaker 1: prepping me for the real thing. Once I am loose
Speaker 1: and begging, we switch. Jane gets in the same position,
Speaker 1: ass up ready. I slide into her tight hole, pumping
Speaker 1: slow then hard, finding my rhythm, feeling her clinch around me.
Speaker 1: Joe moves behind me, lines up, pushes in slow, then
Speaker 1: all the way, fuck being in her while he's buried
Speaker 1: in me. That deep sandwich is feeling unreal, the pressure,
Speaker 1: the fullness, the way every thrust pushes me deeper into her.
Speaker 1: It doesn't take long minutes of that perfect sink me
Speaker 1: pounding Jane's ass, Joe pounding mine, and I explode, filling
Speaker 1: her up with hot spurts. Right after, Joe grunts and
Speaker 1: unloads deep inside me, pulsing and flooding me. We collapse
Speaker 1: in a sweaty heap. Jane drives between my cheeks, licking
Speaker 1: Joe's come out of my ass with hungry little moans.
Speaker 1: I clean Joe's cock, sucking the last drops, tasting us mixed.
Speaker 1: Then I go down on Jane, lapping up my own
Speaker 1: come from her stretched hole while she sighs and pets
Speaker 1: my hair. After we just lay there, catching our breath, laughing, touching,
Speaker 1: softly cleaned up swap numbers, already talking about next time.
Speaker 1: I can't fucking wait. Thinking about it has me hard
Speaker 1: again right now, Nikki. Have you ever been the filling
Speaker 1: in that kind of perfect threesome sandwich? What's the hottest
Speaker 1: by dynamic you've ever heard or lived? Where everyone gets
Speaker 1: everything they crave? Does getting used like that, filled and
Speaker 1: filled at the same time make you crave round two immediately?
Speaker 1: Has anybody been on the grinder hook up and turned
Speaker 1: it into a pure fire like this? I need to
Speaker 1: know I'm not the only one ruined in the best way.
Speaker 1: Thanks for being the safe space, safe space, safe place.
Speaker 1: Oh my goodness to confess this, Dickey, I'm still shaking
Speaker 1: the younger guy who just got railed and reeled back.
Speaker 1: I like this. It was very hot, tender, you know,
Speaker 1: I think it's hot. I do having that threesome in
Speaker 1: that way. You know that you just kind of explore both.
Speaker 1: I think I would come hard even if I wasn't involved.
Speaker 1: It's like if I could just watch, But then the
Speaker 1: thought of being in the middle or being on the
Speaker 1: end while he's in the middle and you know, basically
Speaker 1: he's not really necessarily standing there, but the guy behind
Speaker 1: is fucking both of you technically, you know, that is
Speaker 1: that's kind of hot to me. I don't know if
Speaker 1: I'll ever get to do something like that, but I
Speaker 1: wouldn't say no with the right people just saying it
Speaker 1: just kind of sounds hot, or even be involved in
Speaker 1: with two men that that is definitely I don't It's
Speaker 1: not on my bucket list, but I you know, maybe
Speaker 1: it's a free space on a bingo card right now. Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Speaker 1: I could see that. It's it's interesting when you it's
Speaker 1: to me, I think anybody can explore anything if they
Speaker 1: were in the room when the sexual tension was I like,
Speaker 1: you know, it kind of makes you wonder, how you know,
Speaker 1: somebody walks in and they see everybody fucking and you
Speaker 1: kind of just shocked into it, and at what point
Speaker 1: are you kind of like out of logic land and
Speaker 1: you get horny too, and you join in and you
Speaker 1: just let it all go kind of thing. So, did
Speaker 1: you enjoy your exploration being fucked once? Is you just
Speaker 1: had one experience or multiple? I guess the once thing
Speaker 1: is a cloe here? Would you if they wanted round two?
Speaker 1: Would you have? Oh? You got toys too? You know?
Speaker 1: That was one of my favorite calls that a guy
Speaker 1: would call let me vibe him, or if they had
Speaker 1: the thrusting plug. I loved that. And the one thing
Speaker 1: that I'll never forget there was this guy who was
Speaker 1: stayed at a hotel and he was shoving all kinds
Speaker 1: of things up of his ass. And I remember when
Speaker 1: he got the remote, and I thought, I am definitely
Speaker 1: taking liesel with me to a hotel or at least
Speaker 1: something to clean things, just saying so I could say
Speaker 1: they do. And after the World II Shell last week,
Speaker 1: that just, in my mind explains how they stub anything
Speaker 1: for sexual gratification. I haven't ever been that horney where
Speaker 1: I wanted to shove anything up. I don't think I've
Speaker 1: always had a toy with me. Granted they may not
Speaker 1: have the charging cables per se, but yeah, and I
Speaker 1: always keep a plugged one around always. Yeah, I agree,
Speaker 1: because like I use my fingers, I'll have a good orgasm,
Speaker 1: but like if I use my womanizer, that sucks. My
Speaker 1: clad totally different, total different experience and same thing. That's
Speaker 1: why I don't really play with dildo's because why it's
Speaker 1: it's not the same, It doesn't fill me the same.
Speaker 1: So I just now my partner using one on me,
Speaker 1: hands down the best, hands down, Just saying I kind
Speaker 1: of think sometimes my sexual energy is kind of like
Speaker 1: a man, because I do feel like there's times I
Speaker 1: have that need and I just really need to go
Speaker 1: have a nice, big orcassm either be fucked or just
Speaker 1: use a toy. Absolutely, Dear Nikki, I've been sitting on
Speaker 1: this for weeks or playing it in my head every
Speaker 1: time I'm alone, and yeah, it makes me wet just
Speaker 1: thinking about it. I need to get it out before
Speaker 1: I explode. Me and my boyfriend have been together for
Speaker 1: a couple of years. We finally moved in together this
Speaker 1: tiny studio where we've been renting for twelve hundred dollars
Speaker 1: a month. Money's been tight and we miss full rent
Speaker 1: payments more than once, especially since it's weekly. Our landlord
Speaker 1: is a thirty five year old man who lives close by.
Speaker 1: He's always dropping in to collect, fix stuff whatever. He
Speaker 1: my boyfriend get along great. They chat like buddies every
Speaker 1: time he's over. Once back, we were short again. My
Speaker 1: boyfriend tells me the landlord offered to forgive the rest
Speaker 1: of the wrect if he could just come watch us
Speaker 1: have sex. I was floored, like, who casually asks that?
Speaker 1: But my boyfriend shrugged it off like it wasn't a
Speaker 1: big deal. In honesty, the idea of being watched made
Speaker 1: me tingle in ways I didn't expect. I said yes.
Speaker 1: First time was awkward as hell. He sat in the
Speaker 1: chair across the room, fully clothed except for his hand
Speaker 1: inside his pants, stroking while we fucked on the couch.
Speaker 1: I tried to focus on my boyfriend, but knowing those
Speaker 1: eyes were on me the whole time, I came harder
Speaker 1: than usual. We didn't talk about it. After the next week,
Speaker 1: same problem, short on rent. This time, the landlord ups
Speaker 1: it if he gets to join in. The rest is forgiven.
Speaker 1: My boyfriend brings it up like it's no big thing.
Speaker 1: I laughed at first, thinking he was joking. He wasn't.
Speaker 1: Fuck The math was tempting Cyril Wrent. My boyfriend said
Speaker 1: he was okay with it, so I said yes. He
Speaker 1: came over that night, said he'd watch first then join.
Speaker 1: As I'm making out with my boyfriend, dropped my knees,
Speaker 1: sucked him slow and deep. The landlord pulled out his cock,
Speaker 1: already winking and stroked while staring. Then it was our turn.
Speaker 1: I took. I crawled over, took him in my mouth
Speaker 1: while my boyfriend slid into me from behind. They spit
Speaker 1: roast me right there on the floor. My boyfriend came
Speaker 1: inside me fast. The landlord grinned and said, guess it's
Speaker 1: my turn. Now, flipped me on to my back and
Speaker 1: fucked my pussy hard and deep. I came so fast
Speaker 1: I couldn't hide it, shaking, clenching the whole thing. I
Speaker 1: bit my lip, trying not to scream. I didn't want
Speaker 1: my boyfriend to know how much I loved it. Landlord
Speaker 1: finished and sighed me soon after, pulled out, thanked us cash,
Speaker 1: and left. Before he walked out the door, he threw
Speaker 1: out a new deal. Once a week he gets to
Speaker 1: use my pussy, and the rent is free. No effort
Speaker 1: for me, no blowjobs, no riding, nothing, Just get in position,
Speaker 1: stay still and take it till he comes. My boyfriend
Speaker 1: answered for both of us before I could even process it. Deal.
Speaker 1: So that's what started happening every week he shows up.
Speaker 1: Last time, I was already worked up, used my vibrator
Speaker 1: in the bathroom beforehand so i'd be slick and ready.
Speaker 1: He walks in, tells me to get on all floors
Speaker 1: on the bed, legs close tight. I barely get into
Speaker 1: position before he's behind me, pans down and shoves all
Speaker 1: the way in one rough thrust. It's stung at first.
Speaker 1: He's bigger than my boyfriend, and he doesn't ease in.
Speaker 1: But God, the way he just used me, like I
Speaker 1: was there for purely his pleasure, it hits something deep.
Speaker 1: My boyfriend was literally ten feet away, separated by this
Speaker 1: half wall, sitting at the desk on his laptop like
Speaker 1: it was a total normal Tuesday. I tried so hard
Speaker 1: not to moan loud but the sheets and whimpered into
Speaker 1: the billow, whimpered into the pillow, but every thrust made me,
Speaker 1: my my body bestray me. He fucked me steady for
Speaker 1: fifteen minutes, hard, selfish strokes, then groaned and pumped me full,
Speaker 1: pulled out and said thanks, see you next week, and
Speaker 1: left like you just dropped off the mail. Not even
Speaker 1: two minutes later, my boyfriend comes over sees me still
Speaker 1: on all floors leaking the landlord's come, and gets hard Instantly.
Speaker 1: He slides in right where another guy just was sloppy
Speaker 1: seconds and fux me the same way. I came so
Speaker 1: hard I saw stars, and he did too. Afterward he
Speaker 1: was grinning ear to ear, sag, Babe, we're paying zero
Speaker 1: fucking wrint now this is amazing, And yeah we are
Speaker 1: Rent's gone. But every time the landlord leaves, I'm left dripping,
Speaker 1: thighs shaking, re playing how roughly he took what he
Speaker 1: wanted my how my boyfriend just let it happened, encouraged it.
Speaker 1: Even I pretend I'm only doing it for the free place,
Speaker 1: but deep down I quite crave that weekly visit now.
Speaker 1: The way he doesn't ask, doesn't romance it, He just
Speaker 1: uses my hole like it's his right. And then my
Speaker 1: boyfriend reclaims me right after. Turned on by the mess
Speaker 1: left in me, I feel guilty. I love my boyfriend,
Speaker 1: but I'm starting to look forward to Wednesdays more than
Speaker 1: I should. Nikki, have you ever had something start as
Speaker 1: just practical and turn into your dirtiest, dirtiest craving. Has
Speaker 1: any one else ended up in a rent for sex
Speaker 1: arrangement that quietly flipped into wanting it for real? Do
Speaker 1: you think my boyfriend secretly loves watching knowing I'm getting
Speaker 1: used to that? Or am I reading too much into
Speaker 1: his smiles? And for your listeners, what would you do
Speaker 1: if the hottest, most selfish fuck of your life came
Speaker 1: with zero rent attached? I'm thinking the boyfriend suggested it. Ugh,
Speaker 1: it depends. I mean, if it's if it's like a
Speaker 1: slumlord you know where they're in greasy wife beater shirts. No, no,
Speaker 1: not really, but you know we all can't rent someone
Speaker 1: sexy and sly and suave. I mean they have to
Speaker 1: be clean. See me in logical land thinking about this,
Speaker 1: I would if a situation was right, it only especially
Speaker 1: if it turned my boyfriend on. But again in logic land,
Speaker 1: I'm like, I don't know, I don't no, it is
Speaker 1: really hot, it it really really is hot. Hmm, And
Speaker 1: she continues, I'm so just typing this things for being
Speaker 1: the place. I admit it all. The girlfriend who's pussy
Speaker 1: pays the bills down. I don't know, I don't know
Speaker 1: it is hot. I mean I think any story we
Speaker 1: get that the boyfriend watches and reclaims that's really probably
Speaker 1: funking hot. Yeah, I did do, Dear Nikki. I've carried
Speaker 1: this one for years, like a dirty secret I can't
Speaker 1: quite shake. It started innocent enough, or at least that's
Speaker 1: what I told myself. Growing up, my parents dragged me
Speaker 1: to church every Sunday, not just attended, but fallen, told
Speaker 1: to help run the youth groups they led. There was
Speaker 1: this one girl who always was orbiting me. Ginger hair,
Speaker 1: peteep frame, shy smile. But even back then, you could
Speaker 1: tell she had a nice set of tents under those
Speaker 1: modest church dresses, above average, soft looking, the kind that
Speaker 1: made teenage me stare a second too long. She was infatuated,
Speaker 1: always finding excuses to sit next to me, brush against
Speaker 1: me during games, laughed too hard at my dumb jokes.
Speaker 1: I knew she had a crush. I just didn't do
Speaker 1: anything about it. Not Then fast forward several years. I'm
Speaker 1: in the Army, now home on leave. Parents still insist
Speaker 1: I come to church for old time's sake. I roll
Speaker 1: my eyes, but I go, and there she is again,
Speaker 1: all grown up, still ginger, still petite, but Jesus, she's
Speaker 1: turned into something stunning, quite blushing when she saw me,
Speaker 1: the same shy energy now wrapped in a woman's body.
Speaker 1: She had a boyfriend told me right away, like it
Speaker 1: was important. I know, said they had sex, but it
Speaker 1: was very vanilla missionary, lights off, quick and sweet, said
Speaker 1: it almost apologetically. Cheeks pink. We're talking in the hallway
Speaker 1: after the service, people milling around us. I start closing
Speaker 1: the distance, inch by inch until our thighs are touching
Speaker 1: on the pew. We wandered to. Her breath changes, getting
Speaker 1: shallow and quick. I rest my hand on her thigh,
Speaker 1: casual first, then firmer inside it higher under the hem
Speaker 1: of her skirt while I lean in and ask, have
Speaker 1: you ever thought about fucking another man? She whispers, I
Speaker 1: don't know, But her legs part just enough that tiny
Speaker 1: imitation is all I needed. My finger slips under her panties,
Speaker 1: find her already wet. I stroke her glit slow while
Speaker 1: she grips the edge of the pew. I s darting around.
Speaker 1: Someone might catch us. I ask if she wants to
Speaker 1: find out what it's like. She nods, barely audible. Yes.
Speaker 1: We kiss, hungry, desperate, right there in the shadows. Then
Speaker 1: I pull her into one of the unused Sunday school
Speaker 1: classrooms down the hall doors locked, skirt up, panty shoved aside.
Speaker 1: I bent her over the kid's sized table, pushed her
Speaker 1: inside one slow thrust. She was tight, soaking, whimpering my
Speaker 1: name like she'd been waiting years for this. I fucked
Speaker 1: her through the rest of the sermon, hard, deep, covering
Speaker 1: her mouth when she got too loud. She came twice
Speaker 1: before I filled her up. We straightened up, fixed her hair,
Speaker 1: walked out separately like nothing happened. Nobody noticed. That was
Speaker 1: the start for the next couple of years. Every time
Speaker 1: I was home on leave, or even when I wasn't,
Speaker 1: she was mine completely. I told her what to do,
Speaker 1: and she did it no hesitation. I made her send
Speaker 1: me pictures in church dresses with no panties, made her
Speaker 1: edge yourself during Bible study and text me when she
Speaker 1: was dripping, made her sneak into the bathroom and finger
Speaker 1: herself while the congregation sang hymns. And then I pushed
Speaker 1: her further. I told her to let older men from
Speaker 1: the church use her. Men She's known since she was
Speaker 1: a kid, deacon's Sunday school teachers, guys who's shaken my
Speaker 1: dad's hand. After sermons, I set it up, tell her
Speaker 1: where to be and what to wear or what not
Speaker 1: to wear, and how to act. She'd go shy and
Speaker 1: trembling at first, then came back to me later, soaked
Speaker 1: and marked, telling me every detail while I fucked her again.
Speaker 1: She never told her boyfriend, not once. He thought she
Speaker 1: was the perfect church girl. Meanwhile, she was getting railed
Speaker 1: by me and half a dozen other men I picked
Speaker 1: out for her, all while smiling sweetly at Potluck's. I
Speaker 1: don't know if I corrupted her or just woke up
Speaker 1: what she was already there. Either way, she loved it,
Speaker 1: craved the secrecy, the shame, the way I owned her
Speaker 1: body and gave away pieces of it away. Eventually, life
Speaker 1: pulled us in different directions, deployments, relationship whatever. I drifted,
Speaker 1: But I still think about her sometimes. How that shy
Speaker 1: ginger girl from the youth group turned into the dirtiest
Speaker 1: secret the church never knew it had. Nikki has somewhat
Speaker 1: have have you? Have you ever known someone who seemed
Speaker 1: so pure on the outside, but once you cracked the shell,
Speaker 1: they were filthy for you. Has anyone ever let you
Speaker 1: push their boundaries that far? Passed fadella past cheating into
Speaker 1: straight up being used by whoever you said. Do you
Speaker 1: think she still thinks about it the way I do?
Speaker 1: Or did she bury it all when she moved on?
Speaker 1: And for your listeners, what's the most forbidden place or
Speaker 1: person you've ever fucked with, in in or with and
Speaker 1: did it ruin them or you? For normal sex? I
Speaker 1: still get hard remembering how she whispered yes, sir before
Speaker 1: dropping to her knees. Something she'd never leave you. The
Speaker 1: soldier who turned Sunday school into skin sin. Sorry, Oh wow,
Speaker 1: this makes me think of all the the ay. This
Speaker 1: makes me think of all the porn out there, of
Speaker 1: the people getting fucked in confessionals. This is what this
Speaker 1: makes me think of. It's got to happen, right. So
Speaker 1: there was this caller and he was exploredive, so he
Speaker 1: explored everything. He liked bathouses though, but the one thing
Speaker 1: he did tell me was it is a popular kink.
Speaker 1: The one thing he would tell me is that he
Speaker 1: dated this woman once and she brought him back like
Speaker 1: after like then Sunday evening, well, in Sunday evening they
Speaker 1: would go to the basement and there were people like
Speaker 1: he was saying from the church that it was like
Speaker 1: swingers from the church, but they only did church people,
Speaker 1: you know, and it was kind of like a free
Speaker 1: from awful what I understand because the deacon or pastor
Speaker 1: whatever you want to call it was biflexible and he
Speaker 1: loved wearing panties, and yeah, it was crazy. So now
Speaker 1: when I pass one of those churches that are like
Speaker 1: tiny churches and stuff like that, I do think of
Speaker 1: stuff like this, but I wouldn't say I knew anybody
Speaker 1: that was like this. Have I ever been with someone?
Speaker 1: I would say that, yes, that opened my eyes? Absolutely,
Speaker 1: I have been. What about you? Not in a church setting,
Speaker 1: but someone that pushed my boundaries? Oh wow? Really not
Speaker 1: yet that's better. Not yet is not really as negative.
Speaker 1: Not yet is a good one. But I'm wondering if
Speaker 1: you're already kinky. You don't seem shy, but then you know,
Speaker 1: when you're behind a screen and keyboard, it's easy to
Speaker 1: be brave. But I kind of get the drift from you.
Speaker 1: You're not that shy. What's the one thing that Have
Speaker 1: you ever been in a sexual situation where things just
Speaker 1: took it up? Another notch in it? And for you
Speaker 1: another notch, not meaning anybody else. You know, I'm not
Speaker 1: asking you to jump from a chest or a dresser
Speaker 1: drawer dressed as Superman and try to save the tied
Speaker 1: up woman or anything you're thinking, right, well, you know,
Speaker 1: even yeah, so even if there's no sex, like no
Speaker 1: penetration with digits, still the whatever we do is still sexual.
Speaker 1: Even if it's just words and seft touches. Those are
Speaker 1: anything that bubbles up and makes us harder, completely wet,
Speaker 1: I think falls under the sexual category here. See, there
Speaker 1: you go. It's just like I don't know when you
Speaker 1: started listening, but there was. I did a show in
Speaker 1: up in Memphis, Missouri at the Natural Pines. It's a
Speaker 1: newdiest resort and it just kind of caters to anything
Speaker 1: under the sex umbrella, right, And they asked me to
Speaker 1: do a live show, which I kind of threw together.
Speaker 1: But I came up with this idea because they had
Speaker 1: this on their small, tiny stage to have this Saint
Speaker 1: Andrew's Cross. And I picked two people too, I trust.
Speaker 1: One of them was a woman that I was I'm into,
Speaker 1: and so the thing was I put her and her
Speaker 1: husband together and I asked him, does he have permission
Speaker 1: to pick out three people that you absolutely trust that
Speaker 1: you would fuck, and she said yes, And I basically
Speaker 1: I told her, I said, what we're going to do
Speaker 1: tonight is we're gonna put you on the St. Andrew's Cross,
Speaker 1: and I'm gonna whisper dirty things near your hair or ear,
Speaker 1: not hair, and while the other three because you and
Speaker 1: you won't know, your husband is forbidden to tell you who.
Speaker 1: But while three people that you absolutely would be okay
Speaker 1: with sexually pleasing you, you know, do whatever things do
Speaker 1: you while I spring your dirty things to year. So
Speaker 1: it's kind of like that, you know, Abe, that's I mean,
Speaker 1: that's that's as close as her and I has gotten mud.
Speaker 1: But I will tell you that we had a bit
Speaker 1: towels down because she's a squirter and she passes out,
Speaker 1: and I'm I'm proud. I understand when a man can
Speaker 1: make it, gets proud of making his girl pass out.
Speaker 1: I was quite proud of myself. I'm just gonna put
Speaker 1: that right there. Yeah, I did it to another guy,
Speaker 1: and then I did it a couple of weeks later
Speaker 1: to two other couples too, So yeah, it's kind of
Speaker 1: it worked out really well. So But otherwise I haven't
Speaker 1: done it with anybody else, so I don't know if
Speaker 1: it's something I would ever offer if I had to go,
Speaker 1: you know, look got asked to go to a club
Speaker 1: or anything. But yeah, it was hot as fuck with
Speaker 1: her though since it's been like this teasing dance between
Speaker 1: the two of us. With her, well, I there was
Speaker 1: one thing I knew I wanted to do because I
Speaker 1: was the one person that they would know what. I
Speaker 1: would always make sure I was grounded to them so
Speaker 1: they could feel like if I moved my hands, my
Speaker 1: hand would start on their hip or shoulder, arm, whatever,
Speaker 1: they would know that's my touch. I am there. So
Speaker 1: it's one thing I wanted well with her. I she
Speaker 1: was I can't remember if she was naked or not.
Speaker 1: I think she was, but I'd have my hand on
Speaker 1: my hip. But it was like not like a grounding
Speaker 1: type of touch. It was more of a sensual type
Speaker 1: of touch, like I would run my hand up in
Speaker 1: places and across her neck and you know, kind of
Speaker 1: nibble her shoulder or ear while I'm talking very dirty
Speaker 1: to her, just like I talked dirty to you guys.
Speaker 1: But yeah, I do think of that every now and then.
Speaker 1: As hot as fuck, Darann, your rinky. I'm still reeling
Speaker 1: from Friday. My hands are shaking as I type this,
Speaker 1: and I've reread the mistext a hundred times like it'll
Speaker 1: shange what happened. My boyfriend and I have been opening
Speaker 1: up about fantasies lately. Nothing too wild at first, but
Speaker 1: it's been fun hot even last week. His turn to
Speaker 1: pick something we'd try, he brings up glory holes. You know,
Speaker 1: the classic anonymous cock through a hole in the wall,
Speaker 1: no faces, no names, pure filthy thrill. I've always gotten
Speaker 1: wet thinking about the level of stranger sex, the risk,
Speaker 1: the mystery, the way it strips everything down to raw need.
Speaker 1: So yeah, I was very into it. He found a
Speaker 1: spot not far from his office, a highway rest area
Speaker 1: with out of order bathrooms that apparently had active glory holes.
Speaker 1: The plan was simple. I'd go at five thirty PM,
Speaker 1: slip into the last stall, into the men's side, the
Speaker 1: out of order one, and wait. He'd show up after
Speaker 1: work as as an anonymous guy on the other side.
Speaker 1: I'd even practice the signal fingers through the hole to
Speaker 1: say ready, I got there a little early heart racing.
Speaker 1: The bathroom was empty, dingy smelled like old piss and
Speaker 1: bleach blast all sure enough. A metal plate on the
Speaker 1: wall through the screw tight and three loose. I unscrewed them.
Speaker 1: The plate drops, dangling by that last screw, and there's
Speaker 1: the hole, small but big enough, perfect five thirty hits.
Speaker 1: I hear footsteps, squeaky shoes on the tile. I've teased
Speaker 1: them about those shoes forever. They've always squeaked like that.
Speaker 1: The stall next to mine closes locks. I push my
Speaker 1: fingers through the hole like we planned. Seconds later, a
Speaker 1: hard cock slides through, thick, fainy, already leaking. I dropped
Speaker 1: to my knees and take him in my mouth. Saull salty,
Speaker 1: pre come. It's my tongue, extra salty. But I'm so
Speaker 1: turned on I don't care. I stroked the shaft, swirl
Speaker 1: my tongue. Wish the hole was bigger so I could
Speaker 1: get his balls too, But this is still heaven. I'm soaked.
Speaker 1: I reach down my pussy, scushing panties ruined. I stand,
Speaker 1: turn around, guide his tip into my entrance. He moans
Speaker 1: through the wall, low and eager. I prop one foot
Speaker 1: on the toilet seat, hands on the grab bar, and
Speaker 1: sink back on to him full, deep, perfect. I ride
Speaker 1: him for a bit, then press my ass flush to
Speaker 1: the wall so he can take over. He fucks me hard,
Speaker 1: steady thrusts that make me moan louder than I should
Speaker 1: in public. I'm desperate for his come, begging under my
Speaker 1: breath for him to fill me. A knock on the
Speaker 1: wall his signal. He pulses and unloads deep inside me.
Speaker 1: Hot spurts flooding my pussy. He pulls out slow, comes,
Speaker 1: drip down my thigh immediately. Then he speaks, fuck that
Speaker 1: felt amazing. That voice not my boyfriend's deeper rougher, completely wrong.
Speaker 1: My stomach drops, I freeze, leg shaking. Is still come,
Speaker 1: is still leaking out of me. I don't move, don't
Speaker 1: breathe just wait for him to leave. Saw door opens, footstep,
Speaker 1: spade squeaky, shoes gone. I grabbed my phone one misstext
Speaker 1: from my boyfriend. Time stepped till maybe ten minutes earlier.
Speaker 1: Had to work late. Can we try this next weekend?
Speaker 1: I almost threw up right there on the stall floor.
Speaker 1: Some random stranger just fucked me raw through a glory
Speaker 1: hole at a rest stop. Filled me and I came
Speaker 1: harder than I have in months, thinking it was my boyfriend.
Speaker 1: I cleaned up the best I could, wiped the cum
Speaker 1: off my leg, fixed my skirt, snuck out like nothing happened.
Speaker 1: Drove home in a daze. Boyfriend got home later, all smiles,
Speaker 1: asked how my day was. I mumbled something and went
Speaker 1: to the shower, stood under the water, forever feeling the
Speaker 1: ache between my legs, replaying every second. Part of me
Speaker 1: is horrified the risk, no condom, no idea, who he was,
Speaker 1: could have been anyone, STDs, pregnancy, scare all of it.
Speaker 1: Part of me is still turned on, like disgustingly turned
Speaker 1: on the denomininity. I craved it was real, too real.
Speaker 1: I didn't know him, he didn't know me, and he
Speaker 1: used me exactly like I fantasized. I haven't told my
Speaker 1: boyfriend yet. I don't know how do I confess? Do
Speaker 1: I pretend it never happened and rescheduled for the next
Speaker 1: weekend like nothing's wrong? Do I go back alone? Nikki?
Speaker 1: Has anyone ever had a fantasy go so wrong it
Speaker 1: circled back to feeling right? Ever been filled by a
Speaker 1: stranger thinking it was someone safe and then craved more
Speaker 1: of danger. What would you do if you were me
Speaker 1: tell him everything, keep the secret or chase that rush again.
Speaker 1: Tell me, listeners, spill your accidental gloryhole, strange, your mix
Speaker 1: up stories. I need to know. I'm not the only
Speaker 1: one who's supposed to betray them this hard. I'm a mess, wet, guilty, scared,
Speaker 1: and horny all at once. Help the girl who got
Speaker 1: creampied by the wrong man at a rest stop. Okay,
Speaker 1: here's the thing. I would have fested up immediately because
Speaker 1: this wasn't her fault. You know, this absolutely wasn't. So
Speaker 1: I would have fested up immediately. I gloryholes, yeah, I would.
Speaker 1: It would have to be something like this, But this
Speaker 1: is exactly what I'd be afraid of. I've watched too
Speaker 1: many horror movies to actually try something like this, So
Speaker 1: it have to be a controlled gloryhole. I'm just saying, like,
Speaker 1: just controlled, because this is just yeah. But then again,
Speaker 1: there's that guy. He goes around to like outside parks
Speaker 1: and gets fucked raw. But I don't know what kind
Speaker 1: of car he drives, but I'm actually impressed because he
Speaker 1: ends up laying kind of hiss me really short, because
Speaker 1: he lays across his front seat and he spreads his
Speaker 1: legs wide, like out the front door, and he lets
Speaker 1: men more women do anything with them, right, But if
Speaker 1: he wants sex, he wants them to fuck him. He
Speaker 1: passes over our condom and basically saying no condom, no sex.
Speaker 1: So if they don't want the condom, they just come
Speaker 1: all over his legs and stuff like that. But it's
Speaker 1: basically a mutual masturbation thing that sometimes starts into sex.
Speaker 1: It's really hot actually that I might be okay with,
Speaker 1: like if they would take the condom, right, But there's
Speaker 1: so many scary people out there, but this is so hot.
Speaker 1: So for me to track glory hule with the people,
Speaker 1: I would be okay with fucking. It would have to
Speaker 1: be a controlled space, which kind of takes some stuff
Speaker 1: out of it, but not really. What do you think?
Speaker 1: And if that was you in, you know, meeting up
Speaker 1: with your significant other, would you keep it from would
Speaker 1: you tell them as soon as you go home? You'd
Speaker 1: keep it a secret, That's true. I'd be tempted to
Speaker 1: tell because I mean I didn't know. I mean, according
Speaker 1: to my phone, he told me you were coming, you know,
Speaker 1: I mean kind of sounds like that she had just
Speaker 1: got to the bathroom and got everything set up and
Speaker 1: the text possibly came through, but at that point the
Speaker 1: guy probably was there and we're already going to town.
Speaker 1: You know, Ice will finish. I'm just saying, Okay, these
Speaker 1: stories tonight, kitchen tables turned altars of forbidden lust, grind
Speaker 1: her hookups that left bodies trembling in perfect sinc rent
Speaker 1: paid and raw, weekly surrender, church pews hiding the dirtiest conversations,
Speaker 1: and that gut punch gloryhole mix up where fantasies crashed
Speaker 1: into filthy an a reality. These confessions remind us desired
Speaker 1: does not play by rules. It sneaks in through crack doors,
Speaker 1: family ties, practical deals, scared sacred spaces, and even walls
Speaker 1: with holes. It betrays who we think we are, leaves
Speaker 1: us dripping with guilt and craving more. And somehow, the
Speaker 1: filthiest moments, the ones that shatter, trussed with white boundaries
Speaker 1: or just plaine use us, are the ones that burn
Speaker 1: the brightest when we're alone later, with hands between our legs,
Speaker 1: chasing that high all over again. So tonight, as Valentine's
Speaker 1: fades and the world present pretends to sleep, ask yourself,
Speaker 1: what's the line you swaar, you never cross the one
Speaker 1: memory that still makes you throb the hardest when you do.
Speaker 1: And the answer to your riddle, are you, Rennie, I'm
Speaker 1: waiting for you. It's coconut, coconut a tree. That's a
Speaker 1: good guess, But I told you I had to see
Speaker 1: a tea. So here's a little taste, a little sinful
Speaker 1: preview of what's dropping this Thursday for my subscribers. I
Speaker 1: remember the way the bar's dim lights caught their eyes.
Speaker 1: Two strangers, tall, confident, leading in close as we flirted
Speaker 1: over whiskey sours. Their names were Alex and Jordan, or
Speaker 1: at least that's what they told me. Their voices were low, teasing,
Speaker 1: drawing me in with compliments that made my skin tingle.
Speaker 1: You're captivating, Alex whispered, his fingers brushing my arm. Jordan smiled, adding,
Speaker 1: we'd love to show you just how much I left
Speaker 1: it off at first. But the heat between us built
Speaker 1: until I found myself nodding following them up to their
Speaker 1: hotel room, my heart pounding with that delicious mix of
Speaker 1: nerves and excitement. Now here I am, and the cool quiet.
Speaker 1: They're sweet. They've guided me to a plush armchair, the
Speaker 1: kind with wide arms and soft leather that creaks under
Speaker 1: my weight. My wrists are bound gently but firmly to
Speaker 1: the chair's arms with silk ties. Nothing rough yet just
Speaker 1: enough to make me feel exposed, vulnerable. See that's only
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Speaker 1: uncensored version the Hitcher Feet this Thursday. No cuts, no teasing,
Speaker 1: just me talking you all the way through it.