Speaker 1: Hey, you filthy devents. Welcome back to another episode of
Nikki After Dark, where we dive deep into your dirtiest,
most honest confessions. I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're
getting extra spicy. Here are three teasers of what you're
here on the show tonight. A thirty seven year old
landlord walks in on his hot twenty year old blonde
tenant riding her boyfriend on the living room sofa, and
instead of leaving, she keeps bouncing while staring straight at
him with a wicked smile. A married mom on a
long flight gets upgraded and finds herself sitting next to
a smooth, confident French stranger. Things get very handsy under
a scarf at three thirty thousand feet while her husband
sits rows behind her, and a reserved straight twenty five
year old guy who's about to get married secretly rides
a seven inch dildo for hours. Fantasy about being converted
into an eager cow core by experienced man. Stick around
because these stories are very delicious. Hello OyamO, how are
you Do you ever think the scholar that you named
yourself after here ever thought his name would be said
on an erotic podcast? I thought of that, As you
know so many times I say people's names are like
yours is named after someone you know. Hmmm. Before we
jump into these confessions, I want to read this juicy
listener question. I've been with my partner for six years
and the sex is still good, but I constantly fantasize
about being dominated and used by a much older and
more aggressive than my partner. I feel guilty for wanting
it so badly. Am I wrong for craving something darker
than what I have at home? Now? I want to
hear from all of you, my listeners, what's one fantasy
that you have that your current partner could never fulfill?
What would you rather keep those fantasies private for a
risk of telling your partner, impossibly changing the relationship, or
maybe tiptoe into it. Hmm. You can send your answers
in the chat or to Nikky and I kk Y
at dearerniki dot com, anonymously through our website at dearniki
dot com under the confessions tab, and join us over
on our discord channel Monday through Saturday, eight pm Central
Standard Time. The wilder and the better, and I do
read every single one of them, and now it's my
favorite part of the show. I think you all know
by now it's time for our reddle. Here you go.
I'm always wet on the inside and sometimes people blow me.
What am I stick around and I'll give you the
answer an they very end of our show. You know
what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax.
Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
and me. I kind of have the hiccups, Dear Nikki.
I need to confess something that's making my nights so
much hotter lately. I've developed this intense, filthy obsession with
Axed and Veil. God, that man's so fucking hot. There's
just something about him that hits every button for me.
He's unapologetically himself and a world full of fake, polished
guys who are scared to say what they really think,
his directness is a breath of fresh air, especially for
a man his age. He doesn't want dance around the
issues or soften his words to please anyone. He's just raw,
honest and stands by exactly what he means. That kind
of real masculinity turns me on more than I can explain.
Every night, when he goes live, I tune in like
my personal ritual. I lie in bed with my headphones on,
lights low and just listen to that deep voice and
sharp laugh, the way he cuts through the bullshit. The
more he talks, the later I get. I slip my
hand between my thighs and start touching myself slowly, at first,
matching the rhythm of his stream. As he gets fired
up about something, calling it exactly like he sees it.
I rub my clip faster, imagining him looking straight at
me with the intense stare. I love how he owns
the room without trying. He's a real man who says
exactly what he thinks and doesn't apologize for it. That
confidence makes me throb, fantasizing about him noticing me in
his chat or catching me in private moment a picture
sneaking into his streaming room after hours, the glow of
the monitors lighting up his face. He'd look up at
me with the same direct gaze, no games, and tell
me exactly what he wants. I dropped to my knees
right there, eager to please him, while he keeps that
same unfiltered attitude. The thought of him gripping my hair
and guiding me, still being that brutally honest version of himself,
makes me explode. I come listening to him almost every
single night he's live. Sometimes I have to bite my
pillows so I don't moan too loud when the orgasm hits.
It's become my dirty little secret. I feel the rush
every time I hear his voice, now knowing where my
hand is going to end up. He makes me feel
like it's okay to want something real and raw. Signed
his secret nighttime listener. So, yes, I know who this is,
and yes that's a fake name, and I did reach
out to this person and I've not heard anything back.
Hello Harbor again, I have not heard anything. That's why
I left the name as is. And no, I will
not say or admit if you figure it out, so
unless I have permission from them, it's all sush. So well,
it'll be interesting to see, but don't count your chickens
before they hatch kind of thing. Not expecting to hear anything,
I like this. The confession is super hot and honest,
with nothing wrong, craving that unfiltered masculine energy. I love
a good man like a man. I love that authentic feel.
And I know that. I've also said before, and it's
very true that my definition of a man that I
crave is very different than what other people crave. And
men or woman. You know, you may I want a
more demure woman. I am not and never will be that.
So if you're looking for someone that's a little soft
and demure, that is not me unless you're hitting on me,
and then that's what I blush. So otherwise I am
just very I'm very cool and calm and quiet. But
get me riled up and I can be Yeah, just
let me walk away. In other words, Questions for my author,
how long have you been having these nightly sessions? Would
you ever actually try to meet him? Or is this fantasy?
Honor when it stays private? And for my listeners, have
you ever gotten off of someone's voice or live stream
like this? What public figure directness or confidence turns you
on the most? Share it in the comments. I want
to read them all. Oh you don't, no, no, it's
not typing only here, Yeah, yeah, no, it's typing out.
We talked about opening up, but I was afraid it
would just become like the nineties. When you called the Chat,
I heard horror stories about the Chat lions of nine
hundre numbers. He just everybody was talking at once, so
we left it like this. But thanks for being here, Derniki.
I need to confess a wild night from my study
abroad days that still get me hard thinking about it.
The wingman succeeded in London. One fine night in the
early nineteen ninety eight, I was in the second semester
of junior at University of Wisconsin Madison that Smetterster. I
studied in London, UK. My study abroad program was off
to a slow start. I kissed a girl on my
program and took an English woman I met Vanessa to
dinner and theater, only to engage in a fully clothed
light petting no second date. However, I did reasonably well
with a woman in my college campus in Wisconsin. To
that end, I reasoned I'm might have some luck going
to the University of London's student union. The University of
London was the college that I partnered with the University
of Wisconsin to allow u W students the opportunity to
study in the UK and receive credit toward our undergraduate degrees.
So I suggested to a buddy I had made, Eric,
that we would head to the pub at the student Union.
Eric was a nice yet somewhat quiet guy. For better
or worse, he was my wingman. However, I was a
better wingman to him than he was to me, doing
all the heavy lifting. On this night, we spied two
British co eds who appeared to be around our age.
As always the case, I was the one who would
go up to them. I did, and they were receptive.
Eric followed and the four of us hit it off.
Their names were Abby and Kate. Covertly, Eric would only
get with Kate because Abby was too fat. I didn't
mind at all, because while Kate may have had the
conventionally better figure, Abby was prettier, with a beautiful light
blue eyes and pleasant features. As for her figure, I'd
been with plenty of gals by that time with similar builds.
I always enjoyed myself. She was not that. She merely
was on the short side, with thick arms and legs
and a bubble butt. In other words, she might aptly
be described as chubby. To his credit, Eric had hit
it off with Kate and took her back to his flat.
I hit it off with Abby and took her back
to mine. Fortunately, I had the room to myself as
my roommate, not just a flatmate, but the guy with
whom I shared an actual room in the flat was
always there for the weekend. Fortunately, Abby was different than
Vanessa and that she was not bashful about getting undressed.
We were both nude within ten minutes of our hook up.
This hookup was noteworthy to be because Abby was the
first female I encountered with a totally shaved pussy. Annie Novelty, however,
was nullified by the horrible jobs she had done, so
many bumps and grow hairs and Nick's. It really would
have looked better with hair. Abby had raven colored hair
and a nice triangle of black pubic hair would have
been a lot more enticing than these bumps and cuts.
I noticed this because I was literally heading down on
her flag on the field. She didn't want to do
that on the first date. No problem. We got under
my bed sheets and I fingered her while she gave
me a blow job. She had that tight vaginal opening
and seemed to like my technique. Her hand job technique
was great too. After about five minutes I orgasmed. My
penis was aimed at her side, and I ejaculated four
or five big jets of seamen on her side and
on my bed sheets below. That sordid was all her
too British response. Even now, years later, I still replay
that night, the way your thick thighs wrapped around my
hand while I fingered her, our soft, chubby body felt
pressed against mine, and that cheeky British attitude after I
painted her side with my cumb It was raw fun
and perfectly imperfect. Abby may not have been everyone's type,
but that little, curvy little brit with the pretty blue
eyes gave me one of my hottest study of broad memories.
Signed your horny former wingmanned, I would kick the brit
if he ever said, well, that's sortid and when he
hears this on Monday morning, that's a little note to him.
And by the way, I totally got waxed yesterday. So
you are talking to a minty fresh chick. Put that
in your pipe and smoke a gentleman. Hello and JB,
you changed your picture? Is that a full beard? Am
I looking at a full beard? Okay? You look age
appropriate now, thank you? I love this study abroad. I
was never allowed to study abroad because my dad said
I would never come home because I was looking at
the UK in Scotland, and he's probably right. I never
would have came home. Just saying I love the honesty
about the shape pussy. I have never shaped my pussy.
I have always gotten it waxed. I just I love
you can do. You can still get you know all that,
but it seems like it grows up better and it
just now. And I'm a ninja, so I always nick
my legs. I get those wax too. Questions for my author,
did you ever see Abby again after that night or
was it just a one night stand? What's the hottest
part of that memory that you now jerk off to?
And for my listeners, have you ever had a chubby
but super pretty hookup that ended up being way better
than expected? And what's the funniest, most awkward post sex
comment that a partner has ever given to you. I'm
trying to think of mine. I had it the other
three minutes ago, but I it's totally blank. Don't forget.
You can send all your confessions below in my show links.
You updated it. The other one looked I mean, this
one looks great, but the other one looked really hot too,
just saying you didn't have to change it for me.
Dear Nighy, I need to confess something that completely changed
my life during the first UK lockdown. I'm Charlotte. During
the first lockdown, I became uncontrollably horny, which ultimately led
to my boyfriend leaving me. During the first lockdown in
the UK, I was living with my boyfriend now X.
For reasons I'll explain, we were both told to work
from home for the foreseeable future, which was fine for
the both of us at the first. A couple of
weeks in, I noticed that my panties were becoming wet
at even the slightest things, accidentally only brushing against my boobs,
my boyfriend touching my arm or anywhere else for that matter.
I could feel myself becoming more and more frustrated as
the days went on, so I seduced my boyfriend into
bucking me during work hours. We always had an incredible
sex and we only ever had sex once a week,
but as soon as lockdown hit I wanted it every day.
We went from wearing respectable office clothes at home to
joggers and tank top within a couple of weeks. A
couple days a week after that, I only wore underwear
at first. My boyfriend loved that I wasn't wearing that
many clothes as I was getting impromptu sex during the day,
sucking him at his desk, making him eat meat under
my desk. It was incredible, and the more stuff we did,
the more horny I was getting. I started to want
sex more than once a day. I'd grab his cock
a lot and always try to play with it, begging
him to fuck me. One day, we had sex twice
in the morning, but I wanted more. I didn't get
changed to indy underwear that day. I just kept begging
him to fuck me. He did two more times, but
I still wanted more. He said he was getting tired,
and I told him I'll go on top. I love
to ride, but in my incredibly horny state, I wrote
him too hard. He slipped out and I'd been to
his penis. Ooh. After that, we ended up in a
and E, but even though he was in pain, I
was still horny and wanted to use him. This is
when we decided it would be best if we broke up.
I thought that once lockdown had ended and that my
sex drive would go back to normal, but it didn't.
While working for home, I rarely wear any clothes unless
I have a meeting. If I have a meeting, then
I'm still bottomless, hoping to meet meeting ends soon so
I can go back to playing with myself. Even now,
years later, I still get soaked just remembering how fearal
I became, constantly dripping, constantly aching my body, betraying me
with every single hour. The freedom of being home alone
and throbbing pussy turned me into a insatiable little slut
who can't get enough. Signed you're turned in satiable slut
during lockdown. I don't understand why they broke up. They
broke up just because he she accidentally fucked him too hard,
and I mean, don't get me wrong, I feel it.
It sounds like something that would go ouchy, and I
would never want to do something like that to a gentleman.
But I think there's more to the story. She's living
out and gentlemen. I always have shorts on, sometimes panties,
sometimes not before I'm wearing a dress, which is most
of the time. I went from home with no panties
and no bra just saying this is this was hot
except for the penis thing. That level, constant dribbig horniness
is every girl's secret Fanta Saint, even if the cost
of your relationship, I couldn't disagree with that. Questions for
my author, how long did your insane sex drive stay
this I after lockdown ended? Have you ever found a
partner who can actually keep up with how much you
need it? Or do you mostly just satisfy yourself now?
And for my listeners, have you or someone you've been
with ever became uncontrollably horny during the lockdown or a
stressful period. What's the most desperate thing you've done while
ridiculously turned on? Drop your confessions below. All my links
are in my show notes. Dear Nikki, I need to
confess how deeply I've fallen into a new dynamic with
my sir. This feels exactly what I've been craving a
diary to my dom. I'm pretty sure I finally answered
the right ad. This is exactly what I've been looking for, Sir,
makes a lot of men look bad like fake Dom's.
It's been less than a week, but I'm I'm very
pleased so far. It started out with a little mix
of questions, immediate tasks to judge my level or something.
We wanted photos of my toys and that was bound
to be disappointing. A photo of me with a coat
hanger clamping my nipples, Sir made it very clear I'd
be judged on the pose and execution given my rating.
I like the freedom to choose how best to show myself,
mixed with the added pleasure of a literal number stamped
to it. The rest of the day was just back
and forth getting to know each other despite being very
different people. The conversation flows very nicely. Sir is very intelligent, creative,
and super interesting, yet strict, firm and fair. The latter
is something I need more of. The former is required
to keep me engaged. He also allows wishes if I
passed tasks, which is fun. I know I'm skirting the
lines there a bit, but it's fun. I enjoy being
called a wish and not every war. It leaves it
up in the air for him to decide to deny
me anyway. He hasn't so far. I took a BD
s M test for him. He might have been the
tiniest bit surprised. We discussed anel only and I had
to take pictures of my cunt tape shut. That was
a new experience for me. It didn't go great rating wise,
but I always learned something. Always about learning over here.
I've done some research into butt blogs and anal research
while playing with myself, writing up my findings, what I enjoyed,
how I felt It's like I'm being psychoanalyzed by a
sex therapist, and totally in a good way. Might as
well beat up ourselves for a minute and overcover the
fuck ups where I didn't follow directions properly or ask
enough questions. The task to shove my panties up my
cunt then put them in my mouth till I gagged.
Yikes to say I misunderstood and went overboard would be
fucking understatement. Or the time I half asked my commentary
on a new topic and he asked for missing parts
that sucked. It made me sad, disappointed, and shameful. Definitely
didn't care for the feelings of him not being pleased
with me. There were also some fun selfie style photos
that seemed to have gone overwhel I received my highest
score today. The rection was so good God, damn. Nothing
quite like your domb telling you the things you do.
The biggest hang up was vulnerability in telling Sir about
my hopes and fears in our relationship. He valued my
honesty and appreciated that I don't know if I'm good
at that stuff. I have zero doubts. Intends to stop
either digging his way into my brain bit by bit.
The transparency and the critiques are so refreshing. I never
have to worry about being judged or that I'm doing
something right. He will tell me there's no guessing or uncertaninity.
While I've only been getting mediocre score. I think I'm
doing decent enough a plan to put in the work,
so I think everything will work out. I have a
good feeling about it anyway, Here's to hoping. Every night
I reread our messages and feel my pussy throb, knowing
he's slowly breaking the open, opening my mind as much
as my body. The mix of praise and strict correction
has me soaked constantly. I can't wait to earn better
scores and feel what real ownership from him actually feels like.
Signed your eager fuck toy. This was interesting. It was
a diary injury. I don't know if Sir had her
do it or if she decided to do it her own.
Either way, I liked it. I liked it's very interesting.
We don't really we get sometimes stories and confessions of
what's going on in a d's life, but we never
get like their flaws and where they're at. So this
was a very refreshness into the BDSM dom having a
dom life, you know, kind of thing in her window
from her eyes. Questions for my author, what's the hottest
task Sir has given you so far? How did it
make you feel when you completed it? Have you already
started training your ass for him? Or is that still
in the early stages? And for my listeners, have you
ever had a DOM who actually followed through with structure,
ratings and honest feedback like this? What's the one task
or rule that pushed you out of your comfort zone
but ended up turning you on the most. Send your
answers to Nikki and Ikky at darniki dot com anonymously
through our website at darniki dot com and our confessions tab,
and join us over on our discord channel Monday through Saturday,
eight pm Central Standard time anybody a domin here? No,
I figured you were not. I think I've asked you
that question too before. Dear Niki, Tonight, when I close
my eyes and drift off, going to be mine in
the most intense, filthy dream I've ever had. I can
already fild the building as I lie here in bed,
my cock twitching at the thought of you. Let me
tell you exactly how I'm going to fuck you. My
dreams tonight, every slow, wet, throbbing detail, it starts in
this luxurious, dimly lit bedroom that doesn't exist anywhere about
my mind. Silk sheets, the color of deep crimson candles flickering,
and the air thick with the scent of your perfume
mixed with raw lust. You're standing there by the window,
wearing nothing but a tiny black laced thong that barely
covers your perfect ass and a sheer robe that's slipping
off one shoulder. Your tits are heavy, nipples are hard
and begging for attention. I walk up behind you, press
my body a gunst yours, and whisper in your ear.
I've been waiting all day to ruin this pretty little pussy, Nikki.
My hands slattered around you cupping those corgeous breast squeezing
them firmly while my thumb circle your nipples, he moans softly,
pushing your ass back against my hard cock that's already
straining in my boxers. I pinch your nipples just hard
enough to make you gasp, then spin you around and
kiss you deep, tongue invading your mouth and claiming you.
My hands roam down your back, grabbing that juicy ass
and lifting you up so your legs wrap around my waist.
I carry you to the bed and toss you down,
watching your body bounce and tits jiggling. I crawl over
to you, kissing down your neck, sucking on your collarbone,
then lower to those perfect tits. I take one nipple
in my mouth, sucking hard while my hand needs the other.
My teeth graze you lightly, making you arch and whisper
my name. Hey, fuck, you sound so needy already. I
keep going, licking and biting my way down your stomach
until I reached that tiny thong. I rip it off
with my teeth, exposing your smooth, dripping, wet pussy. God
your soak for me. I spread your legs wide, hooking
them over my shoulders. And bury my face between your thighs.
My tongue drags slowly up your slit, tasting avery drop
of your sweet juice. I circle your clit with the
tip of my tongue, then suck it into my mouth
while sliding two fingers deep inside you. You're so tight
and hot, clinching around my fingers as I curl them
to hit that spot that makes you scream. I eat
you like a starving man, licking, sucking, fingering you faster,
feeling your thighs tremble around my head. You grab my air,
grinding against my face, and come hard. You're pussy pulsing,
blooding my mouth your cream. I don't stop. I keep
devouring you through your orgasm until you're shaking and backing.
Then I stand up, dripping off my clothes so my thick,
hard cock springs free. It's rock solid for you, veins
pulsing pre com dripping from the tip. I stroke it
slowly while looking down at your flushed face and wrecked body.
You're ready for this, tic nikki, ready for me to
stretch that tight cunt. You nod desperately, spreading your legs wider.
I climb back on top, rubbing the hat of my cock,
up and down your slippery folds, teazing your clit before
pushing in, inch by inch, I sink into you. Fuck
You're so damn wet and gripping me like a vice.
I groan as I bottom out, balls deep filling your
walls flutter around every inch. I start slow, long deep strugs,
pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
Your tits bounce with every thrust, and I lean down
to suck them while I fuck you. I pick up
the pace, pounding you harder. The sound of our skins
slapping filled the room. I grab your hips, angling you
so I hit deeper, grotting against your clit with every thrust.
You're moaning louder, now, nails ticking into my back. Hi, eh,
fuck me harder, so I do. I flip you onto
your hands and knees, smacking your ass hard enough to
leave red marks, then slam back into you from behind,
doggy style, gripping your hair, pulling your head back as
I rail you. My balls slap against your clit. I
reach around to rub it while you destroy that pussy.
You come again, screaming my name, pussy squirting around my cock,
and I don't pull out. I keep sucking you through it,
chasing my own release. I flip you onto your back again,
pinning your legs back with your hat, and so I'm
folding you in half deep brutal thrust. Now I'm owning
every interview. Your eyes are rolling back, mouth open and ecstasy.
I kiss you messily, biting your lip as I feel
my balls tightened. I'm gonna come deep inside your nikki
and fill this pussy up while a guttural groan, I
bury myself in you and explode. Thick ropes of hot
come pump into you, flooding your womb so much it
leaks out around my cock. As I keep thrusting through
my orcasm, your body milks every drop out of me.
But we're not done in this dream. My cock stasts hard.
I pull out and watch my coum trip from your
ruined hole, then flip you over and slide back in
for round two, this time slower or sensual missionary, with
your legs wrapped around me, looking into your eyes as
I make love to you and fuck you senseless at
the same time, we go through every position, you writing
me bouncing on my cock with those tits in my face,
eating your ass while fingering you you sucking my cock
clean of our juices, before I bend you over the
bed again. Hours pass in the stream, I come in
your mouth, on your tits, deepen your ass, after working
you open with my fingers and tongue. You're covered in sweat,
come and completely satisfied, whimpering and trembling in my arms.
When I finally wake up at the morning, I'll still
be rock hard thinking about your Nikki tonight, my dreams.
You're my perfect little fuck toy, my dream girl, getting
railed over and over until the sun comes up. Sleep tight, Nikki,
I'm come for you as soon as I close my eyes.
Sweet filthy dreams, signed your filthy dreamstalker. Oh my, was
that one of you? Fast up? Anybody close but not me?
Oh well, you're gonna have to write tell me. I
don't know. These make me blush. They really really truly do.
Oh my hmm. I have a clue who it is,
but they're not here. Yes they do. I think I
think they really do enjoy being here. This was really detailed.
I mean, I've gotten a few, but I don't think
it was that's been this detailed, So I'm thank you.
I'm very honored. Darcy always tells me I should take
these as a compliment, and I am so I'm blushing
and smiling and saying thank you. Oh my, I have questions.
I'm blushing, various questions. What's the part of this dream
fantasy that turns you on the most when you're actually
stroking to it. Have you had any other dreams that
felt this real? Oh my? Questions for my listeners. Have
you ever had an insanely vivid sex dream about someone
specific that left you throbbing the next morning? What's the
hottest dream buck scenario you've ever imagined? Drop your confessions
in the chat or just follow my links in the
show notes. Yeah they apps. Yeah, they did put a
lot of effort into this. Like I said, I am
pretty sure I know who this is, so I'll have
to drop them in thee later after we're done. OyamO
hello again. Yeah, I'll have to. I'm not gonna call
them out here because I have a feeling I know
who it is. I am taking it as a complaint.
I'm just trying to stop blushing. But you can write
me too, you know, however, I mean, it's you know,
just say, dear Niki. I don't know what's wrong with me.
I tell myself I should be better than this, that
I should be healing, moving on. But I don't feel healed.
I feel empty and horse, I feel needy. It's stupid,
isn't it. After everything he did to me, after treating
me like I was nothing, like I was just something
to be used and thrown away. I should hate him,
I should hate men like him. Butt Instead I crave them,
not him, never him again. But the feeling, the attention,
the way the man's eyes linger, the way I can
make them stop, make them look, make them want. That's
why I do it. That's why I put on this
tiny crop top, the fabric so thin and barely covers me.
The way I wear this little skirt short enough to
ride up with every step. Why don't I bother with
a bra or anything underneath? I tell myself it's just
a walk. But I know better, I know exactly what
I do when I put that smile at strangers, when
I let my skirt lift a little too high, when
I hold their gaze for a second too long. It's reckless,
it's stupid, but God, it makes me feel alive. I
see the way they react, the older men, the ones
who should know better, the flicker of hesitation in their eyes,
the way their jaws tightened, the way they fight, the
urge to look and still lose. It sends shivers through me,
a rush of something I don't want to name. I
know this isn't normal. I know I should stop, but
I can't, because for those few seconds when their eyes
are on me, when I feel wanted, when I feel powerful,
I don't feel broken. Signed you're broken, little tease. It's
always interesting when someone writes in and their vulnerable state.
You know, we don't judge here. I mean I could.
I could go off on this is why, but I
won't because that's not what we do here. There's something
intensely erotic about reclaiming or sexuality, even in this way,
even if it feels reckless. Questions for my author, how
far have you let things go during these public walks?
Has anyone ever approached or touched you? Does the risk
of getting cut make it even wetter? And for my listeners,
have you ever used risky public attention or exhibitionism to
feel desired after being hurt? What's the most daring thing
you've worn or not. Just feel the rush of eyes
on you me. This isn't me, this is not even
in my Yeah, my miles are varying on this one.
I don't think I've ever worn something not like this.
Maybe a classic black dress, very low cut, but very classy.
That's more my style, more my you know, if I
was gonna be in a place the stories you always
hear that classic black dress or like that Lady Diana's,
our Princess Diana's, you know, divorced dress, the very famous one.
That's something I would do right there, Dear Nikki. Ever
since I started college at nineteen, I've been curious about men. However,
I was in a relationship at the time and was
very loyal to her. After that broke off, I decided
to look around on Craigslist personals when that existed, to
see if I could find some one i'd be comfortable
meeting up with. Eventually, I met up with a very
pleasant man who was very patient with me, and MAMMI
feels more comfortable than any one ever has. That's when
I received my first blow job from a man, and Wow,
what they say is true, men can suck dick's better.
I had the chance to return the favor into my shock.
I enjoyed it. I sucked him to the point where
he came in my mouth and I swallowed it all
right there. Sadly, I was too afraid to go further,
so I backed out of there thanks anxiety. Ever since
that night, I've had a hand on and off fantasies
about being with men with that and it actually be
like to have some man ravage my asshole. The thought
always turns me on, And what turns me on even
more is the fantasy of being converted from shy, quiet,
straight guy into being a gay cock corps by some
experienced man. I want to paint a picture of myself.
I'm straight, likely by when it comes to sex, straight
with relationships, twenty five year old who's very preserved and quiet.
All of this is very out of character for me,
and I've never told anyone about this fantasy of mine.
Too bad by the time I realized what sexuality is,
I found myself with a woman and I absolutely truly
love and I wouldn't want to break it off with her.
Just co pure fantasy, albeit one that never ceases to
make me hard that there still are some days when
I'm all alone, I'll break out the seven inch dildo
and spend an hour so writing it, imagining what it
would be like if it was real. Signed your secret
soon to be married cock writer. It's kind of sad
when I mean, life is about exploring and finding ourselves
along the way. Tomorrow's always different in the next day
and the next day and the next day, right, And
we shouldn't judge our past based on today's knowledge. So
I find it incredibly hot this confession. I love that
you're staying honest with your fiance, or at least in
a relationship way. I wonder if, eventually, if you found
a way maybe to say it. I mean, even if
it just stays in fantasyland, maybe she'd peg you, maybe
she'd watch you vibe. You never know, right, Women sometimes
like that, right, And there's some women out there that
will do anything to make their husbands sextually happy, even
if it's exploring something like this. Questions for my author,
how intense do these dildo sessions get? Do you ever
edge for hours imagining a real man breeding you As
your wedding gets closer? Has this fantasy been getting stronger
or harder to ignore? And for my listeners, have you
ever had a secret same sex fantasies while in a
committed heterosexual relationship. What's the most out of character thing
you've done to satisfy a hidden craving. Drop your confessions
in the chat or follow the links in my show
notes Exactly. It is all about the opportunities that you
have or may happen. Was anybody I never did, but
I always looked at them interestingly because I was looking
for advertising opportunities for fun sex. Do anybody ever do
the Craigslist back in the day, meet up hook up things?
They were fun reading. They're still on there, but they're
very extremely vague. There's so much pipe that needs to
be lagging. I mean, there's so many plumbers that are needed.
I think they're under missed opportunities. Am I right? They're
still there, you just have to dig for them. But
usually lear I'll have to dig some up and read
them one night. Maybe I'll do that in a couple
of weeks because they are comical. Dear Nikki, ooh baby,
we should put one out there. Maybe we should put
one out there and we have like a vague and
see what kind of answers we get. Maybe that'd be
interesting to see what kind of hits we get. Dear Nikki,
I'm a landlord who owns multiple properties, all rented out
as a student accommodation for local university, and it's the
fucking best. I have to deal a lot of shit,
but at a bright side, I'm thirty seven year old
guy who gets to spend his days surrounded by young,
hot students who are often grateful when I help fix
their problems. Naomi has always been an enigma. She's twenty
one year old student who's been living in one of
my properties for nearly two years. She's tall, easily six
foot in heels, blonde hair, and gorgeous, but keeps it
mostly under wraps. She's usually dresses quite plain and comfy,
but I've also seen her properly dressed up a few times,
and she definitely knows how to get attention. I've never
felt like I properly got to know her, as she
would fear between being quiet and shy to being almost
obnoxiously loud in your face. The whole old time, She's
been a good tenant and it has never caused me
any problems, which is why one of the last people
I would have ever expected to writing the fuck out
of her boyfriend, happy for me to watch. As always,
there was some maintenance required on the house. I'd arranged
time to go around when I thought nobody would be home,
and said i'd be letting myself in. All the housemates
knew this and agreed it was all above board. I
arrived at a set time, knock first, just in case
anyone still home. There was no response, so I let
myself in and immediately hear the sound of skin on skin,
slap slap slapping, unmistakably the sound of someone fucking. I
figure one of them is having fun and maybe lost
track of time, so since I don't want to startle
them later or be accused of perving. Little did they know,
I call out to let them know I'm here to
do some work, but I'll just be downstairs. The sounds continue,
so either they had not heard me or decided to
carry on anyway. I've done my bit, though, so I
head through the living room to start work, which is
when I walk in on them. Naoi's boyfriend is lying
back on the sofa and Naomi's on top, riding the
fuck out of him. Both are completely naked and I'm
entirely unable to stop my eyes from staring at her
bouncing and jiggling tits. I expect things to get awkward immediately,
but they don't. The pair of them don't even flinch. Hi,
says Naomi, a little out of breath. We're having two
much fun to stop. I hope that's okay. She was
still bouncing on him as she said it, having her
tits making almost as much of a slapping sound as
her thighs on his. She didn't say storry, she didn't
look embarrassed. Clearly they were just trying to fuck with me,
which in my book, makes it fair game to fuck
with them right back, No problem, I smiled. I like
having something to watch while I work. I thought this
might burst their bubble, but maybe they really didn't care,
because they kept going right on half heartedly. I made
a start on the maintenance, but I was mostly watching
the action. The guy was doing his best not to
look my way, but I kept making eye contact for Naomi,
who would regularly grant glance over to see if I
was watching. I probably made even more eye contact than
I hadn't mostly been staring at the amazing bouncing tits
during one of the long eye contacts. Naoi must see
things like this all the time. Yeah, I said, but
they're not usually as hot as you. He's a lucky guy,
I know, he said the first thing he did, and
said the entire time I'd been there. Naomi bent forward
to whispered something to him, and I took the opportunity
to take a look at her ass. A little small
for a tall girl, her tits were definitely a highlight.
When she leaned back. She dismounted from him, and I
wondered if the show was over button'stead. She got on
all fours while he took position behind her. I caught
a quick look at the guy's dick before he plowed
into her again, good size. No wonder she'd look like
this when she was having fun. Their new position, she
was now looking almost directly at me. The guy would
have been too, but he was looking down. That's still
desperate not to make eye contact. I'm polite, so I'll
wait until I'm invited to before joining in, I said,
hoping that was where this was going, especially since she
now had a mouthfrey in my direction. But the invitation
never came. She wanted to show off, but go no
further fair play. I continued to watch while she got
pounded from behind, enjoying her dickly tits slapping together beneath
her and watching her face twitch as she came close
to coming. She was a screamer, though I think at
least some of it was a put on, exaggerating for
my benefit. More fun was watching him finish on her tits.
She told him to do that too, and it was
definitely for my benefit. I told her how incredibly jealous
I was in one last attempt to get involved. She
just s grinned, thank me for being good audience, before
walking out of the room, pulling her boyfriend with her.
I did a terrible job on the maintenance, so I'd
have an excuse to go back again. Plus I was distracted,
so it was never going to be my best work,
and it wasn't my last time. I got to see
Naomi signed your horny the Landlord foyer. This was really hot.
I would not be this brave though, So gentlemen in
the chat, where are we standing on this? Would you
have been the landlord? Oh? Yeah? That would have been
an amazing show. It was. This was really filthy, and
I loved it. And I mean, except for maybe not
being able to join in, you gotta admit this is
probably one of his dreams come true, right, the boldness
of Naomi writing her boyfriend right in front of you,
making eye contact questions for my landlord, hare, did you
ever get invited to join in on the later visit
or did the teasing continue? What's the sluttiest thing another
tenant has done while you were working? And for my listeners,
have you ever been caught fucking in a semi public
place and just kept going for the audience? Would you
put on a show for someone like a landlord if
you knew he was coming to watch? You know? You
can send your answers in the chat or email them
to me at Nikki and Ikky at dearniki dot com,
anonymously through our website at dearniki dot com under the
confessions tab and join us over on our Discord channel
Monday through Saturday eight pm Central Standard Time. And remember
the wilder the better. That's okay, Well, if you send
it now, it's probably not going to air till August
at this point, so just giving you a heads up. Okay, Yeah,
we're about six to eight weeks ahead or more with scripts.
So yeah, this FYI for everybody else listening later. Dear Nikki,
it happened on a flight. You know how it is,
as you're walking down the aisle, you hope you'll be
seated to a super attractive man or woman. Well, I've
been lucky enough to have it happen on three of
my last flights, and this one was one of those times.
We were on our first two international flights back home.
We nearly missed it because of issues of the airline ticketing,
so we were that family running to the gate as
the door was closing. As I'm mourning, I see that
I've been upgraded and I'm in sitting in fifteen rows
up from my husband and kids. Normally I may have
tried to change seats on the plane, but I feel
like Air France is not the airline you fuck around with.
I take the upgraded seat. It's hot as fuck outside
and I'm just wearing a little tank, no bra and
very little shorts, dressed as much more casually than I
usually do when traveling. I find my seats in it
than the middle one. Ugh. But then I look at
the window and my good mood instantly changes it's a
very very attractive frenchmen's dressed impeccably. I'm slightly embarrassed O
how casual I am, but I know the outfit is
still cute. It shows off my legs and tits quite well,
so that makes me feel a little better. Like pick
for reference, maybe I say a quick glow while I
try to compose myself and stop sweating. As I settle in,
I notice him very slowly and methodically take off his
headbones and put them away. I take this a sign
as he's open to talking. He has a very smooth, calm,
confident presence, and I'm quite animated. So I also felt
a little silly and mismatched as we began talking, sharing
where we are from and why we are traveling. We
chat a bit and then I close my eyes and
try to rest, but I can feel his eyes on
me while I am, so I look over and he
gives me a bit of an inquisitive look along with
a very sexy smile. So I return it back with
a bigger smile and cross my arms in front of
my chest to stretch a k A, press my tits
together to show off my cleavage. We both close our
eyes to rest again, and somehow it feels like we're
doing the act together. Minutes later, I'm surprised to feel
his thigh pressing against mine. I press back. I look over.
His eyes are closed and he's breathing so heavily. I
can see his chest rising and falling. I find myself
subconsciously matching his breathing, my chest rising and falling. Then
he presses his leg harder against mine, which makes me shudder,
the good kide of involuntary shudder. I sometimes do bright
before I come ay that turned on. All of our exchanges.
Touches are subtle and unspoken, but somehow that makes it
even hotter if we have full access to each other's bodies.
Connecting like that thinks so much sexual tension without having
said a word. Crossing the touch thrushold with someone who
had just met a glance down at his lap and
he's hard as a rock with a massive bulge pressing
against his dress pants. No one is seated at the
aisle next to us when they close the door. I
had debate him moving over as a polite thing to do,
but fuck, I didn't want to move away from him,
And in this moment, I think It's one of the
best decisions I've ever made. I close my eyes again
and we play this little cat and mouse game for
a while longer. I feel his eyes on my body
an occasionally opened mind. We make eye contact and have
the same little knowing exchange. I crave more of his
body touching mine, as if he senses this. I feel
his shoulder press against mine. His hand drops down and
his fingers are just an inch from my leg. I
lightly press into his hand and give him a smile.
He must take that as a signal that I want more,
and he's very gently starts to cress my bare thigh.
I mown softly as I feel his hand on me.
I'm still craving more. His hand makes it higher at
my thigh, and he stops and looks at me to
check if it's okay. I smile and nod and spread
my legs a little further, getting letting him know what
I want and giving him easier access. I have a
light scarf with me, and I use it to cover
his hand from any prying eyes. Soon I feel his
hand under my shorts, nearing the edge of my panty line. Fuck, yes,
I need more again. He stops looks for my approval.
I whisper quiet yes and close my eyes as his
hand finds its way under mine, now soaking wet panties.
His fingers tease my click and I can feel my
body starting to buck in response. I'm already almost there.
He knows it and backs off a few seconds, then
continues edging me and driving me wild. I quietly whisper please,
and it's all he needs to hear. This time. He
doesn't stop, and I come hard all over his fingers,
letting out a quiet moan as I do, trying to
be discreet, I smile at him as I settle back
into my seat and try to compose myself. He tilts
his fingers in my direction, and I know what he wants.
II leen ever sucking my juices off of them, imagining
for a second it's his thick dick in my mouth.
Then we both close our eyes, sit back, pretending to
sleep and able to keep the shit eating grins off
our faces. PSA. When you're seated next to someone you
find attractive, talk to them, flirt with them. If you don't,
you might miss out in an incredible surprise and maybe
an incredible orgasm signed your mile high fingered and married slat.
I'm trying to think of all my UK trips and
I always prayed that the seat next to me is empty.
Is that bad? Like? Either I have a row by
myself or that's my prayer. I I was stuck next
to a guy that was an absolute ass and for
some reason him and his girlfriend were like separated. Yeah,
so I can't really say that. Yeah, but now I'm
usually secretly hoping for my eight to ten hour flight
then I have the seat next to me empty. I
have to say though this was really hot and beautifully written.
The slow, subtle build up, the tension, the crowded plane
makes it ten times sexier than outright fucking. The quiet
public orgasm while your family was rose behind us in
a different section, very filthy and fearless. In questions from
my author, did you and your French stranger exchange contact
info or was it a purely one flight only thrill?
Have you ever told your husband about what happened? Or
does this stay our dirty secret? Thirty thousand miles up
an air And for my listeners, have you ever had
a spontaneous sexual encounter with a stranger while traveling? And
what's the excuse me, I have the hiccups. What's the hottest,
silent or semi public orgasm you've ever expect? Send your
own confessions in the chat or follow the links in
my show notes. You don't want a hot color to
give you attention. I don't know now now that I
I guess I'm a very anxious traveler. So I like
to get there port extremely early, not really concerned about
who's sitting next to me. I'm like, I once I
get on the plane, I'm like, Ooh, I'm on the plane.
Nothing's wrong, Let's go. But I do want people watch.
So yeah, I never really honestly thought about it. Honestly, No,
I know that maybe may me bad, but when I
turn it down, no, that I would love for this
to happen. What about you? What would you do? Mister Harper? Oh,
traveling with my significant other? Well, we are, but it's
a car ride coming up next week? Wait, not this
coming to follow me the twenty third and twenty four.
We're driving, so yeah, but not an airplane. No, no flight.
We have never flown together. We've flown to each other,
but never together. We almost did last year for something,
and then it got canceled. Yeah, I mean we've flown
to several other things, but not that. What about you
in JB? What about you? And he's sexy, stewardess as
you hit on there is something about being stuck in.
JB keeps telling me he lives under a rock and
I I'm questioning that. What about you? However, have you
ever had So there's actually two times now we're talking about.
There's two times. Once I was flying home and I
was sitting next to a gentleman on the way to
see his daughter. It never went anywhere, but God, was
it in the air. I mean it was thick and
I think if the flight was a little longer, yeah, yeh,
because there were that we were leading up to the
touches and he was just going to be in the
next town over for the weekend and or the week
when the weekend was a week. Yeah. And then there
was the guy that was traveling home as well. I
was coming back from the UK. I think he was
on my connecting flight to Chicago and we were talking.
I can't remember if it was we were coming home,
if I was going there, but it was very very sexy. Again,
one of those it was in the air, but it
was never crossed that line. But I want you to
come get me. If I'm laying out all the signals,
come get me. So I always look at those as opportunities.
Is not an opportunity to miss for me, an opportunity
miss for them. Maybe that's wrong. Okay, that's a wrap
on tonight's confessions and what did we learn. Sometimes the
hottest moments happen when you least expect them, whether it's
a landlord walking in on a live sweaty show and
getting invited to watch those perfect hit spounts, a quiet
long haul flight turning into a pure electric tension with
teep stranger's fingers buried deep while your husband sits rows
behind you, or a reserved straight guy secretly riding a
thick dildo for hours, lost in fantasies of being converted
into eager cock core. The truth is, as we all
have desires that don't fit neatly into our normal lives.
That listener who craves being dominated and used by someone
older or more aggressive, you're not wrong for wanting it.
The fantasies like that don't make you broken, They make
you human, Whether it's exhibition in front of your landlord,
risky public play at thirty thousand feet, or hidden by
curiosity while planning a wedding. These cravings show us parts
of ourselves we usually keep locked away. Owning them, even
just in private, can be incredibly liberating and incredibly arousing.
Think he is knowing the difference between fantasy and reality.
Some things stay delicious, secrets that make our nights hotter.
Others might be worth exploring carefully if the trust is there,
But shame leave that at the door. Your desires don't
define your worth. They just make you interesting as hell.
I've just retired from the Canadian Navy. Oh that's right.
You live in our attic and have a few stories,
some not me but always fun in the air of sexy.
Oh well, I cannot wait. Pen the paper, my dear Canadian.
You have to JB needs to drive to like a
couple towns away to like a munch or meet and greet, oh,
you know, and start there and feels around. I've never
been to a munch, but I've been to a swinger's
meet and greet where like everything was a buffet there,
but ours was always They're always like at bars, bars
or restaurants where you can walk around get to know
each other, you hear the stories. I think you should.
I think you should also maybe think about getting involved
in like face you know, I think Facebook groups. I
hate to tell you this, I know everybody hates Facebook,
but that's where all the swingers hang out. Like they
have all the groups on there, all the exploratives, so
that's where they all are telling you, yeah, exactly, there
is no it's better than going to a party at first,
because when you go to a munch or meet and
greets it, you know, even sometimes they're held like in
places like bowling alleys or stuff like that, so there's
like no commitment to actually hit on anybody. It's really
just to kind of get out there and feel that
we're not alone and actually have a conversation and know
that if it seems like people are more open in
places like that, so it's okay to ask questions and
you know, be inquisitive where you can't in vanilla public.
It is. I don't munches. I treat munsons and greets
as just saying hello and getting putting places faces to
names that I've talked to online. And the thing is
is when I show up to munches or meet and greets.
It's you think you listen. I get to listen. Everybody
tells me their stories there. So that's what a meet
and greet in a munch for me sounds like, actually
looks like when they find out and trust me, everybody
wants to tell you, which is fun too exactly, Hello Brandon,
all right, let me give you there at all. I'll
repeat it for you, guys. I'm always wet on the
inside and sometimes people blow me. When am I okay,
I repeat it one more time. I'm always wet on
the inside and sometimes people blow me. No, but close, no,
not closer to a straw than a water balloon. But
those are both great guesses and actually could be the answer.
But it's not the answer tonight. Do we need it
one more time? Spitball straw? No, but I like your thinking.
It's close. One more time and then I'll give you
the answer. I'm always wet on the inside and sometimes
people blow me. I can't. I'm thinking. I'm trying to
think of often used in sports. There's a hint. I
never give hints. It's a whistle. And JB says, your
mouth is not sports. I I read it as my
mouth is not sports. A mouth can be a sport. Yeah,
maybe not mine right now, but you know maybe, Okay,
it's time for a naughty duckin. My heart was racing
so hard I could feel pulsing in my throat as
I lay on my bed, wearing only black lace sprawl
and my tiny matching thong. My legs were already spread wide,
and my fingers had been lazily teasing my so pussy
for almost a half an hour while I waited for
his call. When the phone finally rang, I answered with
a breathy Hi. The moment I heard his deep, rich voice,
a fresh gush of wetness flooded between my thighs. Got
that voice, low, smooth and commanding my clip throb instantly.
I stayed quiet at first, letting him believe it was
the wrong number. All my fingers crept circling my swollen,
slippery clip. Every word he spoke, madbe wetter. When he
finally caught on that I was touching my shelf, a
shameless little moan slipped onto me. You and master panting.
When I called, weren't you? His voice stripped thick with lust.
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