Speaker 1: Welcome back to the Ky after Dark, your late night
Speaker 1: spot for the steamiest, unfiltered confessions that make your pulse
Speaker 1: race and your cheeks burn. I'm Nikki, your host, curled
Speaker 1: up with a glass of something strong and my mind
Speaker 1: wide open. Tonight's episode is purefire, stolen moments, power plays,
Speaker 1: teasing games, and the hidden thrills. Buckle up, It's going
Speaker 1: to be one kind of ride on tonight's show. Imagine
Speaker 1: your mother in law walking in bralis tit slaying? While
Speaker 1: your wife's at the store and you two almost cross
Speaker 1: that forbidden line right on the couch. And what if
Speaker 1: you've been secretly training your boyfriend with tricks from older men,
Speaker 1: And how he's half joking about watching you getting properly
Speaker 1: fucked so he can finally learn and ever tease your
Speaker 1: ex's Silver Fox's dad with low cut tops and late
Speaker 1: night selfies, wondering how far you can push before he
Speaker 1: snaps and take what he's been tempting him for years.
Speaker 1: That and so so much more. First up, we have
Speaker 1: a question for us Dierniki. This is our question of
Speaker 1: the night. Have you ever crossed or almost crossed the
Speaker 1: taboo family line that left you throbbing with guilt and excitement.
Speaker 1: No names, no shame, and what's the riskiest, What a
Speaker 1: fantasy you've ever had about someone you absolutely shouldn't want?
Speaker 1: Be honest, I really read them all. For me, I
Speaker 1: don't have any what we could consider tat were what
Speaker 1: I consider taboo, which would be immediate family or step
Speaker 1: There's no have ever never been any desires or anything there,
Speaker 1: but I have there was somebody that was not related
Speaker 1: to me but their father. Imagine that was tempting at
Speaker 1: a time in my life. I will say that. I
Speaker 1: mean he only asked for a real kiss after I
Speaker 1: kissed him on the jek, so it didn't go any
Speaker 1: further than that. But I've you know, I've had many, many, many, many,
Speaker 1: many many many fantasies that it did. So there's mine.
Speaker 1: What about yours? And completely honest, not related, not blood,
Speaker 1: not even down the line or anything else. But is
Speaker 1: it is definitely a family friend tonight? We have that riddle,
Speaker 1: you know, how we love them, the one that sounds
Speaker 1: extremely filthy but it's totally clean. Are we ready? I
Speaker 1: go in hard and come out soft. I get wedder
Speaker 1: the more you play with me, And people love putting
Speaker 1: their hands all over me. What am I? And of
Speaker 1: course you get your answer after the show. You know
Speaker 1: what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax.
Speaker 1: Let's have that whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
Speaker 1: and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
Speaker 1: and me, Dear Nikki, I finally got some stolen alone
Speaker 1: time with my mother in law this morning. The wife
Speaker 1: ran to the store for just twenty minutes. Twenty minutes
Speaker 1: is plenty when the tension's already been simmering for months.
Speaker 1: I shot her a quick text, come over if you want.
Speaker 1: The door's open. She replied, like in ten seconds on
Speaker 1: my way. When she walked in Jesus, thin white tank top,
Speaker 1: loose little cardigan thing thrown over it, and zero bra
Speaker 1: Her tits look so full, heavy, swaying with every step.
Speaker 1: I was rock hard before she even said oh. I
Speaker 1: ducked into the bedroom, swapped my jeans for these thin
Speaker 1: gray gem shorts Commando. Let my cock hang thick and
Speaker 1: the loose so she'd feel exactly what she was doing
Speaker 1: to me. I brought her coffee and some warm croissants
Speaker 1: on a little tray like on her personal servant She
Speaker 1: brushed and blush so prettily, tucked her hair behind her
Speaker 1: ear and murmured, you spoil me. My husband never does this.
Speaker 1: I leaned in just close enough that she could smell
Speaker 1: my cologne and feel the heat coming off me. I
Speaker 1: love spoiling sexy women when they're in my house. I
Speaker 1: told her, voice low. Anything he won't do, I'll do it. Twice.
Speaker 1: Her laugh came out shaky. She crossed her legs, but
Speaker 1: not before I caught the way her thighs pressed together.
Speaker 1: We sat on the couch, small talk weather her garden.
Speaker 1: I wasn't listening. I was watching the way her nibbles
Speaker 1: kept tightening under the tank every time time she shifted,
Speaker 1: every time she left, every time she looked at my mouth.
Speaker 1: I stood up slow, letting her see the full outline
Speaker 1: of my cock stringing and swinging heavily in the shorts.
Speaker 1: Turned around on purpose so she got this side view
Speaker 1: the jiggle. Asked her some dumb question about sugar in
Speaker 1: her coffee, just to keep her eyes right there. When
Speaker 1: I sat back down, I scooted closer. She turned sideways,
Speaker 1: arm draped along the back of the couch, cleavage practically
Speaker 1: spilling towards me. I couldn't take it anymore. I laid
Speaker 1: my hand on her bare thigh, warm soft, trembling just
Speaker 1: a little, starting rubbing slow circles of my thumb. She
Speaker 1: didn't pull away. Instead, her fingers found mine, and she
Speaker 1: slid our joined hands higher up my thigh, inches from
Speaker 1: where I was throbbing for her. Our faces were so
Speaker 1: close I could taste her breath coffee, and lip glow
Speaker 1: in something sweeter. I felt her eyelashes flutter against my cheek,
Speaker 1: lips parted. We were leaning in, about to cross that
Speaker 1: line we've been dancing around forever, and then the garage
Speaker 1: door growled open wife's car. I moved fast, still, one quick,
Speaker 1: filthy kiss, just enough to taste her tongue and give
Speaker 1: her thigh a hard, possessive squeeze, shot her a wink
Speaker 1: that said this isn't over, and stood up like nothing happened.
Speaker 1: She stayed seated, cheeks flushed, nipples like bullet's, thighs clenched tight,
Speaker 1: trying to look normal, while I greeted my wife at
Speaker 1: the door with the world's most innocent smile. Now I
Speaker 1: can't stop thinking about it, how her skin felt under
Speaker 1: my palm, how close we got, how bad I want
Speaker 1: to text her again tomorrow and the next day and
Speaker 1: the next. I'm definitely having her come over more often,
Speaker 1: a lot more often. Oh gosh, that garage door. Yeah,
Speaker 1: I ooh would have happened to me too, just saying
Speaker 1: that's kind of cruel, you know what happens like that.
Speaker 1: But I do like that you at least gave her
Speaker 1: that filthy kissing wink that is panty melting that Yeah. Oh,
Speaker 1: dear me, I'm gonna have to fan myself. So to
Speaker 1: you that wrote in how long has this tension been building?
Speaker 1: And have you texted her since? Or are you waiting
Speaker 1: for the perfect next time? And for those of you
Speaker 1: who are listening, would you risk it for that kind
Speaker 1: of heat? Reply? And Telly, would you do the proverbial
Speaker 1: family no? No, is it hot or hard pass? I'd
Speaker 1: really like to know. Dear Nikki, you always say the
Speaker 1: hottest confessions are the one we're scared to admit, even
Speaker 1: to ourselves. So here it goes. I've been quietly turned
Speaker 1: turning my boyfriend into my cock. It didn't start with
Speaker 1: some big announcement. It started with me cheating a lot,
Speaker 1: mostly with older men who know how to take their time,
Speaker 1: how to make a woman feel ruined in the best way.
Speaker 1: I came home glowing, smelling like someone else, and he
Speaker 1: never asked hard questions. Instead, we agreed to an open relationship.
Speaker 1: A few people a month. Rules cute, except I broke
Speaker 1: them from day one. Well, he's maybe hooked up once
Speaker 1: or twice. If that. I'm getting stretched, filled and taught
Speaker 1: things by men who've been fucking properly for decades. The
Speaker 1: real thrill. I bring every lesson home to him. I
Speaker 1: guide his mouth when he eats me out slower baby
Speaker 1: flat tongue first, then point it right there. Yeah, just
Speaker 1: like the last guy toosday showed me. He thinks he's
Speaker 1: figuring it out on his own. He's not. Every deep
Speaker 1: angle I make him hit when he's inside me borrowed
Speaker 1: from a silver haired daddy who pinned against the hotel
Speaker 1: wall and showed me how much to arch for maximum depth.
Speaker 1: Reverse with my ass high so it hits my spot
Speaker 1: just right. Thank you. The merit exact who railed me
Speaker 1: in his car after drinks. He follows my instructions eagerly,
Speaker 1: getting better every time, but he'll never match the originals
Speaker 1: and deep down, I don't want him to. We had
Speaker 1: the talk recently. Have you actually done anything with anyone else?
Speaker 1: We both lied through our teeth, Yeah, just one person.
Speaker 1: But it wasn't that good. The bullshit made me so
Speaker 1: wet I could barely sit still. Then he half choked,
Speaker 1: voice cracking a little. Maybe one day I'll want you,
Speaker 1: you know, get it from somebody else. My heart slammed,
Speaker 1: my clip throbbed, The fantasy crashed over me like a
Speaker 1: warm wave. Him in the corner chair, quiet eyes locked
Speaker 1: on us, stroking himself slowly, while an older man, thick, confident, experienced,
Speaker 1: bends me over our bads and fux me the way
Speaker 1: he never quite can, showing him the rhythm, the grip
Speaker 1: on my hips, the dirty whispers that made me come
Speaker 1: so hard I squirted. My boyfriend watching, learning, humiliated and
Speaker 1: turned on, Finally understanding what properly means. I excuse myself
Speaker 1: to the bathroom right after, and came twice just picturing it.
Speaker 1: The older guys are wild card. They're all so sweet
Speaker 1: when it's just us, attentive praising, almost gentle, until their
Speaker 1: ball's deep and I'm begging, would they let my boyfriend
Speaker 1: sit there and watch. Let them see how real man
Speaker 1: makes me shake, how they stretch me, how they don't
Speaker 1: stop until I'm a dripping mess. At first I thought, no,
Speaker 1: they're too nice, But then I remember how their eyes
Speaker 1: darken when I whisper filthy things. How they get possessive
Speaker 1: when I moan their name once they see me on
Speaker 1: all floors, pleading for it while my boyfriend watches silently.
Speaker 1: I bet most would love the extra rush of dominance
Speaker 1: of teaching another man's girl right in front of him.
Speaker 1: I'm testing the waters now, dropping hints when we're cuddling.
Speaker 1: He'd really watch none if he was older, know exactly
Speaker 1: what I need. I see his cheeks flush, his breathing hitch,
Speaker 1: his cock twitch, chickens by thigh. He's already half way
Speaker 1: broken in Nikki. When it finally happens, and it will,
Speaker 1: I want him to learn everything, every thrust, every moan,
Speaker 1: every way a woman like me deserves to be fucked.
Speaker 1: Should I push harder, pick one of my regulars and
Speaker 1: make them ask, or keep teasing until he begs for
Speaker 1: it himself. I'm so writing this. Tell me I'm not crazy.
Speaker 1: Slowly rewiring him, well, hello, slowly rewiring him I kind
Speaker 1: of know after reading this, I would say, you know,
Speaker 1: the responsible one of me would say push harder. But
Speaker 1: I'm gonna say because the way I read it, keep
Speaker 1: teasing until he begs for it himself. It can and
Speaker 1: made me kind of gives him the control to let
Speaker 1: you and be there, And I kind of like that part.
Speaker 1: That's so tonight. At this moment, I'm leaning towards teasing
Speaker 1: until he begs for it himself, although I really don't
Speaker 1: know how to tease. So there you go. So have
Speaker 1: you picked out a regular Yeah? You know, hmm, maybe
Speaker 1: start with the one that does oral. Yeah, that's what
Speaker 1: I'm going for, just saying I have a certain two
Speaker 1: win that I would love to you know. Anyway, we're
Speaker 1: not about me. For those who am listening, have you
Speaker 1: ever taught a partner using skills from someone else or
Speaker 1: fantasized about being watched to show how it's done. I
Speaker 1: don't think I've taught anybody, but I think we always
Speaker 1: do take something from a previous relationship that we liked,
Speaker 1: or an encounter, whatever, and bring it into our new
Speaker 1: or current. Just a thought, don't forget send me your details.
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki. Sometimes I like to tease my ex's father,
Speaker 1: and I can't stop. It started innocently enough, or at
Speaker 1: least that's what I tell myself. We broke up over
Speaker 1: a year ago, messy but clean, no bad blood, just done.
Speaker 1: Except his dad never quite let go of being a
Speaker 1: nice one in the family, always polite, always asking how
Speaker 1: I'm doing when we bump into each other at the
Speaker 1: grocery store or the occasional muta friend thing. Silver hair,
Speaker 1: broad shoulders, that deep voice that still makes my stomach flip,
Speaker 1: though it did when I was twenty two and sneaking
Speaker 1: glances at him during family dinners. At first, it was
Speaker 1: just smiles, lingering eye contact, a little too much laugh
Speaker 1: at his dad jokes. Then I started dressing for it.
Speaker 1: Short sun dresses that ride up when I bend over
Speaker 1: to grab something, a low sheelf, no bra on hot days,
Speaker 1: so my nipples pressigons thin praboc when the ac hits,
Speaker 1: catching him looking quick, guilty, flicks of his eyes down
Speaker 1: my chest, then back up like nothing happened. But I
Speaker 1: see the flush on his cheeks, the way he shifts
Speaker 1: a slight. Last week, I accidentally ran into him at
Speaker 1: the coffee shop near his office, Haired down lip gloss, shiny,
Speaker 1: wearing this low cut top that just shows just enough cleavage.
Speaker 1: When I leaned forward to stir my drink, I hugged
Speaker 1: him hello, longer than necessary, pressing my breasticks his chest,
Speaker 1: feeling his arm tense around me like he wasn't sure,
Speaker 1: weird oft his hands. You look good, he said, voice
Speaker 1: rougher than usual. I smiled sweet and said thanks. You
Speaker 1: always say the nicest things. Then I brushed my fingers
Speaker 1: along his forearm and I pulled away, slow, deliberate. He
Speaker 1: texted me later that night, just great seeing you today.
Speaker 1: Take care harmless, except I replied with a selfie me
Speaker 1: a bad sheep pulled up to my collar bone, hair
Speaker 1: messy caption miss our chat sometimes night handsome. He didn't
Speaker 1: respond right away, but the red receipt lit up fast.
Speaker 1: I pictured him staring at his phone in the dark,
Speaker 1: live asleep next to him, cock stirring under the covers
Speaker 1: because his son's ex just called him atsom. So I
Speaker 1: get wet thinking about it, bushing further, What if I
Speaker 1: need help with something around the house now that I'm single?
Speaker 1: Invite him over alone, wear something sheer, bend over in
Speaker 1: front of him while he fixes a shelf. Let him
Speaker 1: see that I'm not wearing panties. Hear his breathing change,
Speaker 1: peel his eyes burn into me. Maybe let my hand
Speaker 1: graize his thigh when I thank him. Maybe whisper, You've
Speaker 1: always been so good to me. Wish more men were
Speaker 1: like you. I know it's wrong, I know it's filthy,
Speaker 1: But the power, the way he tries to be the
Speaker 1: gentleman while I make him hard for the girl his
Speaker 1: son used to fuck, it's a dictive. I want to
Speaker 1: see how far I can tease before he snaps, before
Speaker 1: he grabs my waist, pulls me close, and finally takes
Speaker 1: what he's been eyeing since I was dating his son.
Speaker 1: Am I offer for this? Or is this just the
Speaker 1: kind of heat that keeps life interesting? Tell me I'm
Speaker 1: not the only one who plays these games teasing the
Speaker 1: silver Fox. No, you're not.
Speaker 2: You're not at all awful, because even though I don't
Speaker 2: know how to tease, I swear to God, I did
Speaker 2: not write this like at all, But this is something
Speaker 2: I might have, And you're not allowed to ask the
Speaker 2: bread guys to do. He doesn't your son, so so
Speaker 2: you can't ask the Britter Darcy if I've ever done this,
Speaker 2: just saying so teasing the silver Fox? Have you ever
Speaker 2: needed help around your house yet? And what's your next
Speaker 2: tease move? I need lessons, lots and lots of lessons.
Speaker 2: And for those of you that are listening, ever played
Speaker 2: with an Axis family member, guilty thrill or a total
Speaker 2: no go? No I haven't. There's one definitely in my
Speaker 2: spank bank, but no I haven't, just because I never
Speaker 2: ran into him after That's that's my advice and I'm
Speaker 2: gonna stick to it.
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki. A couple of my closest friends invited me
Speaker 1: over for drinks and chill vibes. We've always been super
Speaker 1: comfortable with each other, no weirdness, lots of laughs. Somehow
Speaker 1: the conversation turned to porn, and the next thing I know,
Speaker 1: we're all agreeing to watch together. First time doing anything
Speaker 1: like this as a trio lights low monitor on, casual
Speaker 1: commentary flying, Oh that's a wild she's faking it, giggle
Speaker 1: like idiots. Felt fun, not awkward at all, but then
Speaker 1: the heat crept in. I started getting seriously aroused, thighs
Speaker 1: pressing together, pulse my clit. That's when I noticed em
Speaker 1: casually guiding F's head down to his lap. His dick
Speaker 1: was already out hard, and she just started liking it, slowly,
Speaker 1: like I wasn't even in the room. First time I've
Speaker 1: ever seen them do anything sexual in front of me.
Speaker 1: The room was dark, poorn still playing loud on the screen,
Speaker 1: so maybe I thought I was glued to it and
Speaker 1: couldn't see, But I could every flick of her tongue,
Speaker 1: toy's hand tangled in her hair, the soft, wet sounds
Speaker 1: cutting through them, video moans. I was frozen, heart hammering,
Speaker 1: pardon me, panicked? Is this about to turn into a threesome?
Speaker 1: Do I say something? The other part was so turned
Speaker 1: on I could barely breathe. I tried rubbing myself discreetly,
Speaker 1: tiny circles over my shorts, no big movements, no sound.
Speaker 1: It only made me ache more. I couldn't go hard
Speaker 1: enough to come without giving myself away, so I just
Speaker 1: got needier, letter more desperate. Finally I mumbled something about
Speaker 1: pausing the porn and exhausted or excused myself to the bathroom,
Speaker 1: acting oblivious. When I came back, they were gone, slipped
Speaker 1: off to their bedroom while I was away, door closed
Speaker 1: but not locked. Tight enough to muffle everything. I sat
Speaker 1: back on the sofa, legs spread a little hand back
Speaker 1: between my thighs, and I listened the bed creaking rhythmically,
Speaker 1: her moans getting louder, his grounds, the slap of skin
Speaker 1: on skin. They were fucking hard, like they couldn't hold
Speaker 1: back any more. I rubbed my clit in time with
Speaker 1: the sounds. Came once twice, maybe three times, shaking quietly
Speaker 1: so they wouldn't hear me over their own noise. It
Speaker 1: was filthy, imperfect. I packed up and left before I
Speaker 1: could talk myself into staying longer. I swear I could
Speaker 1: have rubbed for hours, edging to their soundtrack. Now I'm obsessed.
Speaker 1: Did they want to see me that first part? Hear
Speaker 1: the rest? Was it an invitation they thought I'd pick
Speaker 1: up on or just baled like a coward? Or did
Speaker 1: I accidentally catch them in a private moment They had
Speaker 1: no idea I was eavesdropping. Either way, it was one
Speaker 1: of the hottest things that's ever happened to me. I
Speaker 1: keep replying it, her mouth on him. I watched in
Speaker 1: the shadows, then the raw sounds of them fucking while
Speaker 1: I came alone on the couch. I want to see
Speaker 1: them do it again. Hell, I want to watch them
Speaker 1: fuck properly. Light's on, No pretending me right there taking
Speaker 1: it all in? Does that make me a tuck? I'm
Speaker 1: not their partner and there's no humiliation angle, just a
Speaker 1: pure thrill from observing. Or am I just a vowyer?
Speaker 1: Are got lucky? I don't know the labels, but I
Speaker 1: know I'm dying to bring it up casually next time
Speaker 1: we hang out. Hey, remember that poor night and see
Speaker 1: where it goes? Am I reading too much into it?
Speaker 1: Should I test the waters? Or just keep this memory
Speaker 1: and my vibrator on repeat? Help a girl out? Secretly
Speaker 1: listening in the living room, I'm wondering when you got
Speaker 1: up and left to excuse yourself to go to the restroom,
Speaker 1: if they thought it was your nonverbal way of saying,
Speaker 1: can you take it to another room? That kind of thing,
Speaker 1: I think if you would have started playing. I think
Speaker 1: because when we get around, we know who's around those,
Speaker 1: so I think it was maybe their way of saying, hey,
Speaker 1: watch us. And maybe they took you like I said,
Speaker 1: you took your cue of leaving the room as we'll
Speaker 1: take the summer private where she doesn't have to join in,
Speaker 1: so bringing it up, Yeah, I guess you could. I mean,
Speaker 1: I think obviously they wanted something right there, you know,
Speaker 1: I say, test the waters, We'll see what's going on,
Speaker 1: you know. I mean I if I wouldn't want someone
Speaker 1: to watch me, I wouldn't suck their dicks for you,
Speaker 1: Just saying I take it somewhere private. And for those
Speaker 1: that are listening tonight, voy or participant, what gets you
Speaker 1: hotter watching hearing without joining or getting invited in? I'd
Speaker 1: really like to know. So let's wrap up tonight's episode
Speaker 1: and what we can learn from these delicious confessions from
Speaker 1: the mother in law close call A forbidden tension is
Speaker 1: rocket fuel, but timing and garage doors can be merciless,
Speaker 1: communication risky, but that wink, I think it's set everything
Speaker 1: from the cock rewiring power dynamics and relationships can shift
Speaker 1: slowly and intoxicatingly. Teaching with borrowed skills the ultimate control
Speaker 1: in the fantasy. Watching it blurs lines in the hottest
Speaker 1: ways from teasing the ex's dad. Ex's families are off
Speaker 1: limits minefields, but that guilty thrill of making a gentleman
Speaker 1: hard addictive power play at its finest. From the voyer
Speaker 1: couch session. Sometimes the hottest action is being unseen. Witness
Speaker 1: voyeurism isn't always about joining, It's about the electric rush
Speaker 1: of a secret observation. All of these proof that desire
Speaker 1: doesn't care about rules. It just burns. Oh in our riddle,
Speaker 1: it's a sponge. Goes in hard, dry, comes out soft,
Speaker 1: and wet gets wetter when played, wet hands all over
Speaker 1: the sick. You got it, didn't you, I hope. So
Speaker 1: you know, dirty minds do actually unite. And for those
Speaker 1: who are listening right now, I have something to help
Speaker 1: you relax before you go to bed. And I want
Speaker 1: you to listen to me very carefully tonight. No rushing,
Speaker 1: no skipping ahead. You're doing exactly what I say when
Speaker 1: I say it. You're going to stay hard for me
Speaker 1: the whole time I'm talking. That's not a request, This
Speaker 1: is something I would give. Maybe a regular that would
Speaker 1: call that just wanted to experience my voice. First. I
Speaker 1: want you sitting somewhere comfortable, edge of the bed, favorite
Speaker 1: chair doesn't matter, as long as your legs are spread
Speaker 1: just a little wider than normal. Pants off, underwear off,
Speaker 1: everything gone from the waist down. I want nothing between
Speaker 1: my voice, and that pretty little cock of yours. Now
Speaker 1: look at it, just look. Don't touch yet, See how
Speaker 1: it's already twitching a little because you know what's coming.
Speaker 1: That's sweet. I like that. Run one finger, tip only one,
Speaker 1: very lightly along the underside from base to tip, barely touching,
Speaker 1: like you're tracing the vein that always gets so sensitive
Speaker 1: when I like it. Slow, do it once, then stop,
Speaker 1: hands off again. Breathe for me, deep in hail, slow ax, hail.
Speaker 1: Feel how heavy your balls are already. They're going to
Speaker 1: get so much heavier before I let you come. Okay, Now,
Speaker 1: wrap your hand around the base, not tight, just enough
Speaker 1: to feel the heat. Hold it there, don't stroke, just hold.
Speaker 1: I want you to feel every pulse, every little throb
Speaker 1: that says please let me move. Tell me in your
Speaker 1: head I'm going to be good for her. Say it
Speaker 1: a few times quietly if you want, I can hear
Speaker 1: you anyway. Now, very slowly, slide your fist upward, one long,
Speaker 1: lazy stroke all the way to the head. When you
Speaker 1: reach the tip, let your thumb circle around around that
Speaker 1: edge sobbed circles around that sweet spot. Then back down,
Speaker 1: even slower on the way down. Make it last four seconds.
Speaker 1: At least, do that exactly five times. Count them out
Speaker 1: loud if it helps you stay focused. One, two, three, four, five.
Speaker 1: After the fifth stroke, stop at the top, Squeeze the
Speaker 1: head gently, just a pulse. Feel howse like you're already
Speaker 1: kidding for me? That's all for me, good boy. Now
Speaker 1: I want your other hand involved. Cup your balls, not rough,
Speaker 1: just cradle them, feel their weight. While you're stroking. Your
Speaker 1: hand stays wrapped loosely around your shaft. No movement yet,
Speaker 1: just hold everything. Imagine my mouth hovering right there, warm
Speaker 1: breath drifting over the tip, not touching, just breathing on you.
Speaker 1: You can almost feel how close my tongue is. Can't
Speaker 1: you start stroking again, but this time only the top half. Short,
Speaker 1: shallow strokes just over the head and the first couple inches, slow,
Speaker 1: wet sounding. Let your thumb keep dragging across that sensitive
Speaker 1: little slit every few strokes. I want you linking for me.
Speaker 1: I want to hear how messy you're getting. Keep going
Speaker 1: like that until you feel your first real warming flutter
Speaker 1: deep in your pelvis, the one that says, oh fuck,
Speaker 1: I'm getting close. The second you feel it, stop hands
Speaker 1: off completely, let it throve in the air, match it jump,
Speaker 1: watch it back. Count to twenty for me, out loud, slow, one, two, three.
Speaker 1: When you reach twenty, you may start again. Put only
Speaker 1: one finger and thumb, this time a tight little ring
Speaker 1: up and down the shaft so lightly it almost tickles.
Speaker 1: Tease yourself for me. Tease that little sweet spot you got.
Speaker 1: You know where it's at. Just keep running circles around it,
Speaker 1: slow and then fast. Make it frustrating. Make it eight.
Speaker 1: Go back up and squeeze your hat for me. Make
Speaker 1: it feel really really good. Go back to teasing yourself.
Speaker 1: Bring you right there, then stop. I know you want
Speaker 1: to come. I'm not going to let you come until
Speaker 1: I turned you into a dripping, trembling mess who can
Speaker 1: barely form words. And when I finally give you permission,
Speaker 1: you're an empty every drop exactly the way I tell
Speaker 1: you to, long thick ropes all for me. Start stroking,
Speaker 1: really stroking. You know how you like it? Right there?
Speaker 1: Keep going, don stop play this sweet spot and I'm
Speaker 1: ready for you. I'll let you come anywhere you want.
Speaker 1: And if this hits you hard, I want to know
Speaker 1: how it fell. If you played my game, you can
Speaker 1: send it to me. Anonymous raw Real. I'm listening sweet
Speaker 1: dreams or filthy Ones? What it's going to be? And
Speaker 1: until next time, stay wicked, stay naughty, and think of me,