Speaker 1: Welcome back to Dear Nikki after Dark, the podcast where
we drive into the Steamius Confessions, no judgment all three,
I'm your host, Nikki, where the nights are long and
the secrets are even longer. Tonight's episode is about the
forbidden classroom crushes that turn into full blown fantasies years later.
We've got tales of bus stop bargains, reunions, and bumble
matches that rewrite the lesson plan. Buckle up, it's going
to get really hot in here. First, let's tease what's
coming up on the three short previews from tonight's confessions.
A high school teacher a senior, seals a grade boosting
deal in the dead of the night at a bus stop,
ending with a face full of proof and a straight
up a glow. A former student spots an old math
teacher and a club invites him home and turns a
night into an anal advance that I'll have you rethinking
apparent teacher nights and years after graduation, A guy matches
with his seventh grade teacher on bumble, leading to a
breeding kink fueled fling that blurs every line in the book.
That and so so much more, and now for our
Nikky's Naughty Q and a segment tonight's question, what's the
wildest place you've ever hooked up with someone from your past?
Audience listening live, spill your thoughts, or if you're listening
to us later, you can DM me on x at
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you can always drop a voice note or just interact
in our discord channel. Would love to hear from you
to get you thinking even deeper. How did running into
them unexpectedly amp up the excitement or did it make
things awkwardly hot looking back? Was the risk of getting
caught part of the thrill? Or would you rather do
it all over again in a safer spot? And before
we jump into our confessions, here's a riddle to ponder.
I in assist with an erection. Sometimes big balls hang
from me, and I'm called a big swinger? When am I?
And as always I'll reveal the answer at the end
of our show, So keep your minds in the gutter
till then. How about that you know what time it is,
It's time to sim back relax. Let's have a whiskey
with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some ironic
fantasies from people just like you and me, Dearniky. My
teacher was in his late forties, strict, kind of handsome
in that older experienced way. One night we both ended
up at the same buz stop in the middle of
the night after drinking separately. No one else was around,
just us waiting for the same late bus, and we
lived in the same neighborhood. Apparently. We started chatting light
stuff at first, but then my about my future. I
told him I was worried about my grades wouldn't be
enough for UNI. He said he wished he could bump
me up to an A, but I'd been too lazy
and slacked off too much. He was a little buzzed,
and I definitely was buzzed, and in that reckless drunk tease,
bood I laughed and said, well, maybe I can compensate
for it. He laughed too, and then it went dead quiet.
After a beat, he looked at me straight in the
eyes and said, very seriously, well, maybe if you let
me come on that pretty face of yours, I'll know
you're actually dedicated. I froze for a second, asked if
he was for real. He just smirked. Shrugged and added,
you do have a pretty face. I blushed hard. But
the alcohol and the adrolline, the fuck it energy, I
just went all right deal. He laughed like I couldn't
believe it. Hesitated for maybe half a second, then grabbed
my hand and pulled me into the bushes right behind
the bus stop. He stroked my cheek, murmured, You're so
cute it's unreal, spread his jacket on the ground, and
gently pushed me down on to my knees. My heart
was hammering. I kept thinking, am I really doing this?
But that butterflies in the stomach. Excitement was insane. The
next thing I know zipper sound and the tip of
his clock brushing my lips. I opened up and he
slid in, already half hard and growing fast. He moaned
and said things I can't even remember clearly. I tried
to do my best, licking the head, taking him as
deep as I could. He grabbed my hair and started
guiding me, not crazy fast, but deep, deeper than I've
ever gone before. I was right on the edge of gagging,
but holding it together. Then a bright light hit my face.
He fold out his phone and turned on the flashlight.
So Geld see better, one hand controlling my head, the
other lighting me up like I was on stage. Maybe
ten minutes he sped up, breathing got ragged, and suddenly
he fulled out, jerked himself a couple times, growled low,
and started coming thick. Warm ropes hit my face, maybe
four or five big ones, painting me from forehead to chin.
When he finished, I just burst out laughing, Jesus, fuck,
that's so much come. He laughed too, called me so
fucking cute again, and said he couldn't believe that this
was happening. He had me a tissue to wipe off
the worst of it. We walked back to the bus
stop and kept chatting like nothing while just happened. Got home,
looked in the mirror, still come tangled in my hair,
and it turned me on so hard. I masturbated right
there and came harder than I ever have. The next
morning was a little surreal, especially remembering he has a
daughter one year older than me. But I got my
A and got my dream university. So honestly, when when
when XO XO, you're a naughty bus stop a student.
I can't say that I've ever given a blowjob, even
at a bus stop or end behind a bush, behind
a bus stop or anything thereof in public like that
or public at all. I don't think I think it'd
be memorable. Oh nope, there was a car wash, I guess,
but not with my teacher. So as I'm reading this story,
and as soon as I saw UNI, and I know
other countries use it, but I've only been to the UK,
I immediately started thinking about the bus stops there, and
I was trying to remember. I'm gonna have to ask
the print if the bus stop that we pass all
the time does it have a hedge behind it? Because
you know it's not called bushes, it's hedges, I think,
So I'm gonna have to ask. I have lots of questions.
So into our bus stop a student. Did he ever
bring it again after grades were final? Like knowing look
in class or sneaky messages and looking back? Now? Would
you do it again? Same situation, same stakes. Was the
cub in the hair, the souvenir the hottest fired or
was it the flesh lighting your up? We'll use your
mouth and those who are listening live. Have you ever
traded something naughty for something practical? A great job, per
a favor and it actually felt empowering instead of icky
or crossed a forbidden authority line like this. I'd really
like to know. Drop your answers live in the chat,
or you can also DM me and x at d
Nikki and I kk y dear Nikki. I'm twenty two
now and still love hitting the clubs in my city
to dance, drink, and let loose. One night I spotted
my old high school math teacher across the room, older,
still hot in that distinguished way, salt and pepper hair,
sharp draw. We locked eyes and he recognized me instantly.
Instead of being awkward, it turned electric. We ended up
hanging out at the bar, laughing about old class stories,
shot flowing, flirting, getting heavier by the minute. I just
finally leaned in and said, want to get out of here.
He didn't hesitate back up my place. We barely made
it through the door before close starting hitting the floor.
I pushed him down onto my bed so he was
lying back and crawled between his legs. I took my time,
slow wet suck ups and down his cock, tongue swirling
around the head, gently playing with his balls until he
was rock hard and throbbing in my mouth. I looked
up at him, lips still wrapped around him, and asked,
pussy or anal. He groaned, voice low anal. The answer
said this shiver through me. I climbed on top, straddled him,
reached back and spread my ass cheeks wide. I sank
down slowly onto his cock, taking every inch into my
tight hole while he watched my tits bounce bright in
his face. I wrote him like that for several twenty minutes,
grinding deep, rolling my hips, letting him suck and bite
my nipples while I clenched around him. When he couldn't
take it anymore, he grabbed my hips hard, pulled me
down flush against him, and I felt every pulse and
explode hot spurts, a cumb filling my ass. I stayed
there for a second, feeling him twitch inside me, then
slid off, leaned down and licked his cock completely clean,
tasting both of us. He got dressed, kissed me deep
one last time, and left, but not before making sure
I had his number say so he could do it again.
I'm already texting him dirty little ideas for round two.
You're a former student and now his anal queen. Could
you I don't know. I don't know if I they're
two teachers that I do know that are still in
the town when I went to school in that I
found attractive, but not I think back to those years,
i'd find them like I knew they were attractive, but
I didn't think of them as you know. I think
it went back with the too close to home, you know,
don't fuck where you eat kind of thing with me
to actually and I don't think i'd be brave enough
because that's all I would need. And yeah, and to
our author, our anal queen, has he hit you up
ever since that night? And what's the dirtiest thing he's
texted you or you've sent so far? And be honest,
did you get your filled up by both your math
teacher hit different because it's taboo or was it just
a really good dick because honestly, you know, ladies and chance,
sometimes it's just the person that they were in your
life at that time, you know. And to everyone that's listening,
ever run into someone from your past again teacher, coach, boss,
ex friend and in the wild and then turned it
into a full on hookup or have you fantasized about
doing exactly that. I don't think I have anybody. I
always say that, and then I remember somebody, Remember the person?
I said, how about a real kiss? Yeah? I have
had many, many, many, many, many, many many many fantasies
about that. So, but he wasn't a boss or a teacher.
Dear Nikki, I've been in the hookup community for a while,
interacting with couples who openly share the wife. We've chatted
swap picks, built up some flirty tension over time. This weekend,
they were hosting a hotel party. I messaged and she
invited me over last night for what we were both
expecting to be some rough, kinky fun. I walked into
the hotel room, door clicked shut behind me, and there
she was my kid's teacher, the same woman I see
at school events, parenting meetings, and the extracurricular activity that
we're both heavily involved in. We've made small talk in
the hallway, waved across the field, the whole normal parent
teacher thing. Neither of us have ever shown our faces
online before this moment. Her eyes went wide in pure
shock and embarrassment, flashing her face, I built the same
gut punch of recognition. For a second, we just stared
the air thick with oh fuck. I actually had to
turn and leave, muttering something about this being too weird.
Then I stopped. I realized this was her secret life,
her risk, not mine. I looked back at her locked
eyes and said, actually, we're doing this. Something shifted in
her expression, relief, excitement. She didn't invite it. In fact,
she melted when I took control like that. What followed
us was the dirtiest, roughest sex I've ever had. Stuff
I've only seen in born possessions, words, intensity, all of it.
I didn't use a condom. She was way past the
age of getting pregnant, so what was a concern. I
pushed every boundary as she took it, eagerly, moaning like
she'd been waiting for someone to unleash her. It was insane,
hotter than anything I experienced. But afterward the guilt hit hard.
She initially hesitated, shown that flash of no, this can't happen,
and I steamrolled right into it because I knew the
power dynamic meant she basically couldn't say no. Once we
were alone in that room, I took advantage of that,
and part of me loved it. And that's the fucked
up part I can't take. Now spring is coming. I've
been seeing her regularly at party events, probably chatting like
nothing happened while my kid runs around. How do we
even look at each other? The dad who claimed his
kid's teacher, I actually liked it. I liked that dominant.
We're doing this because you turning your back and I
think there would be just humiliation, and I mean I
could see the whole oh shit, you know, real life consequences.
Because the real life consequences were on her part, not his.
I mean, probably so, but let's be honest. The teachers
found out that he fucked a teacher, it would have
got around and he would have had other teachers. Let's
completely let's just rip the band aid off. That's exactly
what would have happened. And we all know it would
have on some form or fashion at least one of
them would have reached out. But it's like a gray area.
But I am still glad that you said nope, we're
doing this. I really thank you so much. And to
the dad who claimed the teacher, has she reached out? Since?
Are you both just pretending it didn't happen? Until then
next extracurricurricular activity. Deep down, do you really want round
two despite the guilt or are you hoping it stays
a one time, filthy secret? And to anybody else, have
you ever hooked up with somebody like at a party,
a mass grade party, or through a dating app and something,
and maybe you didn't recognize it until or you know,
who knows how it all happened, But then you find out,
like in the most intimate way, that this is probably
a person that's off limits. And we're not talking the
big no nos, right, We're talking like a teacher, you know,
boss's wife, so forth and so on. Oh goodness. It's
a good question, though, one that I would like answered.
Dear Niki. I'm a down low man, and these past
few days I've been insanely horny. Tonight, I finally caved
and hopped on to Sniffy's to see who was up
for a quick, no strings fun. An anonymous profile messaged
me right away. He was craving cock, specifically anonymous cock,
no faces, no names, just straight to business sucking. Perfect
for me since I'm a d L too. He sent
me a couple picks to prove he was real. Including
one of his face. My heart stop. It was my
former teacher, the one I was at TA four last year.
I graduated in May, so it's only been a few months,
but I always thought he was hot in a quiet, older,
intellectual way. Seeing his face pop up on Sniffy's made
my dick instantly rock hard at the thought of him
on his knees for me. We agreed to meet at
a nearby park that's known for nighttime cruising spot. I
show up in a full black outfit Ski Max, so
there was zero chance he'd recognize me the second we
linked up in the shadows. No hello, no small talk.
He just dropped straight to his knees, yanked my pants down,
and went to work. He started by licking my balls,
slow and diller, deliberate, then dragged his tongue all the
way up to my shaft. When he reached the tip,
he kissed it, swirled his tongue around it like he
was savoring it, then took me in deep, hands down,
the best head I've ever gotten from anyone, man or woman.
He let me grab his head and face fuck him,
my first time doing that, and holy shit, it felt incredible.
I was thrusting he was taking it like a pro,
moaning around my cock. When I got close, I warned
him and he just mumbled, come in my mouth around me.
I unloaded hard rope after rope, and he kept sucking,
milking every last drop. Then he pulled off, opened wide
to show me the full load on his tongue, locked eyes,
or what he could see through the mask, and swallowed
it all down like it was nothing. We split without
another word. I just got home, still buzzing. He's already
texted me that was hot. Want to get it again sometime.
Now I'm torn. Part of me wants to keep the
mask on forever, let him keep sucking anonymous stick while
I secretly know it's my old T shirt worshiping me.
The taboo of it is insane. But another part wants
to unmask. See his reaction when he realizes the cock
he just swallowed belongs to his former ta. The risk,
the power flip, the potential for more. Should I tell
him it's me? Or keep feeding him anonymous loads and
let the secret make it even dirtier? The mask load
swam secret da, I'm thinking, So I love that he
just drops his me. He may not even care to
know that could just be it. Maybe he likes the
mask of not knowing. I mean, he's there just to
suck your dick, so he may not really even care
who you are, So maybe revealing it does amp up
the heat into something ongoing and filthy. Or the longer
you have it on and then decide to reveal it,
it could just completely be a buzzkill. And if he's
a really good dick sucker, would you really want to
do that? I would say maybe if he's called back
a third time for some dick sucking, then it's time
to drop it. Maybe after the second time, like I said,
if he reaches out, like maybe, if he's done after two,
then it doesn't need to go any further. But like
the third one is like okay, I need to tell
you something, or you can just wait until he has
to take the mask off. It's up to you. Have
you ever jerked off again thinking about his tongue on
balls or the way he swallowed you while looking up
what's hotter in your head right now? Keeping him clueless
so you can keep using his mouth whenever you want,
or the moment you pull the mask and watch his
brain short circuit. I don't know, if you do tell him,
how would you drop it? Would you send him a
pick of your face with remember me? Or show up
a mass or how about I show up on mask
next time? There's so many questions. I really really, really
really really have so to everyone listening. Ever hooked up
anonymously cruising spot, app, Glory Hall, whatever, only to realize
it was someone you knew from real life? Did you
keep the secret going for more hookups? Or blow it
from massups? Shock value, spill the tea anonymous or not?
I really want the Mezzy details. And this is always
what I'm scared to death of. Is like, you know, like,
even if I'm like ninety million, like across the globe
in the UK, the one person you know will decide
to have a random hook up with it will be
someone I know from home. I'm just saying, Dear Nikki.
Miss c my high school Spanish teacher was young, sexy,
and way too flirty with her students. She had this natural,
bubbly charm that made every guy in class crush hard,
and yeah I was one of them. I wasn't great
at Spanish, but she treated me like one of her favorites. Anyway,
things got so obvious that someone filled an anonymous complaint
about our inappropriate relationship. We had to sit down with administrators.
Nothing physical ever happened, and I'm pretty sure the girl
who reported it just hated me for personal reasons. Still,
my parents freaked. I got switched to a different teacher
next year. Then missus C moved schools, and I eventually graduated.
Years passed. Thanks to the Internet. We stayed loosely in touch,
occasional emails, likes on social media photos. She got married,
then divorce. She was now in her late thirties, eleven
years older than me, but still an absolute knockout. Short
doc hair, purse, piercing blue eyes, dynamite smile, kill her body,
small tits, insanely fit, and one of those best asses
I've ever seen. Her Spanish accent, the way her lips
moved when she spoke her nurturing teacher by mixed with
shameless flirtation. It all still burned in my brain. I
still remember her standing at the front of class and
tied outfits, subtly swaying her hips while waiting for answers,
that round perky ass, stealing every glance. Fast forward seven
years since graduation, she emailed me out of the blue,
saying she was visiting New York City for the first
time and knew I live here. As non touristy recommendations,
I sent her a Kuller list. Then she casually offered
to be her tour guide. She replied, of course, but
only if you have time. I made time. We met
on a warm ball Saturday for late lunch. I greeted
her with a big hug and called her Tina right away,
nor more Missy. She looked surprised but smiled. Lunch was easy,
catching up, laughing about old school days. Then we wandered
Manhattan for miles my favorite hidden shops, her doing some shopping,
me playing chaperone. Pizza for dinner, and somehow we ended
up in my neighborhood. As the city turned into life
life mode. I suggested one more drink at my favorite dark,
cozy cocktail bar. She hesitated, it's getting late. Probably not
the best idea, but that cute smile gave her away
one I promised. We got a secluded table, ordered Margherita's.
She nursed her slowly, emitting she's not much of a
drinker because alcohol makes people make bad decisions. I teased
like I am making a bad decision. My hands slid
her to thigh under her table, gripping her firm for
tight jeans. She tinsed, then covered my hand with hers. O'Brien,
this isn't a good idea. I've known you too long.
She moved my hand away, but kept holding it fingers laced.
So was a bad decision, I asked. She squeezed, no, sweetheart,
I'm having the best time, but it's complicated. We should
call it a night. Disappointment hit, but I paid it
and followed her out, her perfect gass right in my
face as we climbed the stairs, pure torture outside, awkward silence.
She opened her arms for a good bye hug. I
pulled her in tight cheek kisses turned into her hands
sliding over my chest, my hands on her waist. We stared.
Then she pulled me in fur a quick peck, muttered
oh fucking damn it, and suddenly her tongue was in
my mouth. Hands gripping her ass, we made out like
teenagers against the brick wall in the middle of Manhattan.
Years of tension exploding. I asked her to come back
to my place. You can't tell any one, of course.
Three blocks later, elevator up, door shut. She kicked off
her shoes, admiring the view as we were back at
in the doorway, her arms round my neck, my hands
on her ribs and ass. I spun her around, peeled
off her top, kissed her neck, unhooked her braw. Jeans
were a struggle, tied as hell, but we got them
and her black thong off. I dropped to my knees
behind her as she bent over the kitchen island, nibbled
her thighs, then buried my face in her pussy, kissed
her lips, teased her glit with the slow, flat tongue, strokes,
hands kneading her ass. She moaned my name for the
first time. I didn't stop until she came hard, hands flying,
knocking books everywhere. With a crash, She apologized cutely as
she shuddered. She turned, kissed me, deep, tasting herself, stripped
my shirt, ran soft hands over my abs, then freed
my cock. Well Brian, She breathed, stroking me. I gripped
her hair. Ye, get me so pick baby. We kissed
hungrily while she worked me. I turned her back around.
She gripped the island. I admired that ass one last time,
rested my thick cock on it. You have no idea
how long I've wanted this body, She smirked, bounced it teasingly.
I lined up and pushed it inside her soaking pussy.
She yelped, Holy fuck at my sighs. I gripped her
neck and way found my rhythm, deep, steady thrusts that
made her moan and yell randomly. When I hit that
right spot, she kicked open a drawer and took propped
one leg up, opening herself wider. She wanted to see
my face, pulled me out, spun around, hopped on the counter,
legs spread wide. I slid back in, eyes locked, watching
her pants, tits jiggling, one hand on her breast, the
other supporting her neck. I hooked her left leg over
my shoulder, picked up speed, rubbed her clip while pounding deep.
The second orgasm hit, eyes rolling back, body shaking. I
told her I was close, good baby, don't stop until
you come Bryan. Both legs were on my shoulders now
she leaned back. I unloaded inside her, filling her completely,
nearly blacking out from the intensity. She lay there on
my countertop, naked, disheveled, my come leaking out of her
former teacher pussy. It was supposed to be a one
night thing, but we definitely made the most of the
rest of the night. Maybe else build those details another
eye the student who finally claimed his teacher. So I
liked this one. I know you jumped in a little bit. Hello, Betty,
you're back. I did like this one. I know you
didn't really get in, but you know going, you know,
asking a former student that you know that there was
a rumor of too much flirtation, and you end up
looking up with them anyway. I do like the I
liked the build up of the hesitation and she finally
gave in. I guess spoiler alert should have been right
before that, Betty. And and to our students, did she
text email after she left the next day or go
radio silent any guilt or regret on her end when
the post nut clarity hit? Or was she texting you
dirty Spanish pet names y morning? And to those listening
ever reconnected with a former teacher, coach or authority figure,
I mean it's a question that's all night, right, And
did the old power dynamic flips stay the same, or
make it even hotter again. Like I said, I don't
think I have a teacher that like post tick up
for You know, all my teachers were I didn't fuck where,
I ate, it was just whatever. Really, But Betty, I
think you might like this one popped in at the
right time. I think you might like this one, Dearnicky.
As my kids grew up, I was the ultimate PTO mom,
always volunteering in their classroom at every school event, and
the first one anyone called when there was a need.
It all started when my daughter was in fourth grade.
Her teacher year was the gorgeous Silver Fox, and suddenly
I found myself all in tearing a little more than
usual just to be in that classroom full of fourth grader's. Soon,
flirty conversation kicked in during recess when the kids were outside.
Sexy smiles traded back and forth. Glances definitely weren't about
do you need help with that paperwork? In the coffee room,
I'd be at the machine and he'd squeeze past in
the tight little hallway, close enough that his body brushed
my backside. Some days he'd steal a quick pinch on
my ass or grab my hip and pull me back
against the hard length of him while no one was looking.
Over the years, we became great friends, almost best friends. Really.
The flirting never stopped in the classroom, back in the
copier room, even in the hallway. With secret phrases I
knew he meant he wanted to fuck me. Song lyrics,
movie lines turned into our private code for pure desire.
Then came the couple's nights. His wife and I got close,
and he and my husband hit it off. Before long,
we were all having dinner and drinks together, one lengthing.
One thing led to another, and suddenly we were all
making out, him whispering how many days he wanted to
fuck me right here on the coffee room while he
brushed by his dick hard against me, me dripping wet
every single time he touched me. Those drinking nights turned
into so much more, opening up a whole new world
of sexual desires. That was our first dive into their lifestyle,
swapping partners, where I finally got to have way more
fun in the bedroom than I ever did in the classroom.
Even now, years later, we still talk. He still wants me.
He jokes about meeting up in the woods for a
dirty little rendezvous and out in nature. My kids are
long grown and gone, but it all started back in
the fourth grade when the silver fox teacher had an
ultimate desire for the Petio mom, your secret classroom crush.
I like this. It left so much to the imagination,
and it like there was enough there that you could build.
The story could go anywhere you wanted it to, Like
you know in the coffee room, was there more than
just that? And how did he touch her? Touching come
sometimes is even more sexier and dirtier than the actual act,
even though the actual act can be great. So to
the author, does that Wood's rendezvous actually happen? Or is
it still a delicious teazing between the two of you?
And looking back? Do you have a single favorite code
phrase from those hallway moments that still get you going?
And to those that are listening, have you ever had
a crush or a flirtation that started the most innocent
place and turn into something way more steamier? I'd really
like to know. I'm like you, I think, Betty, there
is a lot more that happened, and hopefully the person
will right back in and let us know, because I
don't know about you, but I'm dying here more because
in the windows just nothing just doesn't happen, just saying,
and who doesn't turn round two or fifty hundred from
a filler fox? I know I didn't or haven't. Yes,
hopefully we'll hear again from it. You know, I really, really,
really I'm a good silver fox. Story gets me going?
What can I say? These forbidden teacher tale I love them?
From snaky bus stop deals to app fueled cream bi sessions,
Tonight's confessions show us that old crushes never really die,
They just get dirtier with time. The key takeaways consent
and chemistry can turn taboo into treasure, but always navigate
those power dynamics with care. Guilt can sneak in when
the heat fades. And remember what happens after graduation stays
well in your fantasies until you confess here, of course,
and that riddle I assist with the direction. Sometimes big
balls hang from me, and I'm called a big swinger.
When am I? Do you have a guess, Betty, no clue.
It's a crane. I love these. I know they're dorky,
but I love them. Which one did you tell them?
The coconut one? I think I think the coconut one
with something like what's some what's moist on the inside
and Harry on the outside, And it begins with I'm
trying to remember it. I'm gonna are you? Are you
going back to the barn to meet them, because I'll
send you the list of the jokes I tell matter
of fact, I think I can find it really quick
for you. See, can hang on? What is it? Yeah?
What's harry on the outside and soft and went in
the inside? Starts with the letter C and ends with
a letter T. That's that one, Okay, I'll send them
to you. So there's this one. I love, I love
you know. They're considered dad jokes. I love a good
dad joke. I do. I don't know what it is
about them. It's like there's a fine line between completely
stupid to corny, and I like the early corny ones
like this, what was his tonight? What did the two
lesbian vampires say to each other? I don't know.
Speaker 2: I'll see you next month, oh Beth, Oh, okay, that's
a little much.
Speaker 1: I love you, but that's a little much. I could
see it now. The beat and greet next February, all
of us telling bad jokes. I don't know if you
saw I don't know if you heard me before you
it wouldn't go. But someone in the in our chat
in uh, I think it's in general chat. So there
is a company that makes gun and it is. I
checked it out and I'm thinking about sending them send
them an email and say, hey, by the way, your
product was mentioned on the show. Uh. But yes, it's
called gun oil, so I thought it was gun oil.
But no, it's like real lube. It's anal lube. And
they look like little bullets. I was like, oh, And
then to answer our question, did they carried around? No,
they have pocket size, like like it's like a condom
wrapper size, or a little bit bigger like it looks
like it's a bit about as big as like a
catchup packet, and it's full loube. I'm like, well, that's
what he did. He pocked it. He packed it like
a condom in his wallet. That story is gonna if
I do a Best of show, well probably will. That
dope story is definitely going in because you know, just
saying and by the way, I changed tomorrow to Saint
Patrick's Day because yeah, and all moved the other one
unil later date, but it was too good not to do.
I know, yeah, you do learn something every day, So
confessions about Saint Patrick's Day tomorrow. Thanks for getting wicked
with me on this Nikki after dark. These confessions are
only as hot as the ones you're holding back, so
don't be shy. Drop your anonymous bilth here on the
discord channel and my DMS, or you can send them
to me at Nikki and n ikk Y at Dearniki
dot com, or on the website at Dearniki dot com
under the confessions tab. And until tomorrow, stay slippery, stay sinful,
and let those late nights thoughts run wild. This is
Nicky signing off for tonight.