Speaker 1: Hey there, my delicious dirty listeners. Welcome to another episode
of Nikki after Dark, where your wildest anonymous confessions come
to life. I'm Nikki, and tonight we're celebrating the harp pounding, risk,
risky public and totally forbidden stranger sacks. Here are three
short teasers of what a fine In today's show, A
woman in a tiny red dress getting fuck standing up
at a packed, upscale whiskey bar, a dominant stranger buried
deep inside her while a business man SIPs their drinks
just feet away, completely unaware or maybe not. One very
drunk listener hops into a stranger's BMW after a quick
grinder chat and gets her throat brutally fucked before he
rips her pans down and pounds her senseless. And a
husband watches his wife bring home a hot young stranger
from the bar and fuck him right in front of
him on their own couch. That and so so much more.
But first, I want to ask you all a question
that's completely different from tonight's stories. How does sharing your
deepest sexual secrets and adventures with your partner change the
way you connect? I love to hear your honest thoughts,
so here are two open ended questions for you. Has
opening up about your wildest fantasies brought you closer together
or created unexpected tension? And what would it take for
you to finally share that one secret fantasy you've been
keeping to yourself. And you know how to reach me.
It's Nikki Nikky at dear Nikki dot com, anonymously through
the website as usual at Dearniggi dot com under the
confession stab. You can also do it in our handy
dandy discord channel. Well, well, I'm sure there are other
peoples that have fantasies just like you. Send your answers
my way. I Lee read every single one on the
show and for tonight's friddle as usual. It sounds extremely dirty,
but I promise it's completely clean. I'm small and hard,
but holes love me. What am I keep that in
your dirty little mind? I know you have it. We'll
reveal the answer at the 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 moronic fantasies from people just like you
and me. Dear Nikki, I never thought I'd be writing
something like this, But here I am still replaying every
filthy second in my head. It wasn't making love, it
wasn't even sax. It was straight up, fucking raw and relentless.
In the back of a noisy club bathroom, My face
was pressed hard against the cold stall wall. My breast
smashed flat against it while I tried to brace myself.
My hands pushed weakly back, desperate to create the tiny
spit of space before he slammed into me again. His
ragged breath burned in my ear that every brutal thrust,
my whimpers grew louder, uncontrollable as his hips drove deeper.
One of his strong hands wrapped around my throat. The
other gripped my hips so tightly I knew I'd wear
his finger prints for days. Sweatslicked both of our bodies
as he picked up speed, pounding into me without mercy.
His trousers were barely opened, just enough for his boxers
to be shoved down so he could freeze thick length
and bury it in my dripping heat. My skirt was
bunched uselessly, lay around my waist, legs spread wide, my
panties dangling forgotten around my left ankle. No one who
knows me would ever believe I'd do something like this.
I'd famostized about it, sure, but actually letting a stranger
I met barely two hours early fuck me senseless in
a public bathroom. That shocked me heap, and the second
he looked into my eyes and silently took my hand,
all my fears melted away. He didn't ask, he didn't speak.
He just gave me a moment to set my drink
down before pulling me through the crowd back. The moment
the bathroom door closed behind us, he grabbed my chin
and crushed his mouth to mine, rough, demanding so fucking hot.
When we broke apart, his eyes were dark with hunger.
I reached for the lock, but he stopped me. His
gaze said everything. Let them come in, let them hear us,
let them know exactly what's happening. No words passed between
us in that stall, just heated casses, desperate moans, grasping hands,
grinding bodies, and breathless whimpers. Everything blurred together in the
best way. I still remember the intense way he watched
me while his fingers slid inside me, his thumb circling
my clip. He studded me every shutter, every tremble of
my lip, every tiny gasp. As he set the slow,
teasing rhythm, I could feel how wet I was, how
tightly I clinched around his fingers. The thought that made
my body was turning him on even more, made me
mount moan louder. Then what felt like, in a single
heart beat, he had me penned against the wall. He
used the flat of his hand to gather my wetness,
making my legs shake violently. I heard the slick sounds
as he coated himself, then the thick, throbbing head of
his cock swipe across by swollen nub. My legs nearly
gave out. He steadied my hip with one hand while
guiding himself to my entrance with the other. I moaned
as he pressed in slow, at first, agonizing slow, until
he stretched me open and finally slid deep. He rested
his forehead against the back of my neck for a moment,
breathing hard, before he started moving back and forth, deeper
each time, until his hips snapped flush against my ass,
and we both groaned. From there, his pace turned savage
two hands on my hips, slamming into me loud enough
to echo, then one hand fisting my hair, the other
sliding up my bare back. But when his fingers finally
closed around my throat again, I shuddered and moaned, helplessly
pushing back into him. His thrust grew harder, deeper, more desperate.
The sounds of skin slapping skin mixed with our constant
moans and his low guttural glows against my shoulder. I
loved every brutal second. When his rhythm started to stutter,
his hips chirked faster, I felt a pang of disappointment
that had ended, but I was dying to feel him
come undone. His hand left my hip and moved between
my legs, rubbing my clit ferociously. As he rutted into me.
My vision went white, my body exploded, My knees nearly
buckled from intensity. Afterward, I was trembling so hard I
could barely stand. He gently guided me to the sinks,
knelt down, and carefully cleaned me up with a paper towel.
He stood, looked at me in the eyes for the
first time since we left the bar, and asked, softly, well,
I see you again, I could only nod weakly. He smirked,
picked up my panties from the floor, and slipped them
into his pocket like a trophy. With one last heathen look,
he walked out, leaving me there bare marked and completely satisfied.
Your breathless bathroom stranger, still carrying your panties in my pocket? Hello, breathless?
How are you? I love this the mix of being anonymous.
They're all dominance, as you guys should know. It just
itn't really does get me Chells. It gives me very
very sexy chills, kind of like the guy massaging my
hands and arms. Well he was, Yeah, that's a whole
nother story that happened today. Have you ever let another
stranger you take you like that? Or is this, you know,
a one time thing? And listeners, would you have locked
the door or left it unlocked like he wanted letting others?
Hear you moan? Ooh hmm. In question, you know somebody,
anybody could walk right in. What do you guys think
I'm on the fence on no one, because right now
I find leaving and unlocked. Maybe cracktice a tiny bit
sounds really hot. Maybe I'm turned on anybody want to
come find out. Dear Nikki, I still can't believe I
actually did it, but the video doesn't lie. My husband
recorded the whole thing, and every time I watch it back,
I get wet all over again. We were at a bar,
just having normal night out when this tall, confident stranger
started chatting with us. The chemistry was instant, especially the
way his eyes kept drifting over my body. After a
couple drinks and some flirty conversation, my husband leaned in
and whispered a quick question, I've been fantasizing about for months.
Want to take him home? All right here? We ended
up in the dimly lit back corner booth, half hidden.
It's still risky. I straddled the stranger while my husband's
down across from us, phone in hand, quietly filming everything.
I lowered myself on to him at first, gasping as
I felt how thick and long he really was. Inch
by inch, he strump me open until I was fully seated,
and oh my god, I could literally feel the bulge
of his cock pressing deep into my stomach. It was
so intense I had to pause and breathe. My hands
braced on his chest when my body adjusted to being
so completely filled. Then I started riding him, slow, rolling
grinds at first, letting my hips circle so I could
feel every ridge in vain rubbing inside me. My moans
grew louder with each bounce. The wet, obscene sounds of
my pussy sliding up and down. His thick shaft filled
the booth, skin slapping juice's cone him my slick squelch
every time I dropped down hard. I couldn't help it.
I was so soaked it was stripping down my balls.
My husband kept the camera steady, zooming on all where
we joined, capturing my way. My pussy lips stretched tight
around that massive cock in the visible bulge moving in
my lower belly. With every deep thrust upward, I rode
him hard, faster, my tit's bouncing nibbles hard and aching.
The stranger's hand gripped my ass, spreading me open for
the camera while I thrust up to meet me, hitting
that spot that makes my eyes roll back. I came
so hard I nearly screamed, my whole body shaking, pussy clenching,
pulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed through me.
He followed right after, groaning deep as he filled me
up hot spurts, pulsing so deep I could swear I
feel it my womb. When I finally climbed off legs trembling,
my husband captured the creamy mess linking out of me,
the satisfied smirk on the stranger's face. We still watched
that video together almost every night. I'll be love seeing
how stretched and ruined I look taking someone so much
bigger than him. You're a creamy, bulging bar slut, still
dripping for around two. Nope, I would have chosen the
ladder of taking him home. But I have to say
getting away with fucking somebody in the back bar booth,
that's yeah, that's pretty hot. I wonder how dark that
corner was, and we know at least I would think
somebody would notice. Now, if you were the one noticing,
what would you do? Have you or your partner ever
recorded a hot wive moment like this? What was the
biggest literally surprised you've had with a stranger? And would
you let your husband filed you film you while riding
a hung stranger in public and then rewatch it together
while you both got off. Yes? Absolutely, absolutely, I would
dear Niki. Last weekend, my wife turned one of my
deepest fantasies into reality, and I'm still reeling from how
insanely hot it was. We were out at our favorite
bar having a few drinks when this young athletic guy,
probably in his mid twenties started flirting with her. He
was tall, confident, with that cocky smile that made it
obvious he wanted her. Instead of shutting it down, my
wife leaned into it, laughing at his jokes, touching his arm,
letting her eyes linger. I watched the whole thing already
getting hard just from the tension building between them. After
closing time, she whispered something in his ear, then turned
to me with that mischievous little smile and said, he's
coming home with us. The second we walked through the door,
the energy shifted. My wife pulled him straight into the
living room, right in front of me. She kissed him hard,
her hands sliding under his shirt while he groped her ass.
I sat on the couch, heart pounding, and as she
dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants and pulled out
his thick, already hard cock. It was bigger than mine,
noticeably longer and grothier. She looked up at me with
lust filled eyes as she took him into her mouth,
sucking him deep and sloppy, moaning around his link like
she couldn't get enough. She didn't waste much time. Within minutes,
she had stripped off her dress, pushed him down on
to the couch beside me, and climbed on top. I
had a perfect view as she guided his big cock
to her wet instruments and slowly sank down, stretching herself
open around him. She let out this long, throaty moan
as he filled her completely deeper than I ever could.
Then she started riding him again, slow and sensual at first,
her hips rolling so I could see every inch sliding
in and out, her juices coating his shaft and dripping
down his palls. The sounds were filthy, wet skins, slapping
her moans, growing louder and more desperate, his low groans
as he thrust up into her. She wrote him harder, faster,
tit's bouncing his face while his sucked on her nipples.
I couldn't look away. My wife, my sweet beautiful wife,
looked so fucking sexy, taking this young stranger's cock right
in front of me, Her face twisted in pleasure as
I rarely see when were together. When she came, it
was explosive. Her body shook, legs trembling, pussy cleansing around him.
As she cried out. He flipped her on to her
back the coffee table, spread her legs wide, and fucked
her hard and deep, pounding into her while I watched
from inches away. The wet, rhythmic slapping of her constant
oh fuck yes harder moons filled the room until he
finally groaned and emptied himself deep inside her, filling her
with his load. Afterwards, she lay there breathless, legs still spread,
his combs slowly leaking out of her swollen pussy, while
she smiled at me with pure satisfaction. I've never felt
more turned on or more in love with her. Your
cut cold husband still rock hard, replying it, ooh, that's
I wouldn't Yes, I guess I don't see it as
a cut cold in this situation. I mean, I know
it falls into the box, but you know me, I
don't like boxes. I think it's kind of hot that
a partner, lover or whatever we're call them wants to
see your other you know, wants to see you where
you see them completely lose utter control and it turns
them on. I find that really really hot in a
in a very connection kind of way, and I want some,
I really do. I'm just saying how many of the
other people out there would like something like this. I'd
really want to know watching your wife lose control with
herself and pleasure of someone else, especially younger, bigger. What
do you think is it because he's younger? I mean,
I know that's a thing where And I've talked to
several couples where a husband really wants to watch a
younger man and she's not into it. She's like me,
she loves some you know, a good silver fox, but
he wants to watch her with a younger man. And
they live in a college town. And I remember telling him,
you know, why don't you you know she's not gonna
card them. She likes dick. I mean, do you really
see her seeing her at the door going I need
to carge you, I need to carge you, I need
to card you. Just make sure they don't look, you know, underage,
you know, because some college boys could still look underage.
You know, go to grad school. Don't go to you
know the ones where you know the party seeing go
go an upscale bar around college town. You know, maybe
you can find a ta around there that's looking to
get some ass. Husband and mine's out there. Have you
ever watched your partner fuck a stranger right in your
own home? How did it feel seeing her take someone
so much bigger and listeners? Would you bring home a
hot stranger from the bar and ride him in front
of your spouse and let him see every deep thrust
in cream pie finish? I don't know if you're younger.
I mean, it depends on how younger we're talking. I mean,
I guess it was just for a night. Maybe if
that's what he wanted, I'd have to be convinced on
that one. Guys just saying, Danny Key got so drunk
at the club last night. I was a total mess.
I couldn't find my friends, everything was spinning, and I
was way past the point of making good decisions. I
pulled out my phone an open grinder, slurring my way
through chat with some guy who said he was right
down the street. He offered to come pick me up
in his BMW. Stupidly I said yes. The second I
climbed to his car, he didn't even wait. He grabbed
a fistful of my hair shoved my face straight into
his crotch. Before I could even react, he had his
cock out and was brutally fucking my throat deep, rough
and relentless, while I gagged and struggled against him. I
was so drunk and incoherent I could barely push back.
He just kept going, using my mouth like a toy.
When he pulled off, got out of the car and
told me to get out too. He had to literally
hold me up because my legs were useless. He folded
the seats down in the back and guided my shaking
body and sigh Without a word, he ripped my pants
and underwear down to my ankles. Thank god I had lived,
Because he didn't hesitate. He lined up fucked the living
shit out of me, hard and fast, founding thrust that
shook the whole car. I was moaning and whimpering, half
drunk and completely overwhelmed as he railed me deep. When
he started getting close, I managed to mumble, maybe you
should pull out. He laughed and growled nope, before slamming
in one last time. And flooding my hole with his
hot load. He stayed buried and sighed me for a
few seconds, pulsing, then pulled out, zipped up, and told
me to get the fuck out of his car. He
left me standing there in an empty parking lot, calm
linking down my thighs, pants still around my ankles, and
completely used and abandoned vodka, Red Bulls or no joke.
I was totally taken advantage of, and somehow I still
can't stop thinking about how rough and degrading it filt.
You're sluppy cumfilled grinder hook up. I do have to say,
I like the Nope, it just came inside your divat.
That is kind of hot, but it's it's kind of
funny too. Nope, I'm coming right here. I need somebody
to do that with me. Pull out. No, but then
again I don't want them to pull out, so I'd
have to fake it. So did you ever get that
wasted again? I mean, did this end up turning you on?
I mean, obviously you think about it, because you rode
in and listeners. Would you ever get into a stranger's
car after a night of heavy drinking knowing you might
end up throat fucked and bread with no say in
the matter. Now, I've watched too many crime shows to
even have that thought, so no, m M, they just
have to take me over the head of the car.
Dear Nikki. One night, I went out with some pals
to a local gay bar, just dancing, drinking and having fun.
After grabbing fresh drinks from the bar, I suddenly felt
a strong hand grab my ass. I turned around and
saw this hot guy in his late twenties or early
thirties smiling and winking at me. I had a few drinks,
so I was feeling bold and confident. I blew the
kiss and winked back, then walked to my table, intentionly
swaying my hips and shaking my ass for him. After
a round of cheers with my friends, I noticed the
same guy motioning for me to dance with him on
the floor. I excused myself and went straight to him.
The dancing quickly turned filthy, and he was behind me,
hands all over my body while I grinded back against him,
pressing my ass against the growing bulge in his pants.
The more we danced and fondled each other, the hotter
it got. Then I felt his hand slip into my jeans,
sliding under my underwear and heading straight for my ass.
I looked at him nervously because the place was packed
and so uneasily could see. But he just smiled, pulled
me closer, leaned into my ear, whispered, you think you
can get away with being such a slut, do you?
He said it as he started kneading my ass cheek hard.
Now you have to deal with the consequences. I was
scared of getting caught, but so fucking turned on. I
let him play with my asp while my hands sneak
down to caress his bolds. Suddenly he spun me around,
reached deeper into my pants, and slid a finger into
my hole and kissed me deeply. I could barely hold
back my moans as I kissed him back. His hands
had out and whispered meet me in the handicapped bathroom
in five minutes. I went back to my table, face burning,
breathing heavy. I down my drink, chatted a bit with
my pals to play it cool, then slipped away to
the bathroom. When I carefully entered, he was already there,
pants around his ankles, thick cock in his hand. Slowly
stroking it. It wasn't the biggest or thickest I'd seen,
but right then I didn't care at all. I locked
the door behind me, dropped to my knees, and took
him in my hand. The tip was alway rut for precomb.
I ran my tongue around his head, tasting him and
making him grunt. Then he grabbed the back of my
head and shoved his cock all the way down my throat.
I choked and gagged hard, tears filling my eyes, but
he didn't let up. He started fucking my mouth with vast,
deep strokes. My throat and jaw ached. I was crying
but felt it so damn good. At the same time,
I pulled out my own cock and started jerking off
ferociously while he face fucked me. He suddenly pulled out
and slapped me across the face with his wet cock.
I slobbered all over it, licking and sucking his balls too.
I went back to sucking his tip, then heard the
door handle jiggle. Some one was trying to get in.
There were knocks and more tempts before they gave up
and left. We both knew we had to finish fast.
He shoved his cock back down my throat, then slowly
pulled out and started jerking me off over my face.
I opened my mouth wide, closed my eyes, and pumped
my own cock like crazy. We came almost at the
same time. I sprayed all over the wall and floor
while I shot most of his load straight into my mouth,
the rest landing on my face. He used the tip
of his cock to push the cumb on my face
and into my mouth. I took him back in and
sucked him clean, then showed him my load on his tongue,
swallowed it all and opened my mouth and again to
prove it. He helped me up and said, you were
a good slut today. Hopefully we meet again, heiler first,
I waited a couple minutes before slipping out too, heart
still racing and lips swollen. Your eager bar bathroom cocksucker.
I know bathrooms are like a crazy risky place, but
I I just can't. I I my miles are very
different on this from this person, but I can understand
where maybe getting lost in lust Hayes can like negate
that I just m But I do like the way
he took control. Everybody knows that, right. Have you ever
hooked up with him again. Did you go back to
the bar and maybe hopefully run into end so you
can be a good little cocksucker again? I want to
know that. And listeners, would you drop to your knees
and let a dominant stranger face fuck you in a
public restroom, swallowing every drop while people knock on the door. Again,
I understand, I completely understand, and I find why it's
sex gate and risky, but it's a though, it's a
no right now. I would have to be completely, completely,
utterly lost in lust haze to forget about. We're in
the middle of the bathroom at a bar, just saying,
dear Nikki, I love dangerous, risky secks were somewhere you
absolutely shouldn't be fucking. The constant thrill of getting caught,
watched or even outed hanging over every second. A little
while ago, I went on this quote unquote blind date
that was really of mora let's meet and if you're
not a psycho, let's fuck or arrangement. I have this
intense erotic stranger fantasy and the sky Chris seemed more
and happy to indulge in it. He picked an upscale,
luxury whiskey bar all dark leather, cigars and tes testosterone.
Happy hour was in full swing, packed with powerful men
in suits and closing deals. The second I walked in,
wearing my sexy red dress, low cut to show off
my tits, short enough that it barely covered my ass,
paired with sky high stilettos, I felt every eye in
the place turned toward me. I arrived early and took
a seat at the short end of the L shaped bar,
back again the wall and this little hidden look. After
ordering my first drink, I could feel the stairs. A
few guys approached, but none had the intense, dominant energy
I'd been chatting with online. They were too timid. I
politely chatted anyway, just in case. Then this man walked up, tall, confident,
radiating pure macho bravado. He flirted hard, aggressively from the start.
My mind this had to be Chris, but he never
used the secret password stranger. Strangely, that made it even hotter.
At the point I didn't care anymore. I was getting
fucked tonight, whether he was Chris or just some bold
stranger who saw an opportunity. After a few minutes of
charged conversation, he told me to stand up, even in
my tallest heels. He towered over me. He pulled me
against him with one hand, while the other slid under
my short skirt, lifting it up up, groping my ass openly.
The confidence and aggression made me wet. Then he did
something incredibly brazen. He turned me so my back was
to him and nudged me forward until my stomach pressed
against the bar. His hands disappeared up my skirt again
exploring my ass while I arched my back and suddenly
pushed my ass out toward him. Other patreons were all
around us, but in that corner nook they couldn't see
what was happening below the bar. He tapped the inside
of my heel with his foot silently commanded me to
spread my legs. I obeyed, inching them wider and wider
until I was standing there with my legs parted, trying
not to draw too much attention. He lifted my skirt
fully pressed his heart cock, still in his trousers, against
my ass, wrapped one strong arm around my waist. I
slowly started grinding back on him. Standing a lap danced
right there the bar. Then he reached down, hooked my
thong and slowly pulled it down my legs until it
pulled around one ankle. He ran his fingers over my
trip and pussy. I heard the mistakable sounds of his
sipper lowering. Facing forward with my elbows on the bar,
my legs spread, I felt the thick head of his
cock passed against my entrance. I glanced back, just an ass.
He pushed inside me, sliding every inch deep in one
smooth thrust. Fuck. I had a stranger's cock buried inside
me in the middle of a crowded, upscale bar. He
leaned in, moved my hair aside, and whispered hotly in
my ear that he was going to fuck my brains
out right there. And he did not fast in jackhammering.
That would have been too obvious. Instead, he took me
with slow, deliberate, intense strokes, each one reaffirming his total control. Waves.
A heat rushed through me. I tried so hard to
stay quiet and discreet, but my flushed faced, heavy breathing,
and sudden rocking of my body probably gave us away
to anyone paying attention. A few patrons differently noticed their
eyes lingered on my gasping expression in our suspicious position,
but no one said a word. The bar tender was
too busy to care. When Chris finally came, he buried
himself as deep as possible and unloaded, flooding me with
pulse after pulse of hot come while I gripped the
bar for dear life. After he finished, he casually stepped back,
slipped out of me, and mixed his clothes. He bit
down and picked my thong up from the floor and
handed to me, just like I dropped a napkin. We
exchanged one last holy fuck look. I finally asked him
to say the secret password to confirm he was really Chris,
but he smirked, dropped cash on the bar for his drink,
and walked out without another word. I never found out
if he was actually Chris or just some random dominant
stranger who sees the moment. I tried contacting the original
Chris later, but got no reply either way. I walked
into that bar hoping to get fucked by a stranger,
and I absolutely did cream by right at the bar
while half the room might have been watching. You're dripping
thongless bar slut. Okay this, I would have done this.
I'm totally down for Oh my god, oh my, oh
my oh my you haven't even blushing her here. I
wouldn't have said a word either. If I would have
caught you mm mmm, I'd have been like, holy fuck,
I'm gonna go over there in the other corner. I'm
gonna masturbate just wow. So I have to know. I
know he never answered again, but did you ever do
this again? And yeah? I love the fact that are
we thinking this is Chris? Are we thinking this is
just a guy or a bold stranger, like maybe Chris
chickened out, or Chris chickened out but told his friend
and his friend showed up. I have lots of questions, Chris,
if you're out there, this is you, I've got to know.
I've really got to know here. So could you stay
quiet and discreet while a dominant stranger slowly just fucks
you comes inside you at a busy bar, knowing other
people might be figuring out what's happening? And would you
let a stranger fuck you in a crowded bar without
even confirming who he was. I'm still stuck on that
part where he just smirked and walked out the door.
That's that's macho confidence. That's panty milt to me. That's
that's fucking hot to saying guys. Tonight, we heard confessions
that prove how intoxicating danger and unknown can be. From
the woman who got discreet lyad cream pied in a
Crowley luxury bar by a stranger she wasn't even sure
he was her date, we learned that pure confidence in
public risks can turn into an ordinary night into an
unforgettable high. From the husband who watched his wife's get
stretched and fucked by younger, bigger man right in front
of him, we saw how trust, jealousy, and the raw
arousal can mix into something incredibly powerful when both partners
are on the same pie page. And from the drunk
grinder encounter that ended with a rough crr creep pie
and an abandoned parking lot, we are reminded that alcohol
plus anomininity can lead to an intense, degrading and sometimes
blurry consent situations. The thrill is real, but so are
the consequences. The big takeaway here that adrenaline rush from
risking it all, surrendering control and embracing the taboo can
make sex feel electric. But the hottest risks are the
ones where you still feel safe enough to enjoy the fall.
And now the answer for our riddle. I'm small and hard,
but holes love me. When am I a key? I
wanted to give you an easy one. I hoped that
was easy. I kind of thought it was. Thank you
for listening, my very naughty friends. If you have a
confession burning a hole in your phone, send it to
Nikki and Ikky at darnicki dot com or anonymously on
the website at darnicki dot com under the confession's tab,
or you can drop it over in my DMS over
on the Discord channel. Remember, stay safe, stay curious, keep
chasing the those thrills that make our heart race, and
I'll see you tomorrow night on Dear Nicky after dart,
sweet dreams and even sweeter sins