Speaker 1: Hello, my delicious devance, Welcome back to the afterglow. This
Speaker 1: is the post Valentine's Regrets or Triumph's broadcast, and we
Speaker 1: really went there. From cap saying chaos that turned a
Speaker 1: spicy dinner into literal fire down below, to a meticulous
Speaker 1: planned hot wife scene where Stocky shimmered, heels clicked, and
Speaker 1: a double team that delivered pure bliss to a wife
Speaker 1: in blue lace, legging, bagging to be used like a whore,
Speaker 1: unlocking filthy new depths. Valentine's gives us everything a laugh
Speaker 1: until you cry, Disaster's boundary pushing highs and left bodies
Speaker 1: buzzing for days. The hard lessons that remind us consent,
Speaker 1: check ins and aftercare aren't optional. They are the foundation
Speaker 1: these confessions. They're raw, real and a reminder packed wash
Speaker 1: your hands like you you mean it after Chili's communicate
Speaker 1: boundaries before the heat hits, and sometimes the hottest nights
Speaker 1: are the ones you give yourself permission to be shamelessly,
Speaker 1: solo and greedy. If this episode has you throbbing, laughing, reflecting,
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Speaker 1: so you can sink into every whisper, every moan and
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Speaker 1: settle in, maybe trace a finger where you're already sensitive,
Speaker 1: dim everything else, and let's relive those Valentines, triumphs, disasters
Speaker 1: and everything deliciously in between. Ni, and thank you for
Speaker 1: joining me tonight. I'm your host, Nikki, of course, and
Speaker 1: today's episode is all about post Valentine regrets or triumphs,
Speaker 1: the stories that leave you laughing, blushing or learning a
Speaker 1: hard lesson. We've got listener confessions that range from hilarious
Speaker 1: fails to scorching success and maybe a regret or too.
Speaker 1: On today's show, I picture romantic dinner at home with candles,
Speaker 1: wine and some seriously spicy chili's things that up heat
Speaker 1: up in the bedroom until the capsaisan transfer turns into
Speaker 1: pure panic, meticulously planned Valentine's Day fantasy where a husband
Speaker 1: watches his hot wife surrender to another man, stalking shimmering
Speaker 1: and heels are staying on and what starts as a
Speaker 1: sweet Valentine setup explodes into filthy dirty talk when a
Speaker 1: wife begs to be used like a whore. That and
Speaker 1: so so much more, Dear Nikki. Last weekend, I finally
Speaker 1: did something I fantasized about for years. My partner was
Speaker 1: out of town, the house was completely mine, and I
Speaker 1: spent the entire Saturday night completely naked, lights low, slow,
Speaker 1: r and B playing edging myself for almost three hours
Speaker 1: with just my hands, a small vibe, and a mirror
Speaker 1: propped up so I could watch every single reaction on
Speaker 1: my face. I didn't let myself finish until while I
Speaker 1: was literally shaking and begging out loud to an empty room.
Speaker 1: When I finally came, it hit so hard I actually
Speaker 1: cried for a second afterward, not sad tears, just overwhelming release.
Speaker 1: I've never felt that shamelessly powerful and filthy at the
Speaker 1: same time. Now I keep replaying it and wondering if
Speaker 1: I'm supposed to feel guilty about how much I love
Speaker 1: being selfish with my own body. Am I weird for
Speaker 1: wanting to do it again tonight? Anonymous? No, absolutely, you're
Speaker 1: not weird. You're awake. I love when people take that
Speaker 1: time to explore their body, because as we age, things
Speaker 1: change and we're not the same as we used to be.
Speaker 1: Just because we can fuck like rabbits in our twenties,
Speaker 1: when we reach our fifties, and trust me, not that
Speaker 1: I'm fifty, but you tend to just wake up then
Speaker 1: you're It's not just one thing that kind of It's
Speaker 1: got like a house up to your it for twenty
Speaker 1: plus years or even ten or twenty or forty. It's
Speaker 1: not one thing that goes wrong. It's like a complete
Speaker 1: one after another after another. So exploring our body and
Speaker 1: new adventures with our own body is something I welcome.
Speaker 1: It isn't masturbation, it's full body reclamation. You have time,
Speaker 1: you give yourself time space and zero interruptions and total
Speaker 1: permission to be greedy about your pleasure without performing for
Speaker 1: anyone else, And that's very rare. Most of us are
Speaker 1: still half conditioned to rush, stay quiet, and or feel
Speaker 1: like we need a partner's eyes to validate the experiences.
Speaker 1: You flipped on the script. You became your own audience,
Speaker 1: your own lover, your own witness. The shaking, the begging
Speaker 1: out loud, the tears at the end. That's what happens
Speaker 1: when the nervous system finally gets every guard it's been
Speaker 1: holding on for years. So I say, schedule it, schedule
Speaker 1: it multiple times a day if needed. Right now, audience,
Speaker 1: I have to ask Red, you'r in turn, what's the
Speaker 1: most unapologically indulgent thing you've ever done just for your
Speaker 1: own pleasure, solo or with someone? How did it change
Speaker 1: the way you think about your body or your desire afterward?
Speaker 1: No one, no judgment here, as you know, just curiosity.
Speaker 1: What do you think? Red? I know you didn't hear it.
Speaker 1: And by the way, good evening. Do you know do
Speaker 1: you want me to reread it again? Mark this second?
Speaker 1: Cut it out? Oh making a messine here? Red? Okay,
Speaker 1: let me look this my because I'm recording it second,
Speaker 1: post it later, So give me one second here. Okay,
Speaker 1: so this is what they read in last weekend. I
Speaker 1: finally did something I fantasized about for years. My partner
Speaker 1: was out of town, the house was completely mine, and
Speaker 1: I spent the entire Saturday night completely naked, lights low,
Speaker 1: slow R and B playing edging for myself almost three
Speaker 1: hours with just my hands, a small vibe, and a
Speaker 1: mirror propped up so I could watch every single reaction
Speaker 1: on my own face. I didn't let myself finish until
Speaker 1: I was literally shaking and begging out loud to an
Speaker 1: empty room. When I finally came, it hit so hard
Speaker 1: I actually cried for a second afterward. No sad tears,
Speaker 1: just overwhelming release. I've never felt that shamelessly powerful and
Speaker 1: filthy at the same time. Now I keep replaying it
Speaker 1: and wondering if I'm supposed to feel guilty about how
Speaker 1: much I loved being that selfish with my own body.
Speaker 1: Am I weird for wanting it to do it again
Speaker 1: to night? What do you think red it is? You
Speaker 1: know I I I you caught in to what I
Speaker 1: was saying. But as we age, you know any especiality
Speaker 1: like after forty you're on a ticking time bomb of
Speaker 1: your body going whoop. We're going to change, And I
Speaker 1: mean I think we change every year, you know, but
Speaker 1: I think our drastic change happens that are, especially for
Speaker 1: women mid forties and on, where nothing leans up lines
Speaker 1: up right. So that's why I think it's very important
Speaker 1: for everyone to explore sexually, even with their own body masturbation.
Speaker 1: Masturbation is a great way because how if you can't
Speaker 1: please yourself, how you're going to tell your partner how
Speaker 1: to please you. Did you make your drink yet? Are
Speaker 1: you ready doing? Are we this? Yeah? My tongue twide.
Speaker 1: Our tongue died tonight. Are we drinking tonight? Oh? Wow?
Speaker 1: Oh bless you? I'm drinking water over here. Well, it's
Speaker 1: time for our filthy riddle? Are we ready? I had
Speaker 1: a good one on Valentine's Day when you were having
Speaker 1: way too much notty fun. I thought it was my
Speaker 1: It was my favorite. So if you haven't listened, you'll
Speaker 1: have to tell me what you say. So here you go,
Speaker 1: what you're thinking, cap on? You love shoving me and
Speaker 1: hard when you're really worked up. The faster and deeper
Speaker 1: you go, the louder I make you moan. I stretch
Speaker 1: you wide open, fill every inch and leave you gasping
Speaker 1: for breath. Sometimes you beg me to stop because it's
Speaker 1: too much, But when you're done, you pull me out, slowly,
Speaker 1: wipe me off, and promise you'll do it again tomorrow.
Speaker 1: When am I, I will say this one surprised me an,
Speaker 1: I guess I love these well. We'll have to wait
Speaker 1: till the end of the show for on that one,
Speaker 1: won't we It's not a hammer and nail, and we'll
Speaker 1: tell you that. You know what time it is. It's
Speaker 1: time to sit back, relax. Let's have a whiskey with
Speaker 1: some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic fan
Speaker 1: from people just like you and me. It's weird saying
Speaker 1: that life. By the way, dear Nikki, I have to
Speaker 1: tell you about this absolute horror story I heard from
Speaker 1: a friend about another couple. It's equal parts hilarious and horrifying.
Speaker 1: I can't stop thinking about it. They were having one
Speaker 1: of those dreamy at home romantic evenings, candles everywhere, soft lighting,
Speaker 1: and a homemade dinner with a bit of spice because
Speaker 1: they both love heat and their food and apparently thought
Speaker 1: it would translate to the bedroom vibe. Wine flowing blurty glances.
Speaker 1: The whole set up was perfect. The guy had been
Speaker 1: in the kitchen earlier, chopping off fresh chilis for their dish,
Speaker 1: hob and arrows or something seriously potent. He raised his hands,
Speaker 1: sort of, not thoroughly enough. One passionate moment leads to
Speaker 1: another close starts coming off handstart wandering enthusiastically, and then boom,
Speaker 1: the cap says, transfer hits like a freight train. She freezes,
Speaker 1: eyes go wide, and the burning starts down there. Not
Speaker 1: the sexy kind of burn, the holy hell, my most
Speaker 1: sensitive skin is on fire kind. He realizes what happened
Speaker 1: about two seconds later and turns frantic, mess apologizes, flying,
Speaker 1: running for the fridge for milk, suggesting yogurt oil, anything
Speaker 1: to neutralize it. The moon the mood completely obliterated. They
Speaker 1: spend the rest of the night with her sitting in
Speaker 1: a lukewarm bath, him hovering outside the door like a
Speaker 1: guilty puppy, and eventually both of them just laughing hysterically
Speaker 1: while eating ice cream in bed, because what else do
Speaker 1: you do after your spicy dinner backfire so spectacularly. They survived, obviously,
Speaker 1: but he swears he'll never touch a chili without surgical gloves.
Speaker 1: Again moral the story, always always always wash your hand
Speaker 1: like you're prepping for surgery if chilies are involved. Have
Speaker 1: you ever had heard, or heaven forbid, experienced a food
Speaker 1: related bedroom disaster like this or any other oops in
Speaker 1: the wrong ingredient moment that turned into a steamy into
Speaker 1: screamy I have a story, Yeah, er, I have a story.
Speaker 1: So this could have been me. But we didn't have
Speaker 1: a hob and arrows. So I will say, there's no
Speaker 1: amount of washing your hands you can do once the
Speaker 1: cat say us and gets on your skin, So the
Speaker 1: best thing to do is actually to use gloves. Okay. So,
Speaker 1: and I'm not a big fan of, you know, spicy food,
Speaker 1: but there are times I do make my own roast
Speaker 1: my own chilies though, So there you go. So there
Speaker 1: was one night might as well have set up us exactly.
Speaker 1: This intimate time happens and we're all getting into it,
Speaker 1: and it's it is a slow burn. It is a
Speaker 1: very warm burn, like like you're warming loubs. But then
Speaker 1: it kind of, oh, how do you say it, it
Speaker 1: kind of get it just gets warmer and warmer, like
Speaker 1: the dial keeps going up. And it won't stop and
Speaker 1: eventually it's it is like a spice that hits you,
Speaker 1: and it hits your clip and it was all over
Speaker 1: and I just remember, oh my god. And I'm lucky
Speaker 1: that he recognized like a second or two after he
Speaker 1: did it, because I was like ooh ooh, and he's
Speaker 1: like shit. So I don't know how long that he
Speaker 1: was fingering her. I thank god his fingers weren't keep
Speaker 1: inside me or anything. Excuse me, Zeppelin, he's outside my office.
Speaker 1: Don't a fit. I put the Olympics on for him.
Speaker 1: Apparently he's not happy with it anyway. So this did
Speaker 1: happen to me. This is one of the first stories
Speaker 1: I can say, yes, this happened to me. So this
Speaker 1: could have been me. Absolutely could have been me. You know,
Speaker 1: I'm wondering if it was a friend that rot in
Speaker 1: because this didn't happen to me. So gloves, ladies, intense gloves,
Speaker 1: even on your own, because you never know when the
Speaker 1: mood's gonna hit, and heaven forbid you, you know, start
Speaker 1: stroking or finger banging your girl or yourself if you're
Speaker 1: going to reach back there. And yeah, it's not fun,
Speaker 1: Like I said, it starts like warming lube, and then
Speaker 1: it just keeps on going. It burns, and heaven forbid
Speaker 1: you touch your eye with it on your fingers. So
Speaker 1: there's a pole, and I think I'm just gonna leave
Speaker 1: it be because it's just you and I hear a
Speaker 1: pole or cap says, So it happened this weekend. You
Speaker 1: had gloves on. Please tell me you had gloves on
Speaker 1: for making hilapaniels with glaucamole. So are did you get
Speaker 1: into it with her afterward? Or no? Yeah? I would
Speaker 1: give it, yeah, a good good call on your part.
Speaker 1: I would give it another day if you just did
Speaker 1: it yesterday, and then you should be good to go.
Speaker 1: But like the best thing to do is like taste
Speaker 1: your fingers, and if you can taste the you know,
Speaker 1: the cap says, and if it starts warming your tongue,
Speaker 1: it's definitely gonna warm down there or even your your
Speaker 1: part's just saying, dear Nikki, I thought I would share
Speaker 1: what took place on Valentine's Day. Me and my hot
Speaker 1: wife decided to do something special together. So there I was,
Speaker 1: my heart pounding in my chest as I sat by
Speaker 1: the window, my cock already hard inside my jeans, Brenda
Speaker 1: planned this for weeks, my beautiful life, her teasing whispers
Speaker 1: about how she'd make me watch, how she'll surrender to
Speaker 1: another man, Jastro, to drive me wild. And now here
Speaker 1: He was Marcus, tall and broad, shall his dark eyes
Speaker 1: hungry as he stood there before her, his shirt already
Speaker 1: unbuttoned to reveal the taunt muscles beneath. She was a vision,
Speaker 1: my love. Her black cocktail dress clung to her in
Speaker 1: curves like a second skin. But it was the details
Speaker 1: that made my breath catch. The sheer, silky smooth stockings seething,
Speaker 1: her legs shimmering like liquid obsidian as she shifted her weight.
Speaker 1: They ended those sky high red stilettos, the kind that
Speaker 1: arch your feet just so and make her caps flex
Speaker 1: with every step. She hadn't taken them off, not yet.
Speaker 1: Watch me, eh, she murmured, her voice sultry command, her
Speaker 1: eyes looking on the mine as she sauntered towards me.
Speaker 1: Watch how he takes with yours. Marcus didn't waste time.
Speaker 1: His hands rummed her body, sliding up the backs of
Speaker 1: her thighs, fingers tracing the lazy tops of her stockings
Speaker 1: where they met her garters. She gasped sight softly as
Speaker 1: he hiked up her dress, exposing the bare skin above,
Speaker 1: then the thin strip of her thong. I gripped the
Speaker 1: arms of the chair, transfixed as he spun her around
Speaker 1: and pressed her against the edge of the bed. Excuse me,
Speaker 1: her hands bracing on the mattress. He knelt behind her,
Speaker 1: his lips brushing the curve of her ass. But it
Speaker 1: was the heels that caught my eye, the way they
Speaker 1: dug into the carpet for leverage, the sharp click echoing
Speaker 1: as she spread her legs wider. He peeled her thong aside,
Speaker 1: and she arched her back, offering herself to him. The
Speaker 1: first thrust was slow, deliberate, his thick cock sliding into
Speaker 1: her wet pussy with a slick sound that made my
Speaker 1: mouth go dry. She moaned low and throaty, her head
Speaker 1: falling forward as he gripped her hips. The stockings Gosh,
Speaker 1: they gleamed under the light, stretched taut over her thighs,
Speaker 1: whispering against his skin. With every pump, her heel lifted
Speaker 1: slightly off the mattress with each deep stroke, red souls
Speaker 1: flashing like forbidden signals. Fuck she's so tight, Marcus groaned.
Speaker 1: His pace quickened, the bed creaking under the rhythm. She
Speaker 1: pushed back against him, her body under d h it's
Speaker 1: time dyed tonight. The silk stockings are for catching the friction,
Speaker 1: sliding just enough to heighten every sensation. I could see
Speaker 1: the sheen of sweat on her skin, the way her
Speaker 1: dress bunched around her waist. But it was the erotic
Speaker 1: symphony of nylon on flesh, the heels on display that
Speaker 1: made me stroke myself through my pants, aching to join.
Speaker 1: I love watching my wife getting fuck like this, looking
Speaker 1: like this. Come here, baby, she panted after a few minutes,
Speaker 1: her voice breaking as she hilted himself inside her again.
Speaker 1: She twisted head to look at me, her lipstick smudged,
Speaker 1: her eyes glazed with lust. I need you. I was
Speaker 1: on my feet an instant, shredding my clothes as I
Speaker 1: approached the bed. Marcus didn't stop. His hips stepped forward, relentless,
Speaker 1: focking her from behind with a wet, obscene slap. She
Speaker 1: reached for me, her hand wrapping around my throbbing cock,
Speaker 1: gliding it to her lips. I groaned as she took
Speaker 1: me in her mouth, hot and eager, tongue swirling round
Speaker 1: the head while she hollowed her cheeks. The sight was intoxicating,
Speaker 1: my wife on all floors still lettows still locked on
Speaker 1: her feet, stalking his pristine. Despite the frenzy, Marcus's balls
Speaker 1: swung against her clip with each thrust, and she rocked
Speaker 1: between us, a perfect conduit of pleasure. Her free hand
Speaker 1: clutched the sheets, but the other pumped my shaft in
Speaker 1: time with his rhythm, her lips stretching around me as
Speaker 1: she puckered deep. I threaded my fingers through her hair,
Speaker 1: watching the way her body jolted forward. Those silky legs quivered,
Speaker 1: heel scraping the floor. That's it, Pretta, I whispered, her
Speaker 1: name of prayer on my lips, take us both. She
Speaker 1: pulled off of me in a gasp, with saliva trailing
Speaker 1: from her lips to my tip, and eyes locked on
Speaker 1: me with a command softly turn around for me. It
Speaker 1: was what she wanted first. I hesitated only a second
Speaker 1: before complying, kneeling on the bed beside her, presenting myself.
Speaker 1: Marcus slowed his thrust, watching with a smirk as she
Speaker 1: leaned in, her tongue darting out to trace the sensitive
Speaker 1: ring of my ass. The cessation was electric, her warm
Speaker 1: wet licks circling, probing, teasing the tight pucker while her
Speaker 1: hand stroked my cock back to full hardness. She hummed
Speaker 1: against me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, even
Speaker 1: as Marcus picked up his pace, fucking her harder, making
Speaker 1: her body tremble. Her stockings brushed my thighs as she
Speaker 1: worked the silk, a teasing cress, her heels clicking faintly
Speaker 1: against the bed frame. Satisfied, she turned her attention back
Speaker 1: to my cock, sucking me deep while Marcus pulled out
Speaker 1: slip with her arousal might turn. He groaned. She whimpered
Speaker 1: in anticipation, pushing her as higher. He spread her cheeks,
Speaker 1: his thumbs circling her tight rear entrance before pressing the
Speaker 1: head of his cock. There. She was soaked, ready for
Speaker 1: her own licks, and the pounding had given her pussy.
Speaker 1: He eased in slowly, inch by inch, and she cried
Speaker 1: out around my deck. The sound muffled but raw. Her
Speaker 1: body tensed and then melted those he high heels digging
Speaker 1: into the mattress as he bought a mountain her ass.
Speaker 1: The stretch must have burned so good her eyes watered,
Speaker 1: but she took it all, walking back to meet him,
Speaker 1: her stockings whispering with motion. We found our rhythm again,
Speaker 1: Marcus claiming her ass with a deep grinding thrust, his
Speaker 1: hands gripping the garter straps like reins, devouring me, her
Speaker 1: throat relaxing to take a ry inch, gagging just enough
Speaker 1: to make it filthy. The room filled with our symphony,
Speaker 1: her moans vibrating around me, the slap of skin, the
Speaker 1: creak of the bed, the subtle rustle of silk. I
Speaker 1: could feel it building, that coil in my gut tightening
Speaker 1: as her tongue flicked the underside of my shaft. I'm close,
Speaker 1: I warned, my voice hoarse. She didn't pull away. Instead,
Speaker 1: she sucked harder, her hand cupping my balls, urging me on.
Speaker 1: Marcus grown behind her, his face faltering as he chased
Speaker 1: his own release. But it was her who pushed me
Speaker 1: over the edge. With a guilty guttural cry. I came,
Speaker 1: flooding her mouth with hot spurts. She swallowed greedily, not
Speaker 1: spilling a drop. Her eyes fluttered shut a bliss as
Speaker 1: she milked me dry. The sight of her stalkings askew
Speaker 1: now heels still perched impossibly high, asked, clutching around another
Speaker 1: man's cock prolonged in waves, leaving me shuddering. Marcus followed
Speaker 1: seconds later, bearing himself deep and pulsing inside her, his
Speaker 1: war mingling with her muffled whimpers. She clapsed on to
Speaker 1: the bed, spent and glowing. My calm still glistening on
Speaker 1: her lips as she smiled up at me. You're turned
Speaker 1: to clean me up. Ah, she teased, but that was
Speaker 1: for later. For now we basked in the afterglow, tangled together,
Speaker 1: her silky legs draped over us both. Hey, I love this.
Speaker 1: What do you think has something like this ever happened
Speaker 1: in your world? I know you are like our king
Speaker 1: of clubbing here, I'm just innocent in my head. I
Speaker 1: have you the king of clubbing. Seriously, I am that.
Speaker 1: When I say I'm that person that does not realize
Speaker 1: on someone's learning with me, I am dead one serious
Speaker 1: and then usually something really dorky comes out of my mouth.
Speaker 1: I am that woman. To this day. The brit calls
Speaker 1: it endearing. He says, it's actually really sexy. Yeah. A
Speaker 1: story here. So one of the clubs I went to
Speaker 1: in Kentucky, the partners with the owner. He took me
Speaker 1: into the owner suite. I thought he was just showing
Speaker 1: me around. So I came back and they were like, well,
Speaker 1: how was it. I was like, no, because I was
Speaker 1: with a group of us and we had SEO magazine
Speaker 1: and all these other people there porn Star. All of
Speaker 1: a sudden, a big group ain't taking anybody back there
Speaker 1: with me, And I was like, oh, wow, look they
Speaker 1: have a cage over there at bed there. We even
Speaker 1: sat on the bed and he showed me his artwork
Speaker 1: and stuff like that and stuff that he had been
Speaker 1: doing for the club, and we just kind of talked
Speaker 1: and he showed me the one way mirror and the
Speaker 1: fireplace was lit. And I was telling somebody that afterwards
Speaker 1: and they're like seriously, I was like what They were like,
Speaker 1: you realize he took you to that room, not to
Speaker 1: show you around or give you a tour. It wants
Speaker 1: to see thanks. So when I say I'm completely oblivious,
Speaker 1: I am completely oblivious that that is me. I can
Speaker 1: I could whisper dirty things one hundred and ten percent,
Speaker 1: but yeah, somebody can take me to a private room.
Speaker 1: And I'm thinking it's a fucking tour of Yup, that
Speaker 1: that's your girl right there. Ed. I'm at mess at times.
Speaker 1: I'm telling you, one of these days, I'll have to
Speaker 1: tell you about how lost I get driving even with
Speaker 1: the GPS, I can go like two hours out of
Speaker 1: my way the opposite way. But I don't call it lost.
Speaker 1: I call it going on an adventure, you know, gonna
Speaker 1: gloss over that lost thing. So, with you being the
Speaker 1: king of clubbing here, I have a question. So the
Speaker 1: question was because it's supposed to be a poll and
Speaker 1: you're the one here, so I'm just gonna ask you.
Speaker 1: Here's the things. This has this or similar hot life
Speaker 1: three way fantasy ever played out for you or wish
Speaker 1: you had? It was okay? So you have. Yes, we
Speaker 1: love the dream watching or joining b We talked about it,
Speaker 1: fantasized it yet, but have not pulled the trigger yet.
Speaker 1: Ce love the stockings, heels, staying on detail, total turn
Speaker 1: on and you can play some multiple hair if you want.
Speaker 1: D too intense for me, but damn a great story
Speaker 1: or e no, but I'm taking notes for next Valentine's
Speaker 1: here since you went clubbing to your throne, mister klubby
Speaker 1: with was it a horror bag. I don't know why
Speaker 1: infend anybody. Was it a horror bag you guys said,
Speaker 1: or a slutbag? I thought was up pillow it. It
Speaker 1: looked like a huge beam bag. Bellow, I'm like, what
Speaker 1: the fuck is she taking a big bag to have
Speaker 1: a bean bag toss? I don't think it's called bean
Speaker 1: bag toss anymore. I'm showing my age. It was a purse. Yeah,
Speaker 1: I'm gonna have to find you one that says something
Speaker 1: like that. She's God. You're gonna have to ask your
Speaker 1: your sexy half where she got it. I might have
Speaker 1: to get me one or put it on my wish
Speaker 1: list if I need to make a wish list. Actually,
Speaker 1: oh got it. But see okay, now I gotta look
Speaker 1: with maybe. Oh so you just love the stockings. He'll
Speaker 1: stay on detail, total tur on. Yeah. I've always wanted
Speaker 1: to wear those Cuban stockings, the ones with the line
Speaker 1: from the heel all the way up. But my luck,
Speaker 1: as I would, mine would look like a drunk monkey
Speaker 1: put them on, so they'd be like, you're going like
Speaker 1: those warning signs like it's curby. That's how mine would
Speaker 1: go on. They go whoo, So yeah, mine wouldn't look sexy.
Speaker 1: Mine would look like a drunk monkey. Put them on me.
Speaker 1: Don't even get me to talk to you about the
Speaker 1: whole ugh fish nets story I have. I'll have to
Speaker 1: tell you guys about that a later date. Yeah, I
Speaker 1: am not good with stockings or heels, or I try.
Speaker 1: My best. Heels are not that bad as long as
Speaker 1: they're not that high. But stockings, stockings, I am. I
Speaker 1: am like wrestling a oil based pig or something. It
Speaker 1: just it's yeah, it takes a whole village and me
Speaker 1: and stockings just saying especially they're the Cuban ones tuniaky.
Speaker 1: Last night was Valentine's Day, and it turned into one
Speaker 1: of those rare electric nights where everything just ignited. My
Speaker 1: wife and I've always been vocal during sex. We talk,
Speaker 1: we moan, we communicate, but real filthy, dirty talk. That's
Speaker 1: maybe once in every five sessions if we're lucky. Last night, though,
Speaker 1: she was completely lost in lost in it, and it
Speaker 1: took us somewhere brand new and insanely hot. She started
Speaker 1: the evening my putting on this incredible show for me.
Speaker 1: She slipped into her roamy set from Honeyburdette, that gorgeous
Speaker 1: blue lace brawl and those teasing clear mesh panels let
Speaker 1: the skin peek through in all the right ways. She
Speaker 1: paired it with the matching roamy strap up stockings, the
Speaker 1: kind that hug her thighs perfectly, and no panties, none,
Speaker 1: just her freshly waxed pussy, completely on display, already glistening,
Speaker 1: begging to be absolute, said her of attention. Walking into
Speaker 1: the room like that, she looked like pure temptation. Things
Speaker 1: escalated fast, The dirty talk kicked in hard, and then
Speaker 1: she hit me with something I never expected from her.
Speaker 1: Breathless voice shaking with need, she looked right at me
Speaker 1: and basically bagged, ease me like your hor treat my
Speaker 1: pussy like you hired me for the night, and you
Speaker 1: can do anything you want with it. Hearing those words
Speaker 1: come out of her mouth, my usually sweet composed wife,
Speaker 1: while she was dressed like that and practically dripping it
Speaker 1: was the hottest fucking thing I've ever experienced. I called
Speaker 1: her my whore, told her exactly how I was going
Speaker 1: to use her rented pussy all night, and she melted
Speaker 1: into it, lost every last bit of control, moaning and
Speaker 1: grinding and pleading for me. We went harder and dirtier
Speaker 1: than we ever have. It felt like we unlocked a
Speaker 1: whole new level of trust and raw desire. Still buzzing
Speaker 1: from it in the morning. Listen, damn you know. Yeah,
Speaker 1: I people think I'm the queen of dirty talk. I
Speaker 1: now I have told my lover just use me, just
Speaker 1: fucking use me. There's nothing like you know, there's times
Speaker 1: I I'll reciprocate. I'm not a no girl. I mean,
Speaker 1: I will suck you dry if you want me to
Speaker 1: a one hundred ten percent, and I'll swallow and you
Speaker 1: can come anywhere you fucking want to. Don't care because
Speaker 1: I'm yours, your your mind. But there is nothing like
Speaker 1: looking back and looking at your lover and saying, use
Speaker 1: me like a filthy horror. You know. But I mean
Speaker 1: it can't be the like it can be like one
Speaker 1: hundred percent of the time for me, you know. But
Speaker 1: there's times I just I really want to be railed,
Speaker 1: especially if I can tell that you need a release. Yeah,
Speaker 1: I definitely bend over and use me like a whore. Yeah,
Speaker 1: use me like your release. It's better than any anxiety medicine. Ever.
Speaker 1: Do you dirty talk? Do you do? It doesn't make
Speaker 1: you feel venerable, vulnerable, geez until it clicks, and when
Speaker 1: it does, it's definitely a game changer for me anyway.
Speaker 1: But it doesn't click in. It takes a lot for
Speaker 1: it to really click in for me right right away,
Speaker 1: Like the few times that I can, Like I said,
Speaker 1: I'm usually really really really horny, Like when I say horny,
Speaker 1: you know, I know, I've mentioned it a couple of
Speaker 1: times during the show on my recorded cast that my
Speaker 1: molars will hurt, like really really hurt, like the pressure,
Speaker 1: and that usually means I need to come really bad. Yeah,
Speaker 1: like my jaw. I'll feel at my jaw if I'm
Speaker 1: I'm really pent up in horny. It's weird. It just
Speaker 1: feels like my teeth are blowedd. I guess this is
Speaker 1: maybe the right way to kind of say it. I
Speaker 1: don't know how to say it, but it's just pressure
Speaker 1: like in my jaw by back of my jaw mm hmm.
Speaker 1: I just kind of really kind of started feeling it,
Speaker 1: you know, not we're noticing it to say about ten
Speaker 1: years ago, like if I was really really really needing it,
Speaker 1: So what about you, ran, how can you tell that?
Speaker 1: But you're probably like me most of the time, your
Speaker 1: service so or you have sex most of the time,
Speaker 1: But have you ever edged yourself or put a limit
Speaker 1: on where and how you can come? And what I mean,
Speaker 1: what is your what is your body signals? I guess
Speaker 1: should say that you know you need you need it? Yeah,
Speaker 1: I get cranky too, That's another one I do. I've
Speaker 1: become a real not a nice word. I only reserve
Speaker 1: that sea word. If I ever call a woman a
Speaker 1: sea word, she deserves it, trust me. So I will
Speaker 1: lay that bad boy down like it's the first word
Speaker 1: in my freaking vocabulary. It may not be right, but
Speaker 1: boy out he does it get laid out like that? Yeah,
Speaker 1: I took I was when you were texting me the
Speaker 1: other day. That's what I was at the doctor's office for,
Speaker 1: is to get tested for all that. Because that's why
Speaker 1: sometimes I'm up really late. Is I think I'm going
Speaker 1: through perry. And it's thank goodness I work for myself
Speaker 1: because I literally can get up work and then go
Speaker 1: back to bed and sleep like this morning I had.
Speaker 1: Last couple of days, I've been up till or I'll
Speaker 1: go to bed and then being them awake, and then
Speaker 1: I'll stay up till like two or three and then
Speaker 1: this morning I slept till almost nine, nine thirty ten
Speaker 1: and then I got up, so it Yeah, God bless her.
Speaker 1: You know, well, tell her hats off to her, and
Speaker 1: if she has anything, you know, wait till she pulls
Speaker 1: out the fans. If she hasn't yet, I think I
Speaker 1: have a side fan, my ceiling fan. I'm stripping in
Speaker 1: my sleep now. Yeah, yeah, I am a professional stripper
Speaker 1: in my sleep. Now. I'm just saying, wait till she
Speaker 1: gets to that stage. If she's not already. I mean seriously,
Speaker 1: I'm like throwing laundry across the room. Yeah wait, I
Speaker 1: mean hopefully for you she will. Because it's one of
Speaker 1: those where I wake up in my sleep and I'm
Speaker 1: taking it off and I'm finding clothes across the room
Speaker 1: and the BRIT's like just sleep naked, and I'm like,
Speaker 1: I kind of like the little clothes of sleep and
Speaker 1: they're sexy at bottom for a reason. The can you
Speaker 1: flung across the room? Two NIGGI. Valentine's Day was supposed
Speaker 1: to be our night to reignite things. Candles, rose petals everywhere,
Speaker 1: champagne chilling, the whole romantic setup. My partner showed up
Speaker 1: in this killer red lace lingerie set thigh high stocking,
Speaker 1: sky heel high heels, looking like every fantasy come true.
Speaker 1: We were all over each other from the second the
Speaker 1: door closed. Things got steamy, fast, heavy, kissing hands everywhere,
Speaker 1: her whispering filthy promises about how she was going to
Speaker 1: ride me until I beg for mercy. We moved to
Speaker 1: the bedroom, close, flying off well most of her stayed
Speaker 1: on because damn that lingerie. I was so worked up,
Speaker 1: heart pounding, ready to make it epic. She pushed me
Speaker 1: on the bed, straddled me, grinding slow and teasing, then
Speaker 1: leaned and close, breath hot against my ear, and said
Speaker 1: she wanted it rough, tonight, really rough. Choke me, slapped
Speaker 1: my ass, make me feel owned. I'd never gone that
Speaker 1: far with her before, but the heat of the moment,
Speaker 1: I said yes. I wrapped my hand around her throat
Speaker 1: gently at first checking in, gave her what she asked for,
Speaker 1: hard druss a, playful smacks, dirty talk, cranked to eleven.
Speaker 1: She was moaning like crazy and loving it, begging for more.
Speaker 1: It felt electric, like we'd unlocked this wild side neither
Speaker 1: of us knew was there. Then post orgasm clarity hit
Speaker 1: both of us like a truck. She started crying, not
Speaker 1: happy tears, real overwhelmed tears. Turns out the intensity triggered
Speaker 1: something deeper for her, old stuff she hasn't fully processed,
Speaker 1: and suddenly sexy, rough felt violated instead of hot. I frozed,
Speaker 1: apologized a million times, held her while she shook, We
Speaker 1: took her or We talked for hours after, but the
Speaker 1: damage was done. We started passionate. Fire turned into regret
Speaker 1: and guilt on both sides. We both love each other,
Speaker 1: but last night crossed the line we weren't ready for,
Speaker 1: and now Valentine's Day it feels tainted instead is celebrated.
Speaker 1: I'm still buzzing with shame this morning. Lesson learn the
Speaker 1: hardest way. Check boundaries deeper, especially when trying new things,
Speaker 1: no matter how consensual it feels in the heat. Anonymous,
Speaker 1: I think you and I can agree they didn't they
Speaker 1: did not. I mean, she stated her desires, but they
Speaker 1: didn't really have a talk. He you know, And I
Speaker 1: think she's as much to blame here because it's a
Speaker 1: fifty to fifty or actually I always say one hundred
Speaker 1: one hundred, it's one hundred respent, one hundred percent responsibility
Speaker 1: on both parties to have the conversation of exactly what
Speaker 1: they're looking for and I and maybe not do them
Speaker 1: all at once, you know, like let's pick one and
Speaker 1: go from there, you know, not knowing what the trauma was.
Speaker 1: You know, it's hard to really say, but you never
Speaker 1: know what something. I mean walking I don't mean to
Speaker 1: compare it this way, but walking down the street and
Speaker 1: seeing a smell is sent can remind you of something
Speaker 1: I got the hiccups of that triggers you, and you
Speaker 1: know you have to You can only be prepared so
Speaker 1: much for it. But I think when we're playing in
Speaker 1: the realm of extreme play, especially choking, I think conversations
Speaker 1: should happen regardless on how much, because I mean, even
Speaker 1: Doggie style could be extreme for some. So we should
Speaker 1: be having conversations about these things, and especially if it's
Speaker 1: something you're not doing on a regular basis or working
Speaker 1: your way toward. We definitely shouldn't be jumping in the
Speaker 1: deep end, even though I am guilty of jumping into
Speaker 1: the deep end, and because I do that a lot
Speaker 1: in life, but there's a lot of things that you know,
Speaker 1: actually I do that period, just jump in the deep end.
Speaker 1: But this right here. I know enough that, let's be honest,
Speaker 1: I probably jump in the deep end because there's so
Speaker 1: many things I want, But having a conversation is the
Speaker 1: most important thing you could with your partner. And I'm
Speaker 1: sure you agree with me that read especially since are
Speaker 1: you a professional dom or? I mean, gosh, that sounded horrible. Well,
Speaker 1: I didn't want to go are you a professional dom or?
Speaker 1: You just play one on TV? That's I didn't want to.
Speaker 1: Did you know like Iced Tea, he's not a cop,
Speaker 1: but he plays on TV? You know, essentral kink? Yeah,
Speaker 1: I like that too. I have been to one in
Speaker 1: the UK. I think I've told that story how that
Speaker 1: it was a BDSM night and I was not not
Speaker 1: prepared for that. I thought I was going to a
Speaker 1: swinger party or a you know, it is a swingers club.
Speaker 1: But they just happened to have on. I happened to
Speaker 1: show up on the night of one time a month
Speaker 1: that they're doing heavy kink play, and it seemed like
Speaker 1: everything that was gonna go awry. Someone caught on fire
Speaker 1: kitchen huts there was supposedly at a brooke foot and
Speaker 1: I was not about to go climb those riggedy steps
Speaker 1: up and down to go watch someone had the kink
Speaker 1: of fight club and then they had a drowning. Someone
Speaker 1: experienced drowning. I was like, yep, nope. But what I
Speaker 1: liked about this club is they had a medical playroom,
Speaker 1: but it was also used for because they always had
Speaker 1: a at least, you know, a nurse or one of those.
Speaker 1: I forget what they're called, but they're not doctors, but
Speaker 1: their nurses almost a doctor. They just can't prescribe the
Speaker 1: hard shit. Yet. No to the fight club and drowning. Yeah,
Speaker 1: but Shabari went bad that night. They were doing Shapari
Speaker 1: with wax play and he had a hood on and
Speaker 1: when she went to pour the wax down his body,
Speaker 1: the hood caught on fire and they put it out
Speaker 1: and I was like, oh damn youd No. That was
Speaker 1: an experience for sure. So do you have any advice?
Speaker 1: I would love I, you know, being when I went
Speaker 1: to swing with on that one year, they had a
Speaker 1: guy that did fire play and he would it was amazing.
Speaker 1: I was like, I wanna please, I still wanted to
Speaker 1: be part of that. I absolutely would sign up for that.
Speaker 1: Wax play I would love to do as well. That's
Speaker 1: something that's on my list is a wax play. I
Speaker 1: know that's probably our cupping. That's another one that I
Speaker 1: kind of find interesting, cupping play. I think it's called
Speaker 1: I could be just talking about I don't know. I
Speaker 1: have to look. I'll have to take that up and
Speaker 1: get and send it to you see if I can
Speaker 1: find it. It is cupping play, but I think it's
Speaker 1: the same thing as like a more sensuality around it,
Speaker 1: like if you were supposed to good a normal massage.
Speaker 1: I have ever been. I've never been on the end
Speaker 1: of a flocker, but I think it would take me
Speaker 1: a lot to be on the end of a flogger.
Speaker 1: I have it staint. I don't know the partners I've
Speaker 1: been with, don't I haven't had a flogger. And then
Speaker 1: the people that wanted to flog me I didn't trust
Speaker 1: or I didn't want to play with in that way.
Speaker 1: You know, they gave the the candies in the van
Speaker 1: creeper way. Yeah. So the one that I you know,
Speaker 1: that wanted to he not only did he give me
Speaker 1: stranger danger vibes. It was one of those once he
Speaker 1: does that with you, it's you're supposed to be one
Speaker 1: of his girls. And I'm like, yeah, nobody's not, especially
Speaker 1: not yours. So you know, yeah, and it's sad to
Speaker 1: watch because he owned the place, So it was kind
Speaker 1: of sad to watch all the girls be. You know,
Speaker 1: if you played with him like that, then you're a
Speaker 1: part of his You could get a little shirt with
Speaker 1: his name on it. And so I'm Daddy whatever his
Speaker 1: name was in play Girl and I'm like, yeah, no,
Speaker 1: I don't mind being a daddy's girl, but you know,
Speaker 1: he's not mine kind of thing. Yeah, I've heard that
Speaker 1: he considers himself a dom and he's so not I
Speaker 1: could top him from the bottom, and that's bad. I
Speaker 1: can always feel when someone tells me they're a dom.
Speaker 1: I can always feel if I can top for the bottom,
Speaker 1: which is bad. It seems like I'm able to naturally
Speaker 1: submit or my body felt naturally submits, you know. So
Speaker 1: here's some takeaways from tonight that from our Valentine's Day confessions.
Speaker 1: From those hilarious disasters, you know, the cap say us
Speaker 1: in to the High and Payple lows so spicy food, Eagles,
Speaker 1: Bedroom Danger Capsayus, and from Chili's lingers on hands and burns,
Speaker 1: sensitive areas badly wash thoroughly actually just wear gloves, you know,
Speaker 1: because milk and yogurt baths. I just that's a lot
Speaker 1: of milk and yogurt, and milk and yogurt are like
Speaker 1: fifty dollars a gallon now, right, Planned fantasies can deliver
Speaker 1: epicais hot life. Threesomes with stockings, heels, deep rimming and
Speaker 1: cleanup when everyone's fully on board with a clear communication
Speaker 1: and trust is definitely pure fire. Filthy dirty talk can
Speaker 1: unlock new depths. A sweet wife begging to use me
Speaker 1: like your whrror and I blue lacy honeybir debt. It
Speaker 1: definitely can turn into a routine into raw and buzzing intimacy.
Speaker 1: Rough play needs deep, ongoing check ins. Definitely. I definitely
Speaker 1: felt like that one needed more check ins than what
Speaker 1: it alluded to, which I think was zilch. Choking, slapping
Speaker 1: and own talk feels hot in the moment, but can
Speaker 1: trigger unprocessed emotions afterwards. So definitely, if you're gonna want
Speaker 1: to try those things, as Red and I discussed, I
Speaker 1: definitely communicate, communicate communicate here definitely for sure, and lingerie
Speaker 1: stockings and heels, staying on ample spies, everything I think
Speaker 1: we can all agree to that Valentine's Day can be legendary, laughable,
Speaker 1: or lessons fulfilled. Communicate boldly, play safely, lap at mishaps,
Speaker 1: heal through regrets, and keep the confessions coming. What resonated
Speaker 1: with you the most tonight? I would really like to
Speaker 1: know and that rental a really intense workout is your answer?
Speaker 1: There exactly exactly whered you just don't go and yeah, workout,
Speaker 1: you just don't go and choke someone if you don't
Speaker 1: know the proper technique. There are places safely that you
Speaker 1: can learn that are open minded, that will he will
Speaker 1: guide you both through extreme kinks. It's like choking. So
Speaker 1: I suggest visiting those area and getting properly trained before
Speaker 1: you try something like that at home. So this is
Speaker 1: a wrap for me. I want to thank you again
Speaker 1: for joining me, and I hope you have a really
Speaker 1: good evening and I'll see you tomorrow