Speaker 1: Welcome to another steamy episode of Nikki After Dark, where
Speaker 1: we dive into your most intimate confessions, raw, unfiltered, and
Speaker 1: oh so revealing. I'm your host, Ninki, and tonight we're
Speaker 1: exploring the thrill of forbidden fantasies, the rush of surrender,
Speaker 1: and the delicious agony of self denial. If you're new here,
Speaker 1: buckle up because these stories come straight from the shadows
Speaker 1: of desire. Remember, all confessions are shared with consent, and
Speaker 1: they're here to spark your own thoughts or maybe more so.
Speaker 1: On tonight's show, a young man steps into a forbidden
Speaker 1: role play with his older lover's home, wearing something that
Speaker 1: does not belong to him, whispering words that blur every line.
Speaker 1: A woman hands over controlled of her most intimate toy
Speaker 1: to complete strangers, feeling the buzz in public places while
Speaker 1: blining back moans, and a secret raider of his fiance's
Speaker 1: private drawer leaving traces behind that make every shared night
Speaker 1: even hotter. And risk here that and so so much
Speaker 1: or hoping that there you go? Oh what Woodford? I
Speaker 1: was like, well, okay, if this gives you a double
Speaker 1: barrel hard on, I'm all for that. Tonight's episode for
Speaker 1: Dear Nicky's question, what's the one fantasy that you've never
Speaker 1: shared with your partner but it keeps you up at night?
Speaker 1: I'd love to hear from you. You don't have to
Speaker 1: put it in here, but you can always put it
Speaker 1: in my DMS for secrecy, and I would love to
Speaker 1: hear from you. You know, you know how to email
Speaker 1: me at ninky and I kky at dear Nikki dot
Speaker 1: com or even through the website at Dearniky dot com
Speaker 1: on the confessions tab. So to get this kind of
Speaker 1: going with you, guys, here there's two open ended questions
Speaker 1: for you. What holds you back from confessing it? And
Speaker 1: how do you think sharing it might change your relationship?
Speaker 1: And before we dive in tonight for your confessions, here's
Speaker 1: your rental. You know that's something that sounds downright filthy,
Speaker 1: but it is totally innocent. Are we ready. I'm long
Speaker 1: and hard when I'm young, but short and soft when
Speaker 1: I'm old, and I hang between your legs all day
Speaker 1: and at night I get tucked into bed when am
Speaker 1: I Oh no, you sound like you're coming down with something.
Speaker 1: Oh yeah, it's it's about that time where I usually
Speaker 1: will catch something in it like two minutes. I'm not
Speaker 1: two minutes, but like a common cold or flow, it
Speaker 1: takes me weeks to get over. So it's not that
Speaker 1: what I was down for the other night. But yeah,
Speaker 1: now you in Australia, you're about to change to winter,
Speaker 1: because when we're in winter, you're in summer. Right, I
Speaker 1: could be completely wrong on that. Somebody told me that
Speaker 1: once you know what time it is, it's time to
Speaker 1: sit back, relax. Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries,
Speaker 1: of course, and explore some erotic fantasies from people just
Speaker 1: like you and me meeting my phone, I don't know
Speaker 1: if you heard it, buzz, I'm like, go away, dear Nikki.
Speaker 1: I'm supposed to be paying attention. The zoom Call's been
Speaker 1: droning on for forty five minutes, some endless quarterly update
Speaker 1: with pie charts, acronyms, and my boss's voice sounding like
Speaker 1: white noise through my earbuds. Everyone else has their little
Speaker 1: video squares on, nodding like good employees, cameras angled just
Speaker 1: right to hide the laundry pile and unmade beds behind them.
Speaker 1: But me, my camera's off. Mike muted, and my hand
Speaker 1: is already down my leggings, fingering the slipping under the
Speaker 1: damp cotton of my pandies like they've got a mind
Speaker 1: of their own. It started innocently enough. I shifted in
Speaker 1: my chair, thighs pressed together, and felt that familiar little bob,
Speaker 1: the kind that says just a quick touch to take
Speaker 1: the edge off, but one circle around my clip turn
Speaker 1: into slow, lazy strokes, then two fingers dipping inside, feeling
Speaker 1: how slick I already was, just from sitting there pretending
Speaker 1: to listen. Now I'm soaked. My chair creaks every time
Speaker 1: my hips ruck forward, tiny secret movements no one can see.
Speaker 1: I keep one eye on the screen, nod when someone
Speaker 1: else's nods, and type agree, and the chat when it
Speaker 1: feels right, But the my other eye is half closed,
Speaker 1: focused on the heat building low my belly. My plusy
Speaker 1: is so needy, clenching around my fingers, like it's begging
Speaker 1: for more, for deeper, for anything to fill it up properly.
Speaker 1: I imagine the call suddenly going quiet. Everyone's staring at their
Speaker 1: screens while I keep going, biting my lip to stay
Speaker 1: silent as I grid, and it gets my palm. What
Speaker 1: if someone asked me a question right now, thoughts on
Speaker 1: the Q three projections, I'd have to unmute. Boys shaky,
Speaker 1: breath hitching while my fingers curl inside me, chasing that
Speaker 1: spot that makes my toes curl under the desk. It's
Speaker 1: a risque, is stupid hot? My heart's pounding so loud.
Speaker 1: I swear the mic would pick it up if I
Speaker 1: weren't muted. Every few seconds, I have to pause, hover
Speaker 1: my hand just above my clip while someone shares their screen,
Speaker 1: then dive back in the second the talking resumes. I'm
Speaker 1: dripping down my thighs, leaving a wet spot on the
Speaker 1: seat that I'll have to deal with later. My nipples
Speaker 1: are hard against my bra aching every time my arm
Speaker 1: brushes them. I'm so close, just a few more circles,
Speaker 1: a little faster, pressing harder. I ont to come right here.
Speaker 1: Mid sentence from some coworkers, the eyes trembling, biting the
Speaker 1: inside of my cheeks, so I don't moan out loud.
Speaker 1: Then I'll light my fingers on the inside of my waistband.
Speaker 1: I mute like nothing happened, and say great update team
Speaker 1: in my sweetest professional voice, while my pussy still flutters
Speaker 1: with aftershocks. Nikki, I'm such a bad girl to day distracted, desperate,
Speaker 1: dripping instead of working, and I don't want to stop.
Speaker 1: Should I let myself finish before the collins or edge
Speaker 1: through the whole thing and save it for later when
Speaker 1: I can really rack myself. Either way, I'm already ruined
Speaker 1: for this meeting. You're naughty, zoom slacking, pussy playing listener. Okay,
Speaker 1: So when I worked for the cruise line for a
Speaker 1: little pot minute, we'd have meetings, right so when we
Speaker 1: would have to listen to the big wigs, our computer,
Speaker 1: our cameras were actually turned off. They turned off, and
Speaker 1: they turned off our mics. So I would go take
Speaker 1: a nap and sometimes i'd masturbate'sid the alarm for like
Speaker 1: thirty minutes. I'd masturbate knock out, and then come back
Speaker 1: and they were still talking. I'm like, oh, that's awesome.
Speaker 1: Oh to the author, how close did you actually being
Speaker 1: to ask a direct question? Because you know, when you're
Speaker 1: in those meetings, they do kind of, however, like a
Speaker 1: hat to see who's paying attention, not the ones I
Speaker 1: was in. And did you ever finish before the call ended?
Speaker 1: Or are you still throbbing unfinished as you said this.
Speaker 1: And for those of listening right now, have you ever
Speaker 1: snuck in some self pleasure during her work call, zoom class,
Speaker 1: or virtual meeting, and once the risky's place or situation
Speaker 1: you've gotten away with it, would you ever do it
Speaker 1: again if the opportunity presented itself? Yeah, I remember, I
Speaker 1: don't really know. I'm assuming these are you know, Darcy
Speaker 1: put these together, So I'm assuming that some of these
Speaker 1: will have some toys in here. A matter of fact,
Speaker 1: I catch the third sentence, and Lovence is in this
Speaker 1: next one. Your wife has a zoom menting every Thursday.
Speaker 1: We had one time she'd let me go down on
Speaker 1: her well in the meeting. Oh nice, now see I
Speaker 1: dream of that of like when someone's home, you know,
Speaker 1: we're you know, working here with me, and they have
Speaker 1: a zoom call and I'm already possessed in a place
Speaker 1: where Yeah, I think that's how it. See, I don't know.
Speaker 1: I wonder what would be harder either, you know, if
Speaker 1: you have the choice to give up one but you
Speaker 1: were going to be sexually satisfied. Okay, here's a question
Speaker 1: that you guys presented. If you're going to you're given
Speaker 1: a choice. To be sexually satisfied, you can only have
Speaker 1: you have to have one of the things on Which
Speaker 1: would you rather have on audio or video? I'm telling
Speaker 1: you I don't know. Mine would probably have to be
Speaker 1: audio because I don't ask. I'm one of those people.
Speaker 1: You can read everything I'm thinking on my face, like
Speaker 1: one hundred percent. I don't hold my emotions to I
Speaker 1: would never be able to get you, guys. I think
Speaker 1: I've said that before. I'm never a good poker player.
Speaker 1: She always needs a shower in the middle of your
Speaker 1: readings video for you. Uh yeah, okay, that's interesting. I
Speaker 1: would like to see if she can hold her face.
Speaker 1: There's got she's gotta have a towel face would ah yeah,
Speaker 1: So you're one of those, you know, like you guys
Speaker 1: can see me, you're one of those you're talking Midsenton
Speaker 1: since she walks by naked, dripping from the shower in
Speaker 1: lingerie and you're like, you know, like, I gotta go.
Speaker 1: That's awesome. I love that, Dear Nikki. I don't even
Speaker 1: know where to start with how to prave this has
Speaker 1: gotten the fuck I can't stop. I love letting strangers
Speaker 1: take control of my love ends vibrider like full on
Speaker 1: heading over to the rains to a random man and
Speaker 1: sometimes women on the internet, while I've never met and
Speaker 1: probably never will. It started innocently enough. A friend dared
Speaker 1: me to try the lush during a solo session while
Speaker 1: they controlled it from another oom. The second I felt
Speaker 1: that buzz ramp up without warning, my brain short circuited
Speaker 1: in the very best way. I came so fast I
Speaker 1: got embarrassed. But after that I couldn't go back to
Speaker 1: touching the buttons myself. It wasn't the same. Now I
Speaker 1: do it all the time. I slipped the toy in
Speaker 1: before I leave the house, grocery store, coffee shop, long drives,
Speaker 1: even a friend's dinner party. Once don't ask. Then I
Speaker 1: open the app, generate control link and drop it anonymously
Speaker 1: into certain chats or discords where people know exactly what
Speaker 1: it means. Free toy, no limits make me squirm, and
Speaker 1: they do. Strangers halfway across the world start playing with
Speaker 1: the sliders. One second it's a gentle tease, and the
Speaker 1: next it's pounding patterns that make my knee buckle in
Speaker 1: the middle of the n aisle. I've had to bite
Speaker 1: my lips so hard it bled. Just to keep from
Speaker 1: moaning out loud in public, I gripped on short shopping
Speaker 1: carts until my knuckles went white, while some guy in
Speaker 1: the other time zone edged me for forty minutes straight,
Speaker 1: stopping every time I got close, typing shit like not yet,
Speaker 1: slut or beg for level ten. The denominity makes it hotter.
Speaker 1: They don't know my name, my face, my life. They
Speaker 1: just know they own my cunt or as long as
Speaker 1: I leave it link active. Sometimes I sink into music
Speaker 1: or their voice deep growls, filthy compans, even their own
Speaker 1: moans while they jerk off controlling me. I've come untouched
Speaker 1: in parking car because someone typed come for me right
Speaker 1: now and cranked it to the max while I stared
Speaker 1: at their messages. The risk is insane. What if someone
Speaker 1: I know sees me flush and tremble. What if the
Speaker 1: vibrations get too loud and someone hears that tailtale hum
Speaker 1: What if I can't hold it together and I actually
Speaker 1: squirting like in fucking Starbucks? And yet that fear is
Speaker 1: part of why I keep doing it. The humiliation, the
Speaker 1: loss of control, knowing a complete stranger can make my
Speaker 1: body betray me whenever they feel like it. Last week,
Speaker 1: a guy kept me on low for three hours while
Speaker 1: I tried to act normal at work. Every time I
Speaker 1: answered the phone or spoke to a core worker, he'd
Speaker 1: spike it for ten seconds, just enough to make me
Speaker 1: stutter and clench. By the time I got home, I
Speaker 1: was dripping down my thighs and shaking. I thanked him
Speaker 1: in the chat like a good girl before he disconnected.
Speaker 1: I'm addicted, nikki to the powerlessness, to being remote controlled
Speaker 1: fuck toy for anyone who clicks the link. It's filthy
Speaker 1: and reckless, and I don't want to stop. Do you
Speaker 1: think I'm too far gone? Or would you want the
Speaker 1: link next time? You're desperate? Little remote slut? Can he
Speaker 1: not hear me? Huh? Oh? Might be his end. I
Speaker 1: don't know if I could do. Blush just does not
Speaker 1: do anything for me. It just it's a nice little ledger.
Speaker 1: But that's about it for me. Do you guys have
Speaker 1: a lush? Uh? Let me see here? You should be
Speaker 1: only here. I don't see why you wouldn't. Yeah, I
Speaker 1: have the lush too as well, but again it just well, honestly,
Speaker 1: I've lost their about That is the story of my
Speaker 1: life seriously when it comes to any of my toys, yeah,
Speaker 1: I do too, And I don't know if i'd be
Speaker 1: able to use it all the time, you know, and
Speaker 1: I haven't used I've used it for short periods. It's
Speaker 1: a great edger though, So if you're looking to play
Speaker 1: for long periods of time, yes, but if you want
Speaker 1: to get off quick, I don't think that's a toy now.
Speaker 1: She's right that playing I've never had, well, I have,
Speaker 1: It's been quite a while since I've had someone to
Speaker 1: play with me. But I've played with a lot of men,
Speaker 1: and I think two women when I you know, when
Speaker 1: I take calls from regulars, and that is just as
Speaker 1: addicting as not knowing, see I get so I'm afraid
Speaker 1: it'd fall out and then I'd be sitting or walking
Speaker 1: and it'd be stuck in my pant leg or it
Speaker 1: fell out of my shorts or so. I've never did
Speaker 1: it outside, you know. I've always been at home working,
Speaker 1: you know.
Speaker 2: You know, Yeah, I'm still I mean, I if I
Speaker 2: had like tight jeans on where there was no legal room,
Speaker 2: I knew it would stay inside.
Speaker 1: I probably would. But like I walk around sometimes in
Speaker 1: really baggy shorts. I wouldn't trust those, and I wouldn't
Speaker 1: trust my panties to keep them in. Maybe if I
Speaker 1: got some of those panties that I do know, there's
Speaker 1: something where you can wrap it around. Somebody told me
Speaker 1: wants to wrap it around and hold it in. But
Speaker 1: it's not that. But I mean, I mean, I guess
Speaker 1: it is something I could try. I guess. Yeah. See,
Speaker 1: wearing jeans is a whole completely different than a skirt.
Speaker 1: You know, you hear people wearing them with a skirt
Speaker 1: and I'm like, seriously, that thing would fall out of
Speaker 1: me as soon as I got wet, Like it'll be like, nope,
Speaker 1: that's not mine. I have no idea where that came from. Ah,
Speaker 1: there you go. Oh deeps. I was just about to
Speaker 1: ask him if you can hear us now? Ah, you
Speaker 1: can't hear so good. If that's exactly what I would do,
Speaker 1: I would just keep on walking. I go, what that
Speaker 1: that was? Hers? When I'd pointing to the lady behind me. Ah, no,
Speaker 1: I have a wrangler. But you guys know that. So now,
Speaker 1: would you guys ever hand the remote controlled toy to
Speaker 1: a stranger to let them play with your remote or
Speaker 1: her remote and what what what hard limits would you say?
Speaker 1: You guys are flustering me. What hard limits would you say?
Speaker 1: Or would you truly go? No rush like no limits
Speaker 1: to rush for it. I remember there was a confession
Speaker 1: we had, oh I'd say a year or so ago
Speaker 1: that they did. They wore it. She wore it, and
Speaker 1: he controlled her, and then the waitress would come and
Speaker 1: she watched them use it, and then they laid it
Speaker 1: on the table for her to play with it. So
Speaker 1: she put it on a pattern and walked away and
Speaker 1: helped other tables and come back, and then she would
Speaker 1: relieve her. There are there's places like where she talks about.
Speaker 1: I think would be hot to let a faceless stranger
Speaker 1: just for a little bit if you're into that, of course,
Speaker 1: if that's your kink, it's quite hot. Not knowing who
Speaker 1: it is. You know, you never had to talk to
Speaker 1: him again, Just lead him off the app after you're done. Yeah,
Speaker 1: I know. There used to be places like on Twitter
Speaker 1: that would do the same thing or ex however you
Speaker 1: want to call it. Here in some other places, discord
Speaker 1: I think is well obviously one of them that could
Speaker 1: have a channel that you just drop the Lincoln and
Speaker 1: someone controls it again. I don't know where my They
Speaker 1: have a new one out now I should upgrade just
Speaker 1: because I can't find the I don't even know where
Speaker 1: it's at. Actually, now that we talk about it, I'll
Speaker 1: have to think about that, Tyrniki. I'm engaged to a
Speaker 1: woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Speaker 1: She's incredible, smart, sexy, kind, the whole package. But there's
Speaker 1: one thing she absolutely has no idea about, And every
Speaker 1: time I do it, I feel this twisted rush of
Speaker 1: shame and hornius that I can't shake. On boring days,
Speaker 1: work from home, slogs, slow mornings, rainy weekends, when she's
Speaker 1: out running errands or at yoga, I stink into our
Speaker 1: bedroom and rad her toy joy drawer. She keeps them
Speaker 1: tucked away in that cute velvet pouch under the bed.
Speaker 1: Her favorite bullet Vibe, the G cur O, the curved
Speaker 1: G Spot dildo she loves when we work together. The
Speaker 1: fixed silicomb plug that sometimes wears out for dinner dates
Speaker 1: just to tease me, that powerful wand she uses to
Speaker 1: come home so hard thatly's wet spots on the sheets.
Speaker 1: They still smell faintly like her. Her body, her lube
Speaker 1: or orgasms, and that alone gets me leaking before I
Speaker 1: even touch anything. I lock the door just in case,
Speaker 1: strip down, and start slow. I press her bullet at
Speaker 1: the head of my cock, first, low setting, feeling it
Speaker 1: buzzed through me like it's meant for her clit. Then
Speaker 1: I'll slick up her dildo, which ever loube left in
Speaker 1: the drawer, and work it inside me, slow circles at first,
Speaker 1: then deeper, imagining it's her strap on, pegging me while
Speaker 1: she calls me her good boy. Sometimes I ride the
Speaker 1: wand pressed between my thighs, grinding its against face down
Speaker 1: on her pillow so I can bury my moans into
Speaker 1: the fabric that smells like her hair. The filthiest part
Speaker 1: I don't clean them perfectly afterward. I wipe them down, sure,
Speaker 1: but there's always a little trace of me left behind
Speaker 1: my pre comb, my spit, whatever leaked out when I
Speaker 1: came hard clenching around her toy. Then I put everything
Speaker 1: back exactly where it was, zip the pouch slided under
Speaker 1: the bed. Hours later, she'll come home, kiss me hello maybe,
Speaker 1: and grab one of those same toys that night while
Speaker 1: I watch or join in. She has no clue her
Speaker 1: fiance humping and fucking them solo like a desperate secret
Speaker 1: slut just that afternoon. I've come so many times thinking
Speaker 1: about her sliding into that same dildo inside her later,
Speaker 1: unknowingly cover, unknowingly coated in remnants of my load. It's wrong,
Speaker 1: it's sneaky, it's probably crossing some line. Fuck Niaki, the risk,
Speaker 1: the secret. See the way her toys feel like a
Speaker 1: stolen pieces of her body. It makes me come harder
Speaker 1: than almost anything else. She's planning our wedding, I'm planning
Speaker 1: my next boring Tuesday alone with her collection. Don't tell her, okay,
Speaker 1: or maybe tell me if you do the same, you're
Speaker 1: guilty toy thieving fiance. Yeah no, I I'd want to
Speaker 1: know if you're using my toys and maybe we can
Speaker 1: get matching ones and engraved or something. But I'm kind
Speaker 1: of like, yeah, so I no, it's not now it
Speaker 1: crosses the cleanliness one line. It's like you don't share
Speaker 1: your toothbrush. You're not gonna share your toothbrush. You're not
Speaker 1: gonna share this. But that's me now. Wands are different.
Speaker 1: Ones are completely different, I think one because WANs are external.
Speaker 1: But he did the dildo internal, So that's no for me.
Speaker 1: That'd be like, well, okay, you can have that and
Speaker 1: I'll get a I'll just order the same one but
Speaker 1: new and we'll label it and everything. But you didn't
Speaker 1: hide it for though. Do you tell your wife you're
Speaker 1: using her wand because that would be the big thing.
Speaker 1: Just tell me, Just tell me, and then I'd make
Speaker 1: sure I wipe it down before I use it. See,
Speaker 1: that's the whole thing. You're cleaning it. He does not clean,
Speaker 1: partially clean is still unclean. I'm just saying that just
Speaker 1: that's no. I mean, yeah, it has to be a
Speaker 1: full clean. And if you're not gonna full clean it,
Speaker 1: don't use it. If you're not gonna share your toothbrush,
Speaker 1: like I said, then you don't use my toys. And
Speaker 1: I'm not using anybody else's toothbrush. Dear NIGGI. My boy
Speaker 1: toy is do here in a couple of hours, and
Speaker 1: I'm already soaked, just counting down the minutes. He's twenty four, eager, obedient,
Speaker 1: and knows exactly how to drop to his knees the
Speaker 1: second he walks through the door. We've been playing like
Speaker 1: this for months. Him showing up freshly showered, me already
Speaker 1: in lingerie or less. My husband usually lounging on the
Speaker 1: couch with a drink, watching or joining whenever the mood strikes. Tonight,
Speaker 1: though tonight feels different, hotter, riskier. My husband leaned in
Speaker 1: over while I was getting ready, kissed my necked, and murmured,
Speaker 1: why don't you two stop by the adult's store on
Speaker 1: the way back from picking him up? Pick out whatever
Speaker 1: looks fun, Let him carry the bag, make him blush
Speaker 1: in public while you whisper what you're going to do
Speaker 1: to him with every new toy. Fuck. The second he said,
Speaker 1: my clit throbbed. I pictured us walking the bright, fluorescent
Speaker 1: aisles together, my boy toy trailing half a step behind
Speaker 1: me like a good puppy. He is eyes wide, trying
Speaker 1: to act normal while I trail my finger over the glass, dildos,
Speaker 1: vibrating plugs, leather cuffs, and maybe a new strap on harness,
Speaker 1: just to see how red his ears get when the
Speaker 1: cashier rings it up. I'll make him hold the basket.
Speaker 1: I'll lean in close and tell him loud enough for
Speaker 1: anyone nearby to oh, here, maybe this one's going in
Speaker 1: your ass. Later, While my husband fucks my mouth. I
Speaker 1: want him hard, leaking in his jeans before we even
Speaker 1: leave the parking lot. Then when we come home, bags
Speaker 1: rustling my husband, waiting close hit the floor the moment
Speaker 1: the door clicks shut. I want to spend the whole
Speaker 1: night using every new thing on him, edging him until
Speaker 1: he's bagging, filling him, riding his face while the new
Speaker 1: vibe buzzes against my clit, letting my husband take turns,
Speaker 1: stretching him open with whatever fixed silicone we buy. I
Speaker 1: want to come everywhere on his tongue, dripping out of him,
Speaker 1: leaking across my tits, pulling on the sheets. I want
Speaker 1: him racked and grateful and marked as ours by the morning.
Speaker 1: I'm dripping into my thighs right now just typing this.
Speaker 1: Parties are useless. I might not even wear any when
Speaker 1: I go pick him up, just a short dress, no brawl,
Speaker 1: and the anticipation making my nipples ache against the fabric Nikki.
Speaker 1: I feel like a filthy wife tonight, and I love it.
Speaker 1: Husband's idea, my execution, our boy toys, complete surrender. Wish
Speaker 1: she could watch your dripping housewife waiting to pounce. I'd
Speaker 1: love to watch. Hell Yeah, I wish I could do.
Speaker 1: Oh man, that's all stinks all right for you listening?
Speaker 1: Since I get to ask any on the other one.
Speaker 1: In a dynamic with multiple partners or a hot life
Speaker 1: set up, do you prefer to be one leading or
Speaker 1: the one surrendering or the one watching from the sidelines?
Speaker 1: Let your dream group play scenario. I know I in
Speaker 1: popcorn too, popcorn and not wine. Wine has been making
Speaker 1: me sleepy lately, So popcorn and something, you know, I
Speaker 1: would so watch. Yeah, I've watched one, but not like this.
Speaker 1: It was I was at a resort and a couple
Speaker 1: was getting married and ended up getting inviting back to
Speaker 1: watch them. Consummate was their whole thing, and they didn't
Speaker 1: want to join, and I just wanted to, you know,
Speaker 1: but everybody else you could do your own thing, but
Speaker 1: you couldn't join them kind of thing. They wanted that,
Speaker 1: that's what they want it. And I ended up going.
Speaker 1: By the time I couldn't handle anymore, I went back
Speaker 1: to my room and played, Ah, yeah, that's that's a
Speaker 1: big step watching or play with somebody else. The question
Speaker 1: would be, I think maybe started with like this, what
Speaker 1: would make you come harder with just knowing she's playing
Speaker 1: with somebody else and then maybe later she fucks you
Speaker 1: or however, you guys are intimate here retelling everything. What'd
Speaker 1: she say when you spoke to her. It's easy to
Speaker 1: play the scenario. It's it's hard to put the toothpaste
Speaker 1: back in the tube. I'm glad you guys realized that sometime.
Speaker 1: Like I said, sometimes the fantasy is definitely hotter than
Speaker 1: what itever would be in real life. And being in
Speaker 1: the communities one hundred and ten percent, that's a lot
Speaker 1: of what I hear. But then I hear of all
Speaker 1: the good things that do happen when you do explore it,
Speaker 1: and I mean everybody, there's a lot of people that
Speaker 1: do confess here. There's nothing like when you know your
Speaker 1: partner's really hot into it, you know it really worked up,
Speaker 1: and you carry the fantasy over. I can't tell you
Speaker 1: how many times I came home a bad girl after
Speaker 1: letting the football team rail me up and down in
Speaker 1: the locker room. I was a bad girl, daddy, or
Speaker 1: I have a confession, vicar. It's been two weeks since
Speaker 1: I've been to confession. I've been a really naughty girl.
Speaker 1: How do I play? Kenneth Bennetts. Yeah, true story. Yes,
Speaker 1: it's a true story, very true story. Just the tip, Daddy,
Speaker 1: just the tip. Let me play with just the tip.
Speaker 1: I promise it's just the tip. I think we should
Speaker 1: go on. I don't know how to tease. I swear
Speaker 1: to God I did not tease gentlemen. And you know
Speaker 1: the thing is, if I can get this up and
Speaker 1: posted before midnight, I'll have comments by the time I
Speaker 1: wake up. So you've been talking about this again? No,
Speaker 1: not at all? Oh, thank you? Do you have time
Speaker 1: for one more? Oz? Okay, Dear Niki, I'm twenty six female,
Speaker 1: and I've spent way too long pretending I'm normal about
Speaker 1: sex when the truth is I'm burning up inside with
Speaker 1: no one with this one aching need. I want to
Speaker 1: be someone's plaything completely, no negotiations, no half measures, just
Speaker 1: handed over, used, filled, left tripping for however long they
Speaker 1: decide I'm worth keeping around. I've always been the shy
Speaker 1: one in person. My last few relationships were all long distance,
Speaker 1: so real sex maybe five or six times total in
Speaker 1: my life. But online, God, online, I've sent nudes like
Speaker 1: they were grading cards, sexted till my finger's cramped, gotten
Speaker 1: off to the flood of dirty messages that hit my
Speaker 1: in box with every post, and somewhere in all those
Speaker 1: late night chats and voice notes, and show me how
Speaker 1: wet you are right now demands something clicked. I don't
Speaker 1: want to submit. I want to be owned, temporarily or forever.
Speaker 1: I don't even care any more. I want to be
Speaker 1: some one's personal comslut fuck toy, a warm, wet set
Speaker 1: of holes that exist for their pleasure first mine second.
Speaker 1: If at all, the fantasies have gotten so vivid, I
Speaker 1: can't unsee them. I picture a man or men who
Speaker 1: know exactly what he wants. No asking, no hesitation, just
Speaker 1: been me over spreading me, sliding in raw whenever he pleases,
Speaker 1: telling me to stay still while he uses my mouth
Speaker 1: like a sleeve by pussy, like a stress toy. I
Speaker 1: ask because it's there and tight and he feels like it.
Speaker 1: I imagine bending on my knees, wrists tied behind my back,
Speaker 1: throat open, just waiting for the next load, or on
Speaker 1: my back, legs pinned wide, taking cock after cock while
Speaker 1: I moan around whatever's stuffed in my mouth. Lately, the
Speaker 1: glory Whole videos are my secret obsession, not the usual kind,
Speaker 1: the ones where it's her pussy press to the wall
Speaker 1: instead of anonymous, available, tripping waiting for whoever walks by.
Speaker 1: Every time I watch one, I end up grinding against
Speaker 1: my pillow, imagining that it's me holes pressed like an offering,
Speaker 1: no face, no name, just a needy cotton ass for
Speaker 1: strangers to empty into. The thought of being that anonymous
Speaker 1: that used, disposable yet desired makes me come hard. My
Speaker 1: legs shake for minutes. Afterward, I've gotten off fantasizing about
Speaker 1: a lineup, all those guys who've messaged me over the ears,
Speaker 1: finally getting their turn, one after another, No breaks, no mercy,
Speaker 1: just taking what they want, leaving me leaking, sore marked
Speaker 1: and still begging more, please euse me again. Maybe it's
Speaker 1: a one night thing. Maybe I wake up the next
Speaker 1: morning's sore and satisfied and go back to being the
Speaker 1: shy girl who blushes that eye contact. Or maybe it's deeper.
Speaker 1: Maybe I want someone to claim me long term, train me,
Speaker 1: keep me on a short lease or a shorter temper
Speaker 1: ready whenever they snap their fingers either way. Right now,
Speaker 1: I'm soaked just writing this. Panty's ruined thigh slick aching
Speaker 1: to be told what to do, how to possession myself,
Speaker 1: when to open wider. I miss the rush of posting,
Speaker 1: waiting for the flood, but then then I want, I
Speaker 1: miss the version of myself that hasn't been truly used
Speaker 1: the way I need to be used. So, if you're
Speaker 1: hearing this and you're the kind of person who knows
Speaker 1: how to take charge, who knows how to break a
Speaker 1: shy girl open and turn her into your perfect little
Speaker 1: calm dump, I'm here, we waiting, ready to be whatever
Speaker 1: filthy thing you want me to be. Please use me.
Speaker 1: You're aching untouched, desperate to be ruined plaything. So the
Speaker 1: glory holes I thought of are the ones that you
Speaker 1: I've seen that I think they're an Amsterdam. I think
Speaker 1: they're just you walk in and there's just body parts,
Speaker 1: you know, just laying in there. They're both seen them,
Speaker 1: both for men, and I have seen both for women,
Speaker 1: not in person, but you just walk in there. And
Speaker 1: this is what I was picturing when she was talking
Speaker 1: about a glory hole, because of what they weren't just
Speaker 1: pressed against the wall. Their bodies were out, so they
Speaker 1: were either like Doggie or the missionary with their knees
Speaker 1: spread wide, or you know, in various positions, so they
Speaker 1: could just it was a perfect being anonymous, you didn't
Speaker 1: know who she was. They would just one at a time,
Speaker 1: line up and do their thing and go on their way.
Speaker 1: So yeah, definitely, yeah. I I don't know if I
Speaker 1: find them hot, But then sometimes logical land kicks in
Speaker 1: and you're like, God, what does this smell like in there?
Speaker 1: I'm horrible. I'm horrible, But I do find them sexy,
Speaker 1: Like if you could watch like live, like like if
Speaker 1: they had like a balcony and you could watch down,
Speaker 1: maybe I could do that, just just to see what's
Speaker 1: going on. I think I could do that. Ok, yeah
Speaker 1: you'll have to if you partaken. I saw him on
Speaker 1: ex videos and I swear they're from Ansterdam, but I
Speaker 1: could be one hundred percent of me wrong. But they're
Speaker 1: glorihals and you just walk in. It looks like a museum.
Speaker 1: Not as cleaning, but you know, it just looks like
Speaker 1: a museum of body parts hanging outside of a wall.
Speaker 1: He'd be surprised. I've yeah, I've heard about them, but
Speaker 1: they're usually invites only kind of thing. When you're talking
Speaker 1: about the elegant ones, I think sex does bring up
Speaker 1: anxiety anyway. Dear Nicky, I've been such a naughty girl tonight.
Speaker 1: I can't stop. For the past two hours, I've been
Speaker 1: sprawled on my bed, legs spread wide, fingers very deep
Speaker 1: in my pussy, circling my clit until it's swollen and throbbing,
Speaker 1: then slowing down just to edge myself stupid all over again.
Speaker 1: My sheets are soaked, my thighs are sticky, my panties
Speaker 1: are long gone, crumbled on the floor like evidence. I
Speaker 1: don't even care to hide any more. I started innocent,
Speaker 1: just a quick touched unwine after a long day, but
Speaker 1: then one orgasm turned into two, and two turned into
Speaker 1: just one more. Now I'm tripping, trembling mess who can't
Speaker 1: stop humping my own hand. Every time I get close,
Speaker 1: I pull back, whining into my pillow because the denial
Speaker 1: feels so good. My pussy is so puffy and sensitive
Speaker 1: I can feel my heart beat in it. Every little
Speaker 1: brush makes me jolt. And the whole time I've been
Speaker 1: thinking the same filthy thing over and over. I want
Speaker 1: to be punished so fucking bad. I want someone to
Speaker 1: walk in right now. See what a desperate, disobedient slut
Speaker 1: I've been and decide I don't deserve to come again
Speaker 1: tonight or maybe ever. I want them to grab my wrists,
Speaker 1: pin them above my head and growl that little girls
Speaker 1: don't who can't control themselves, get tied up and teased
Speaker 1: until they cry. I want my legs forced apart with
Speaker 1: a spread or bar, my dripping cut, exposed and untouched
Speaker 1: while they lecture me about being greedy. Maybe the edge
Speaker 1: me with a vibrator, just hold it out of reach,
Speaker 1: letting the buzz kiss my clip for half a second
Speaker 1: before pulling away, Over and over until I'm begging, sobbing,
Speaker 1: promising I'll be good or worse or better. They'd flip
Speaker 1: me over as up, spake me wrong for every orgasm
Speaker 1: I stole without permission, hard stinging smacks that leave my
Speaker 1: cheeks burning, each one making my pussy clench and leak
Speaker 1: even more. Then they'd slide something thick inside me fingers
Speaker 1: a toy their cock, and fuck me slow and shallow,
Speaker 1: never letting me have the depth or speed I need.
Speaker 1: Telling me this all a greedy cut like me gets tonight.
Speaker 1: I want to be made to apologize while I'm still dripping.
Speaker 1: I want to be told I'm not allowed to touch
Speaker 1: again until they say so. I want the humiliation of
Speaker 1: being caught, used and left aching with no release. God, NICKI,
Speaker 1: I'm so close right now, just writing this. My fingers
Speaker 1: are shaking, my clit is begging. But I'm trying so
Speaker 1: hard not to come, because I know, Dawn that I
Speaker 1: don't deserve it, not yet, not till someone's stronger than
Speaker 1: me decides I've earned it or decides I haven't. Please
Speaker 1: tell me I'm not the only one who gets this
Speaker 1: racked and needy from her own dazing, or better yet,
Speaker 1: come punish me yourself. I'll wait, Edge, drip bag, you're soaked, sorry,
Speaker 1: desperately needing discipline, little slut. Yeah ah, I'd rather be
Speaker 1: on her end. And I have actually tizer. Yeah that
Speaker 1: started teasing. Yeah, edging is definitely. Here's the thing. I
Speaker 1: can't tease myself. I I'm I have to be. I'm selfish.
Speaker 1: I have to just go right in and take it.
Speaker 1: I have to. I have to. I have to work
Speaker 1: asm I can't. I can't come deny myself. But someone
Speaker 1: edging me, Yeah, I love a good edging. I do too.
Speaker 1: I get so fucking messy, like ever messy. Yeah, I'm
Speaker 1: I'll admit as much as I would have to practice
Speaker 1: to edge, because I think I bring myself too close
Speaker 1: that to the edge that I end up tumbling over
Speaker 1: and then it feels like a ruined orgasm and then
Speaker 1: I'm just pissy ooh sitting pics of people. Yeah, I can't.
Speaker 1: I've tried the whole edging and I've tried to bring
Speaker 1: myself right to the edge, but every single time, I'm like,
Speaker 1: I have to like separate my own pussy lips just
Speaker 1: so I won't I won't buzz myself over the It's
Speaker 1: so I'm like, I like got my legs spread and
Speaker 1: my hands between my thighs, going no, no, no, no,
Speaker 1: So it's it's yeah, I just ended up let myself
Speaker 1: over the edge, because then it turns comical what a
Speaker 1: filthy pulse racing ride tonight has been. From sneaking fingers
Speaker 1: under the desk during a zoom call while the boss
Speaker 1: druns on about Q three goals, to handing your body
Speaker 1: over to strangers with a single link, to raiding your
Speaker 1: partner's drawer and leaving little secrets behind, to counting edges
Speaker 1: alone in the dark, to begging for a punishment you
Speaker 1: both crave in fear. These confessions remind us that desire
Speaker 1: doesn't wait for permission. It slips in through the cracks
Speaker 1: muted mics, behind locked bedroom doors, in the fluorescent aisles
Speaker 1: of adult stores, and right in the middle of normal
Speaker 1: parts of our day. So thank you, every single one
Speaker 1: of you who'll poured out your naughtiest truth seer. You
Speaker 1: make this space feel electric. And until next time, stay sneaky,
Speaker 1: stay soaked. And if you've got a boring meeting, long drive,
Speaker 1: or empty house coming up, maybe just don't mute your mic.
Speaker 1: Let yourself be a little bad. The girls can wait,
Speaker 1: sweet filthy dreams. This is Sneaky signing off.