Speaker 1: Welcome back to After Dark with Nikki, where we peel
Speaker 1: back the layers of desire, danger, and delicious depravity. Tonight's
Speaker 1: episode is tiled Public Risk Exhibitionism Confessions, a no holds
Speaker 1: barred deep dive into the stories where the line between
Speaker 1: safe and reckless blurs, and the thrill of exposure or
Speaker 1: almost exposure becomes the ultimate turn on. We've got to
Speaker 1: stack a listeners confessions that are equal parts heart pounding
Speaker 1: and filthy, each one pushing further into territory most people
Speaker 1: only fantasize about in the dark. Here's what coming up
Speaker 1: to get your pulse racing. A commuter who got groped
Speaker 1: on a packed rush hour bus by an anonymous hand.
Speaker 1: Instead of fighting it, she got so soaked she raced
Speaker 1: home to finger herself two three back to back orgasms.
Speaker 1: A weekend shopper who went brawless in a sheer tank
Speaker 1: and commando under the high slit skirt. No flashing, just
Speaker 1: the constant private what if buzzing through her every time
Speaker 1: a clerk stared or the wind shifted. And a mom
Speaker 1: who waited until her son's twenty something friends passed out
Speaker 1: on the living room couch, then masturbated in her bedroom
Speaker 1: door wide open and wrote her dildo on the kitchen
Speaker 1: counter and finally fucked it inches from where they sleeped.
Speaker 1: That and so so much more, and these raw, real
Speaker 1: boundary testing tales that mix adrenaline, arousal, and that addictive
Speaker 1: rush of almost all fully being seen. Were reading every
Speaker 1: word live, reacting to it and breaking down what makes
Speaker 1: these moments so intoxicating. But first, today's question for you,
Speaker 1: what is the riskiest public or semi public place you
Speaker 1: have ever gotten off or almost gotten off? And what
Speaker 1: was the one detail, a sound, a glance, a near
Speaker 1: miss that either saved you or pushed you over the edge.
Speaker 1: You can drop your stories in my DM or in
Speaker 1: the chat right now on Discord, or you can email
Speaker 1: them anonymously at dearniki dot com under the confessions tab,
Speaker 1: or send them right over and buy email at Nikki
Speaker 1: in Ikky at dearnigki dot com. I want to hear
Speaker 1: the full details, the fear, the heat, and the athemat
Speaker 1: so stick around. We're about to get very, very filthy,
Speaker 1: and before we begin down that dirty, dirty gnolly spot,
Speaker 1: it's time for our rental Aret off. Small and cute,
Speaker 1: but the more you play with me, the bigger and
Speaker 1: harder I get. When I'm finally at my biggest I
Speaker 1: explode all over your face and you usually swallow most
Speaker 1: of what comes out when am I And of course,
Speaker 1: as always, the answer is at the end of our show.
Speaker 1: You know what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax,
Speaker 1: Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
Speaker 1: and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
Speaker 1: and me. Dear Nikki, I need to get this off
Speaker 1: my chest because it's been consuming my thoughts lately, and
Speaker 1: the mix of excitement and guilt is driving me wild.
Speaker 1: I travel a ton on public transport. Buses and trains
Speaker 1: are just so convenient, cheap, and always running. The downside
Speaker 1: is the insane rush hour crowds. It's mostly packed with
Speaker 1: bin during those times, bodies pressed everywhere, and it could
Speaker 1: feel super uncomfortable, or at least it used to. A
Speaker 1: few weeks ago, I was heading home in the evening
Speaker 1: on a pack bus. It was one of those sardine
Speaker 1: canned situations where you can't even turn around. I end
Speaker 1: up squeezed between this random guy behind me and a
Speaker 1: middle aged woman in front. Halfway through the ride, I
Speaker 1: felt a hand land on my ass. With the crowd
Speaker 1: so tight, I couldn't shift away or even turn to
Speaker 1: see who it was. At first I froze, but then
Speaker 1: the hand started moving, slowly, stroking over my denim shorts.
Speaker 1: I should have been mad or scared, the fuck it
Speaker 1: turned me on like instantly. The touching got boulder squeezing, massaging,
Speaker 1: kneading my ass hard, and my body just betrayed me.
Speaker 1: My pussy started throbbing. I got so wet I could
Speaker 1: I feel it soaking through, and I was clinching my
Speaker 1: thighs trying not to moan right there. By the time
Speaker 1: I got off the bus, I was shaking with need.
Speaker 1: The second I walk through my door, I stripped naked,
Speaker 1: threw myself on the bed, and finger fucked myself like crazy.
Speaker 1: I came three times in a row, hard, replaying every
Speaker 1: second of that anonymous hand on me. Now I can't
Speaker 1: stop thinking about it. Every time I step on to
Speaker 1: a crowded bus or train, my heart races with this
Speaker 1: twisted anticipation. Part of me wants it to happen again,
Speaker 1: wants some stranger to take advantage of the rush to
Speaker 1: grope me, squeeze me, maybe even slip a hand somewhere
Speaker 1: more risky while no one can see. The thought alone
Speaker 1: makes me tripping wet. I have to excuse myself to
Speaker 1: the bathroom at work, sometimes just to touch myself to
Speaker 1: take the edge off. But then rational part kicks in.
Speaker 1: It's Grissy's could go wrong in miss so many ways,
Speaker 1: someone could get aggressive or worse, and I know it's
Speaker 1: not safe or something I should chase. Yet the urge
Speaker 1: is so strong, the seek thrill of being touched without
Speaker 1: permission in public, of getting off on the danger or
Speaker 1: a nomininity. It's become this full blown kink I didn't
Speaker 1: ask for. I'm stuck in this dilemma. Do I keep
Speaker 1: writing a crowded transport and secretly hope it happens again,
Speaker 1: maybe even position myself in a way that invites it.
Speaker 1: Or do I try to shut it down before I
Speaker 1: get myself into real trouble. What do you think, Nikki?
Speaker 1: Have any of your listeners dealt with something like this?
Speaker 1: Is it just a hot fantasy I should keep in
Speaker 1: my head and my bedroom, or is there a way
Speaker 1: to explore it safely without crossing the lines. Thanks for reading.
Speaker 1: My filthy confession. I feel lighter just typing out and honestly,
Speaker 1: one or two hogs and kisses a conflicted commuter. Ah well, honestly,
Speaker 1: I'm stuck in logic land like yourself. You know, the
Speaker 1: things that could go wrong, you know, I've we've had
Speaker 1: co one kind of like this. So obviously there's someone
Speaker 1: in the same boat as you, or train or commute.
Speaker 1: And I immediately went to there's porn actually for this,
Speaker 1: and that's where I first stumbled onto it. And I
Speaker 1: can't believe I didn't even think of it. I mean,
Speaker 1: you kind of think of it like in a crowded elevator.
Speaker 1: I mean, it's been in movies where you know, the
Speaker 1: guy accidentally drops something or picks something up and his
Speaker 1: hand slides up your thigh and maybe he'll figure you
Speaker 1: right there for a little bit and bring you to
Speaker 1: the edge till you get to the room. So there's
Speaker 1: always that, But that never led me to a stranger,
Speaker 1: which is very odd. So my question for you, if
Speaker 1: you were in a crowded commute sardine style and someone
Speaker 1: started to touch you intimately, would you stop them? Logically
Speaker 1: I would, but I have to agree with the conflicted commuter.
Speaker 1: This is oh so very very hot. Dear Nikki, I've
Speaker 1: got this confession that's been simmering in me all week,
Speaker 1: and I can't stop replaying it. I need to spill
Speaker 1: it on the live show, because saying it out loud
Speaker 1: might make it feel even dirtier, or maybe help me
Speaker 1: figure out if I'm crazy for loving it so much.
Speaker 1: Last weekend, I took my friend to the next town
Speaker 1: over for some shopping. Nothing wild, just heading up a
Speaker 1: few stores, grabbing coffee, the usual. But weekends are my
Speaker 1: no work clothes rule, so I dressed super casual cute,
Speaker 1: a fitted black tank top that's thin enough you can
Speaker 1: see every detail when the light hits just right. And yeah,
Speaker 1: I skipped the braw completely. My nipples were just there,
Speaker 1: poking against the fabric whenever it got a little chilly
Speaker 1: or moved too fast. Then the bottom half this longish,
Speaker 1: flowy skirt with a wide slit up one side that
Speaker 1: shows off almost my whole leg when I walk, and
Speaker 1: underneath it a tiny short underskirt thing that barely counts
Speaker 1: as coverage. And pannies. Nope, not a single stitch. I
Speaker 1: don't get off flashing people or trying to get caught.
Speaker 1: That's not my thing. But the whole time we were out,
Speaker 1: this quiet, filthy, little voice in my head kept whispering,
Speaker 1: what if? What if the slit parted just right when
Speaker 1: I bent to look at the shoe use. What if
Speaker 1: a breeze caught the skirt while we were walking between scores.
Speaker 1: What if someone behind me on the escalator got a
Speaker 1: clear view straight up my bare pussy. I wasn't doing
Speaker 1: anything obvious, but I was so aware of how naked
Speaker 1: I was under there, air brushing against my lips with
Speaker 1: every step, thigh sliding together, getting a little slicker every
Speaker 1: time I caught a guye's eyes lingering on my chest
Speaker 1: or tracking down were that slit opened up? As I
Speaker 1: sat down, A couple of the store guys hit on me.
Speaker 1: Nothing aggressive, just the usual flirty comments, compliments on the outfit,
Speaker 1: asking if I needed any help finding anything. Every time
Speaker 1: it happened, I felt my nipples tightened under the tank,
Speaker 1: felt the pulse between my legs, Knowing they had no
Speaker 1: clue I was completely bare underneath. I kept wondering did
Speaker 1: any of them suspect? Could they tell there was no
Speaker 1: panty lines when I turned or sat. Did they imagine
Speaker 1: what it would feel like to slide a hand up
Speaker 1: the open slit and find nothing but warm, wet skin.
Speaker 1: My friend was right there the whole time, chatting, laughing,
Speaker 1: introducing me to a couple of her family members and
Speaker 1: friends we ran into. She had zero idea. She was
Speaker 1: showing me off like a cute, put together shopping buddy,
Speaker 1: while I was secretly dripping at the thought of how
Speaker 1: easy it would be for some one to discover my
Speaker 1: little secret. I didn't flash any one, I didn't push it,
Speaker 1: but the entire afternoon I was low key throbbing, role
Speaker 1: playing every what if stere owned my head. By the
Speaker 1: time I got home, I was so worked up I
Speaker 1: barely made it to my room before my hand was
Speaker 1: between my legs, rubbing circles over my clit while I
Speaker 1: pictured one of those clerks following me into a changing room,
Speaker 1: pushing the skirt aside and finding a exactly how bare
Speaker 1: I already was. It's not like I want to go
Speaker 1: full exhibitionist next time, but fuck, the risk felt so
Speaker 1: good without crossing any real lines. I keep thinking about
Speaker 1: doing it again. Maybe pick a skirt with the even
Speaker 1: higher slit or thinner top on a windier day, just
Speaker 1: enough to keep that private buzz going. Have any of
Speaker 1: your callers confess to getting off on this kind of
Speaker 1: subtable deniable exposure. Should I keep it as by Dirty's
Speaker 1: little solo fantasy or is there a safe way to
Speaker 1: chase that feeling a tiny bit more without actually showing
Speaker 1: the world. I'm already wet just typing this out for
Speaker 1: the show. I can't wait to hear you what everyone
Speaker 1: else thinks about it, Your secret weekend slut, Hello, secret
Speaker 1: weekend slut. How are you m oh somewhere safely? As
Speaker 1: I read that, I was trying to think, and if
Speaker 1: you happened to know somebody where you work or work differently,
Speaker 1: that could be a way that you can role play
Speaker 1: it and go for it. Yeah, I don't. There's got
Speaker 1: to be a way that you can do it and
Speaker 1: can get away with it. But I think it'd have
Speaker 1: to be a lot of role play or dating someone
Speaker 1: in retail that would do this and risk their job. Hello,
Speaker 1: you made it, So I just got done? Maybe I
Speaker 1: can so I just got done asking a question. Maybe
Speaker 1: you just popped in right after a story. Good timing, though,
Speaker 1: so should seem see if I can ask you this.
Speaker 1: So this woman wants to have like a subtle denial exposure,
Speaker 1: Like she wore a tank top kind of see through
Speaker 1: you could see your nipples and a skirt with a
Speaker 1: really eye slit, and she had this fantasy about, you know,
Speaker 1: maybe finding a way to act on it in public.
Speaker 1: Should she keep her little dirty solo fantasy or she's there?
Speaker 1: Should she safe find a safe way to chase that
Speaker 1: feeling a tiny bit more without actually showing the world.
Speaker 1: And the only way I could think of, and maybe
Speaker 1: you can help me with this, Cassie, is I told
Speaker 1: her to maybe date a guy or have a one
Speaker 1: night stand with a guy that worked retail that could
Speaker 1: kind of give them that experience, because that was in
Speaker 1: the confession as well. I really can't think of a
Speaker 1: way to have retail sex without making sure someone in
Speaker 1: retail was involved in it somehow. So what do you guys,
Speaker 1: what do you think as a woman, how would you
Speaker 1: pull it off? Yeah, it's hot, but it'd be really
Speaker 1: tough to do that one. I think that one, for
Speaker 1: various un restable reasons, we should keep that too based
Speaker 1: in the tube. I mean, you could set it up,
Speaker 1: but unless she's into role playing, it wouldn't give her
Speaker 1: that spontaneous feel. I mean, you could set up easily,
Speaker 1: like at a resort that allows role play in this
Speaker 1: situation that would set something up like this for her.
Speaker 1: Or maybe they having connections in town. I know one
Speaker 1: that does that. Possibly they could pull this off and
Speaker 1: get her what she wants. But I think it'd be
Speaker 1: a little difficult because of X you know, outside factors
Speaker 1: that you don't really factor in or hard to That's
Speaker 1: what I said. Find someone in retail. Yeah, so she
Speaker 1: has our answer, Dear Nikki. Last night I did it again,
Speaker 1: and it was even riskier than before. My son had
Speaker 1: a couple of his friends over, guys in their twenties
Speaker 1: for a sleepover. They always crash in the living room
Speaker 1: on the pullout sofa bed wants. Everyone whined down while
Speaker 1: my boys head to their own rooms. I waited until
Speaker 1: the house went completely quiet, lights off, everyone storing or
Speaker 1: at least settled. Then I cracked my bedroom door wide open,
Speaker 1: the one that looks straight out into the living room,
Speaker 1: and stripped completely naked. I lay back on my bed,
Speaker 1: legs spread wide facing that open doorway. Total darkness hid
Speaker 1: me mostly, but anyone who woke up and glanced that
Speaker 1: way would have seen the outline of me in the
Speaker 1: moonlight if it hit just right. I started touching myself
Speaker 1: right there, two fingers plunging deep into my soaked pussy.
Speaker 1: On my other hand, worked my clit in tight circles.
Speaker 1: I had to bite my lips so hard to keep
Speaker 1: the moans and little grunts locked away in my throat.
Speaker 1: The room was dead silent except for the esne wet,
Speaker 1: squelching sounds of my fingers pumping in and out. It
Speaker 1: felt deafening in the quiet, like the whole house could
Speaker 1: hear how sloppy and desperate I was. I could hear
Speaker 1: the friends snoring out there, deep statty breasts. I knew
Speaker 1: they were out cold. That safely let me go harder.
Speaker 1: I rubbed my clit like a frantic, needy slut until
Speaker 1: the FoST first orgasm hit me like a freight train.
Speaker 1: I'd been edging myself all week, so the release was insane,
Speaker 1: body shaking, pussy clenching around my fingers. I barely caught
Speaker 1: my breath before the second one rolled through me even stronger.
Speaker 1: But I wasn't done, not even close. I slipped off
Speaker 1: the bed, grabbed my favorite dildo at eight and a
Speaker 1: half inch clear one with a suction cup, and tiptoed
Speaker 1: to the kitchen. I stuck it right on the countertop,
Speaker 1: climbed up and lowered myself onto it. Being up there
Speaker 1: felt so exposed, like I was on the stage, legs spread, tits, bouncing,
Speaker 1: riding it hard while the house slept around me. I
Speaker 1: fucked myself senseless, chasing three or more shattering orgasms. The
Speaker 1: counter was slick, sticky mess when I finally slid off,
Speaker 1: thighs trembling. Then I did the thing that still makes
Speaker 1: my heart race just thinking about it. I carried the
Speaker 1: dildo back to the living room, stuck it to the floor,
Speaker 1: right behind the couch where those boys were sleeping. Inches
Speaker 1: away from them. I gripped the back of the couch
Speaker 1: for balance, straddled it, and sank down on that thick
Speaker 1: shaft again. This time I had to be deathly quiet.
Speaker 1: They were right there, one twitch, one cough, one sleepy rollover,
Speaker 1: and they had seen me naked and paled, riding like
Speaker 1: a hore in the dark. My nipples dragged against the
Speaker 1: rough fabric of the couch as I pressed my chest
Speaker 1: close using it to muffle any accidental sounds. The fear
Speaker 1: was electric. Every creak of the floor, every shift from
Speaker 1: one of them sent adrelline spiking through me while I
Speaker 1: ground down harder. I came twice more like that, silent,
Speaker 1: violent orgasms that left me dizzy and dripping. I finally
Speaker 1: crept back to my room, climb into bed, and touch
Speaker 1: myself one last time, slow, this time savoring the aftershocks
Speaker 1: before passing out completely spent. I've never came so many
Speaker 1: times in one night. My body was racked sore in
Speaker 1: the best way, but I was floating on pure satisfaction.
Speaker 1: I'm addicted to this now, the risk of being caught
Speaker 1: by my son's friends, clueless guys who have no idea
Speaker 1: what their friend mom does when they're asleep. It's becoming
Speaker 1: this dark, filthy obsession. I craved that razor edge danger
Speaker 1: more every time. Nikki, what do you think? Am I
Speaker 1: spiraling too far? Or is this just the kind of
Speaker 1: secret thrill some of us need to feel alive? Have
Speaker 1: any of your callers confessed of something this close to
Speaker 1: the line. I need to know I'm not the only
Speaker 1: one losing my mind over it. Thanks for holding a
Speaker 1: space for my dirtiest secrets. Typing this out as me
Speaker 1: wet all over again a very risky, mom, I'd call
Speaker 1: that very risky. Ah, this is a no for me.
Speaker 1: That's a little too risky for me. You liked it
Speaker 1: or no? Okay? So how far would you go, Cassie me?
Speaker 1: I would if if you and I were to do it,
Speaker 1: I would say, okay, I'm I'm to the point where
Speaker 1: maybe to the kitchen. Maybe. Then you'll like the first
Speaker 1: confession that you missed out on. It's about a train
Speaker 1: or a bus. If they didn't go into they just
Speaker 1: said other. So you'll find the first one that you
Speaker 1: missed out on really good. I don't have any kids either,
Speaker 1: so we may have to just borrow some twenty year
Speaker 1: olds and throw them in the living room. What do
Speaker 1: you think though, for me? If once you start listening
Speaker 1: to me, I like them a lot older. You know,
Speaker 1: I like a good silver fox. So you'll find that
Speaker 1: out about me. Oh nice, fisted on the bus? You
Speaker 1: were fisted? Wow, So you like the You'll have to
Speaker 1: tell me after you go back and listen later. You'll
Speaker 1: have to tell me what you think about the first story. Okay,
Speaker 1: so the first one was about a woman that got
Speaker 1: she was I'm thinking it's a commuter train, is the
Speaker 1: way it kind of sounded, And she was already packed
Speaker 1: into there and she got fingered and didn't know who
Speaker 1: and went back and masturbated to it. You'll have to
Speaker 1: listen to it, though, now I'm dying. You're gonna have
Speaker 1: to write the whole Do you love getting risky in public? Wow?
Speaker 1: You'll have to tell me about it or write in
Speaker 1: if you can. You know, if you decide right, it
Speaker 1: doesn't have to be really long like these. Oh amazing,
Speaker 1: I love that. Well. We cannot wait to hear it.
Speaker 1: I know Darcy Will he's never ond with me, but
Speaker 1: he's my editor. As you'll find out as you keep
Speaker 1: listening to me, he's the one that puts the shows
Speaker 1: together for me. So yeah, dear Nikki, I've got to
Speaker 1: spill this one because it still gets me rock hard
Speaker 1: just remembering it, and honestly, I need to hear what
Speaker 1: your listeners think about how far this escalated. Back in July,
Speaker 1: I was chatting with this woman on fet life for
Speaker 1: a couple of weeks. She was flirty, kinky as hell,
Speaker 1: and she wanted to do a public meet first, a
Speaker 1: casual walk to feel out the vibes before we actually
Speaker 1: hooked up. Sounded low key, so we picked the super
Speaker 1: popular walking trail that loops around the big lake right
Speaker 1: near the downtown. It's always packed families, joggers, cyclists, dog walkers, tourists,
Speaker 1: the works. We met around seven p m. Still broad daylight,
Speaker 1: sun blazing, trail buzzing with people. We found a bench
Speaker 1: with a decent view of the water, sat down and
Speaker 1: started chatting like normal people, small talk, laughs, testing the chemistry.
Speaker 1: Then out of nowhere, she slides her hand up the
Speaker 1: leg of my shorts, no warning, just her fingers wrapped
Speaker 1: around my already hard cock, stroking me slow and firm
Speaker 1: right there on the bench. My heart slammed into my ribs.
Speaker 1: People were streaming past behind us every few seconds, bikes
Speaker 1: whizzing by, voices carrying on the breeze. She didn't care.
Speaker 1: She tugged my shorts down just enough to keep my
Speaker 1: cock fully out in the open air, stroking me with
Speaker 1: these confident, teasing pools while I tried and failed tack casual.
Speaker 1: Next thing I know, she's shifting ass up in the air,
Speaker 1: like she's stretching or something innocent, but really, She's bending
Speaker 1: over to take me in her mouth, full on, blowing
Speaker 1: me on this public bench on Golden Hour, her head bobbing,
Speaker 1: lips tight around me, tongue working the under side while
Speaker 1: I'm scanning the trail like a paranoid hawk. She was
Speaker 1: wearing these tight jean shorts with no panties underneath. I
Speaker 1: could tell because when I reached back, my fingers slid
Speaker 1: straight inturpussey, no barrier. I fingered her deep while she
Speaker 1: sucked me, keeping one eye on the path. We had
Speaker 1: to freeze and pretend we were just talking. A couple
Speaker 1: of times literally, people walking ten feet behind us, close
Speaker 1: enough to hear any noise we made. One jogger even
Speaker 1: glanced over, but she kept going like it was dohing.
Speaker 1: She eventually dropped fully between my legs, hidden by a
Speaker 1: little bench angle, and went down deep, sloppy and determined.
Speaker 1: I couldn't hold back. I came hard down her throat
Speaker 1: while a family with kids bike passed maybe fifteen feet away.
Speaker 1: She swallowed every drop, sat back up with this smug
Speaker 1: little smile, wiped her mouth like she'd just finished a snack,
Speaker 1: and we kept chatting like nothing happened. A week later,
Speaker 1: we met up in a hotel room. She invited one
Speaker 1: of her other friends with benefits to watch. I fisted
Speaker 1: her on the bed, slow at first, then deeper, moaning
Speaker 1: and soaking my arm, while the other guy jerked off
Speaker 1: in the chair, eyes glued on to us. Once she
Speaker 1: came around my hand, shaking and cursing, he took his
Speaker 1: turn and fucked her senseless while I watched and recovered.
Speaker 1: It was a filthy and intense and felt like we
Speaker 1: were the perfect payoff to that risky trail blow job.
Speaker 1: That public wrist on looks something in me. The daylight,
Speaker 1: constant stream of strangers, the fact we almost got caught
Speaker 1: multiple times. It was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. Now,
Speaker 1: every time I walk that trail, I get half hard
Speaker 1: thinking about it. Have any of you done something this
Speaker 1: bold and broad daylight? Is this the kind of public
Speaker 1: play that stays a hot one off? Or does it
Speaker 1: make you crave pushing the line further next time? Thanks
Speaker 1: for letting me confess this live. I'm already throbbing again,
Speaker 1: typing it out at trailblazer who can't stop replaying it.
Speaker 1: I'm sorry I almost laughed when they said fisting. I
Speaker 1: was like, here you go, Cassie. I don't think it.
Speaker 1: I know, right, I don't know if it would have
Speaker 1: for me to push the line again, it would have
Speaker 1: to I would have to do it like a couple
Speaker 1: of times. I'm like, okay, let's push it a little further.
Speaker 1: I do like that they did it in a park.
Speaker 1: I just don't know if i'd have the guts. You
Speaker 1: have you ever done it in public like that, like
Speaker 1: a park, mountains, like on a trail or just on
Speaker 1: the mountain nice. It's it's very common to hear people
Speaker 1: using a trail like that, you know, just kind of
Speaker 1: like off the beaten path, but beach your lakes. I'm
Speaker 1: trying to I've been finger banged in a crowded ocean
Speaker 1: so and on a cruise ship deck like in those clamshells. Yeah,
Speaker 1: like where people were passing by. And as matter of fact,
Speaker 1: there was a cruise ship across from us, so anybody
Speaker 1: could have seen. I mean we had I had towels
Speaker 1: over me and stuff, but it was it was a
Speaker 1: little obvious to what was going on. Like a normal
Speaker 1: house party you got caught, not a swinger house party. Oops. Yeah,
Speaker 1: those I sometimes think those vanilla parties are hotter than
Speaker 1: the ones that are swingers. I like when I go
Speaker 1: to vanilla house parties. I love sitting back and watching
Speaker 1: because you can always tell. You can always tell that
Speaker 1: someone's naughtier than what they say are, so it's it's
Speaker 1: kind of interesting to kinda watch the dynamic. I like
Speaker 1: the innu windows that go on. I think that's really hot. Yeah,
Speaker 1: me too. It doesn't take much to pick up on people.
Speaker 1: I'm not turned on by the loud and obnoxious like
Speaker 1: I'm gonna I really want to fuck that, and I'm like, really,
Speaker 1: that's nice. But I'm also oblivious when someone hits on me.
Speaker 1: So there's that too. It's a ye gang thing I've
Speaker 1: got going on me too, I am. I'm much better
Speaker 1: with a woman. I think it's because we're we could
Speaker 1: have a conversation, but then we turned naturally sensual, so
Speaker 1: we know the shift where like you know, someone could
Speaker 1: well like I was. I was told about like when
Speaker 1: I went to my first club in Kentucky and I
Speaker 1: was there for a public event for myself and some
Speaker 1: other people, and the co owner of this club said, hey,
Speaker 1: you know, how about I show you the private room,
Speaker 1: and I thought, okay, well I was there watching the
Speaker 1: table because they had stuff and all went to one
Speaker 1: went to smoke, one went to film, and it was
Speaker 1: all crazy mess. And so later I was like, okay,
Speaker 1: I would love to see the private room. And I thought, wow,
Speaker 1: I'm really special because he wasn't taking the porn star
Speaker 1: in there, and he wasn't taking these other two chicks
Speaker 1: in there, and didn't show the magazine owner or this
Speaker 1: other guy that was he owned his own company. I
Speaker 1: thought wow. And so we go into this room and
Speaker 1: he was like, this is ours and the owner the
Speaker 1: other co owner's room, private room, and here I am
Speaker 1: showing around and I came out and they were like, really,
Speaker 1: he took you to a private room. He was hitting
Speaker 1: on you, so see I'm that oblivious, like completely, but
Speaker 1: he didn't make a move like we were just talking.
Speaker 1: It was there was no so I don't know, I've
Speaker 1: never been back. Oh yeah, I would have thought he
Speaker 1: was joking too and probably laughed straight to fast for sex. Yeah.
Speaker 1: I totally been. I'm like, oh ha ha, I tried.
Speaker 1: I try. Dear Nikki. I was a client's office for
Speaker 1: an important in person meeting, big corporate setup, glass walls,
Speaker 1: conference rooms, professional vibe all around. I'm in chatting with
Speaker 1: some of my online boys all morning, teasing back and forth,
Speaker 1: trading filthy messages, getting them all worked up while I
Speaker 1: pretend to take notes. By the time we broke for
Speaker 1: a quick break, I was soaked, My panties were drenched,
Speaker 1: my clit was throbbing, and I couldn't focus on a
Speaker 1: single word. Anyone was saying I needed to come right then,
Speaker 1: no waiting. I excused myself to walk down the hall
Speaker 1: like everything was normal, and slipped into the lady's room.
Speaker 1: It was one of those fancy corporate bathrooms, multiple stalls,
Speaker 1: marble counters, soft lighting, but it still right in the
Speaker 1: middle of their floor. People come and go constantly. I
Speaker 1: locked myself in the furthest stall, liked up my skirt,
Speaker 1: shoved my panties to the side, and started rubbing my
Speaker 1: clit ferociously. Two fingers slid right into my dripping pussy,
Speaker 1: pumping fast while my thumb circled my swollen clit. I
Speaker 1: was biting my lips so hard to stay quiet, but
Speaker 1: the wet sounds were obscene, sloppy, urgent, echoing off the tiles,
Speaker 1: even though I tried to muffle them. Women kept coming in.
Speaker 1: I heard heels clicking, doors opening and closing, water running
Speaker 1: at the sink's casual chit chat became between colleagues, Hey,
Speaker 1: how's the project going? Uugh, killer deadline, normal office talk
Speaker 1: while I'm in the stall, finger fucking myself like a
Speaker 1: desperate slop, legs shaking, trying not to gasp every time
Speaker 1: the door swung open. By hot, my heart slam against
Speaker 1: my ribs. If anyone had peeked under the saw, or
Speaker 1: if I'd let out one real moan, it would have
Speaker 1: been over. Not just embarrassing, career ending. These were clients,
Speaker 1: My business reputation, my livelihood, my professional credibility, all hung
Speaker 1: by the thread of me not getting caught mid orgasm
Speaker 1: in their bathroom. But that danger only made it hot.
Speaker 1: The risk of being discovered. Someone recognized my shoes, hearing
Speaker 1: the slick rhythm, fingers smelling how turned on I was
Speaker 1: pushed me over the edge fast. I came so hard
Speaker 1: to clamp my hand over my mouth, my whole body convulsed,
Speaker 1: pussy clenching around my fingers, juices dripping down my thighs.
Speaker 1: I wrote out the aftershocks as quietly as I could
Speaker 1: while other women fixed her lipstick at the mirror right
Speaker 1: outside my stall. Then I cleaned up as fast as
Speaker 1: I could, straightened my skirt, washed my hands like nothing happened,
Speaker 1: and walked back into the meeting room with a straight face, smiled, nodded,
Speaker 1: and contributed like the composed professional I'm supposed to feel
Speaker 1: while my pussy was still pulsing and my panties were
Speaker 1: soaked through. I've never felt that kind of razor edge
Speaker 1: risk in a professional setting before the stakes were real,
Speaker 1: and if I'd been caught, word would have spread, deals
Speaker 1: could have fallen through, so my name in that industry tainted.
Speaker 1: And yet part of me wonders what would have happened
Speaker 1: if someone had heard me and confronted me, or worse,
Speaker 1: joined in a question for your listeners, Nikki getting off
Speaker 1: in such a high stakes, professional environment. Would they Is
Speaker 1: this the kind of risky come that stays a one
Speaker 1: time thrill? Or does knowing how close I came to
Speaker 1: disaster just make me want to push it even further
Speaker 1: next time I'm in a client's office. Thanks for letting
Speaker 1: me air this filthy secret. A very naughty consultant who
Speaker 1: almost lost everything for an orgasm. You know, I was
Speaker 1: reading this and I, first of all, I don't understand
Speaker 1: anybody masturbating in a bathroom. I just I don't get it.
Speaker 1: I mean, I've never done it. It just I don't know.
Speaker 1: So that's my logically ad answer. Do I find it hot?
Speaker 1: But I'm telling you, I'm telling you, if this is me, Cassie,
Speaker 1: I would have entered the wrong bathroom and I probably
Speaker 1: wouldn't have is worked up as she was. I wouldn't
Speaker 1: have seen the men little trough thingies, and I would
Speaker 1: have entered the first And I'm telling you this because
Speaker 1: I I've entered the wrong bathroom so many times it's
Speaker 1: not even funny. And I would have gotten off there
Speaker 1: in the men's bathroom. That's would have been my story
Speaker 1: kind of a bit hotter if it was in the
Speaker 1: men's bathroom. Now you think about it, and I guess
Speaker 1: on the layer of that question is if you did
Speaker 1: enter the wrong bathroom, either men or women's, would you
Speaker 1: want them to join in? I guess when I'm going
Speaker 1: to the bathroom. You know, it's never and I've never
Speaker 1: gotten so horny at work where I've had to leave myself,
Speaker 1: you know, where I thought, oh, hey, let's go masturbate.
Speaker 1: I mean I can now. I mean I work for myself,
Speaker 1: so it's easier when I'm recording or doing whatever to
Speaker 1: stop my day going to my bedroom and knock one out.
Speaker 1: I've done it many times. But you know, when you
Speaker 1: work for company, can't really do that. Yeah uh, but
Speaker 1: then it goes Would you risk your job for it? Definitely?
Speaker 1: Haven't watch you, But then I guess logic land would
Speaker 1: be all over this for me, I would think of
Speaker 1: their risk as too much. Yeah, this is this is
Speaker 1: a great in fantasy land while you're masturbaining at home,
Speaker 1: but definitely a no in real life for me. This
Speaker 1: would my toothpaste would stay in the tube here. Yeah,
Speaker 1: I could see a bar, but I think it's the
Speaker 1: whole bathroom thing for me. Yeah, I yeah, yeah, I
Speaker 1: don't care who you are, yeah, even your own. It's
Speaker 1: like no, there's reasons why you no. If it has
Speaker 1: to have an air freshener in there, then it's a
Speaker 1: no go. Yeah. Or a coat closet, you know, be
Speaker 1: at a party and being a coat closet or a
Speaker 1: bedroom like you said, and get caught that. That's completely different.
Speaker 1: But would you do it at a company party at
Speaker 1: someone's home. Yeah, so it's the business in the bathroom
Speaker 1: thing that were definitely saying though too. Yeah, I agree.
Speaker 1: You don't fuck where you eat, Dear Nikki, every single
Speaker 1: friends with Benefits arrangement I've ever had has ended the
Speaker 1: same way. Eventually, we ditched the condoms completely and he
Speaker 1: fucks me raw and comes deep inside me. No discussion,
Speaker 1: no big build up, just that inevitable moment where the
Speaker 1: lust overrides everything else and suddenly he's buried, balls deep,
Speaker 1: skin on skin, pumping me full. I've lost count of
Speaker 1: how many guys have flooded my pussy with their come
Speaker 1: after swearing they'd always wrap it up. Even a one
Speaker 1: night stand from Tinder went there. We met for drinks,
Speaker 1: barely knew each other's last names, and within an hour
Speaker 1: he went straight up telling me he hates condoms, hates
Speaker 1: the feel, hates the interruption, just wants to feel everything.
Speaker 1: I didn't argue, I didn't even ten to hesitate. We
Speaker 1: barely made it back to his place before my legs
Speaker 1: were spread and he was sliding bare, no rubbers, no questions.
Speaker 1: They fucked me hard, deep and came inside me like
Speaker 1: it was the most natural thing in the world. I
Speaker 1: felt every pulse, every hot spurt filling me up. I
Speaker 1: came so hard clinching around him that my toes curled.
Speaker 1: We knew each other for less than sixty minutes, and
Speaker 1: he still left me tripping with his load. I've always
Speaker 1: been on reliable birth control, so pregnancy has never been
Speaker 1: a worry. That safety net lets me chase the rush
Speaker 1: without real fear. And most guys who grow raw one
Speaker 1: neat one night, they don't even ask. They just test
Speaker 1: the waters, maybe go a slow grind without pulling out,
Speaker 1: maybe whispered. You feel so fucking good like this, And
Speaker 1: when I moan and push back instead of stopping them,
Speaker 1: that's the green light in my experiment. If a guy's
Speaker 1: bold enough to suggest bear back early, he's usually already
Speaker 1: doing it with others too, And fuck, that thought turns
Speaker 1: me on more than it should. Knowing his cock has
Speaker 1: been raw in other women, other pussies, other loads mixing
Speaker 1: with mine. It's so reckless, so filthy, so primal. It
Speaker 1: makes me feel like the ultimate slut in the best way.
Speaker 1: Those nights are my absolute favorites. When the chemistry is electric,
Speaker 1: the attraction isn't instant, and we both let lust take
Speaker 1: over completely, no barriers, no hesitation, just hard, slick, skinned
Speaker 1: to skin fucking until he unloads everything he's got inside me.
Speaker 1: I love the way a bear cock feels sliding into
Speaker 1: my hut, wet, cunt, thicker, hotter, more urgent. I love
Speaker 1: the slick mess when he pulls out of his cum
Speaker 1: and starts leaking back out of me. I love life
Speaker 1: lying there afterwards, legs still trembling, feeling it dripped down
Speaker 1: my thighs, and knowing I'd let him claim me like that.
Speaker 1: God bless all of us sluts who crave it raw,
Speaker 1: who love the risk, the intimacy, the sheer dirtiness of
Speaker 1: letting a man come where he shouldn't. I'm addicted to
Speaker 1: feeling it, the danger, the way he makes it thrust
Speaker 1: deeper and every orgasm stronger. Nikki, have your listeners confessed
Speaker 1: to the same weakness? Do any of them get off
Speaker 1: knowing their bareback partners are probably doing the same to
Speaker 1: someone else that same week? Or my extra to preyed
Speaker 1: for loving how bad it feels to feel so good.
Speaker 1: Thanks for letting me spill this on the show, Your
Speaker 1: favorite cream. Bye. Slut. Hello, favorite cream by slut. I
Speaker 1: don't know if I have a favorite clean bislot, but
Speaker 1: I guess tonight you'll be bine. I actually had a
Speaker 1: guy that loved living, not mine, but he was a caller.
Speaker 1: I think I've told this story where he loved he
Speaker 1: would hire sugar, he would have sugar babies, and the
Speaker 1: one fantasy loved to live out was having them. You know,
Speaker 1: I promise I won't I promise I won't go bear.
Speaker 1: Let me just see it, and they would. She would
Speaker 1: slowly move her pennies over and he's like, oh, just
Speaker 1: let me put the put it right there on top,
Speaker 1: and basically, you know, corhearsing her into going in full raw. So, yes,
Speaker 1: you're not You're on the opposite team, but in the
Speaker 1: same boat, if that makes sense. Dear Nikki, I recently
Speaker 1: talked about almost getting caught edging by my girlfriend, how
Speaker 1: she walked in right as I exploded that near miss
Speaker 1: flip was switching me. Now I've got this full on
Speaker 1: wrist kink. I can't shake a quick backstory. I'm a
Speaker 1: closet cross dresser. I dress up at home when I'm
Speaker 1: alone or with my girlfriends in the mood and wants
Speaker 1: to play. She loves it, spoils me with little gifts,
Speaker 1: gets me all dolled up. But I've never taken it
Speaker 1: outside the house, never even close to public. Yesterday she
Speaker 1: came home with a new present, a pair of silky
Speaker 1: panties and a pretty lacey top. She has to go
Speaker 1: into her office a few days a week, but I
Speaker 1: work from home. Before she left, she dare me wear
Speaker 1: it under my work clothes all day and report back
Speaker 1: on how it felt. Shwinked, kissed me, and headed out
Speaker 1: at eight a m. I stripped down right after she left,
Speaker 1: slipped into those panties so soft against my skin, and
Speaker 1: pulled the lace top on, then threw my usual button
Speaker 1: up shirt and shorts for the office look. She was gone,
Speaker 1: the house quiet, and I was already half hard from
Speaker 1: feeling the lace brush by nipples. Soon meeting at nine
Speaker 1: mandatory video on boss's rule. Sixteen guys, six women, full
Speaker 1: team check in. I set my work laptop in front
Speaker 1: of my personal PC so I could monitor both screens.
Speaker 1: Meeting starts and I'm there in nothing but pandies and
Speaker 1: a lace top under my half unbuttoned shirt. Camera shows
Speaker 1: me from the chest up, looking normal, except I'm raw, hard,
Speaker 1: leaking already. On my second screen, I got a photo
Speaker 1: scroller running tons of you pervs posting cross dressers and
Speaker 1: sissy captions, pretty lingerie shots, captions about being caught or exposed.
Speaker 1: As people drone through their weekly updates, I'm gently rubbing
Speaker 1: the head of my cock through my panties, edging slow,
Speaker 1: stopping right before the point of no return. Over and over.
Speaker 1: The meaning drags two and a half hours of everyone presenting,
Speaker 1: and I'm a mess, wet spots, spreading in my panties, hips,
Speaker 1: squirming in the chair, trying to stay still enough that
Speaker 1: the camera doesn't catch anything obvious. I zone out during
Speaker 1: my part. Thank god it was short, but we all
Speaker 1: have to say until the boss wraps up, some hard
Speaker 1: corese sissy starts scrolling, good girls sleek for their superiors,
Speaker 1: caught and lace at work, and I think, fuck it.
Speaker 1: I let myself come on the call. I edged closer,
Speaker 1: breathing shallow, fighting not to make faces, right on the brink,
Speaker 1: and someone pings me with a direct question. Heart stops,
Speaker 1: I cough like crazy, play it off as a tickle
Speaker 1: of my throat. Answers best as I can while my
Speaker 1: dick throbs angrily, edge fading. I freeze for a few minutes,
Speaker 1: barely moving, terrified one twitch will tip me over too soon.
Speaker 1: Eventually the meeting wind's down, just the boss running through
Speaker 1: metrics now low stags. I slouch back a little, get
Speaker 1: bolder with my hand under the desk. Then I notice
Speaker 1: in the video grid the light's heading just right, and
Speaker 1: you can clearly see the lace pattern on my top
Speaker 1: showing through my button up not subtle the whole damn call?
Speaker 1: Did anyone notice? Were they staring? Whispering inside Jack? My
Speaker 1: brain short circuits with panic and horniness. A new woman
Speaker 1: pops up on my screen, low cut, blouse, killer, cleavage,
Speaker 1: admin team intro. I've never met her. She's talking, smiling,
Speaker 1: tit's balancing slightly as she waves a low and that's it.
Speaker 1: I'm done. I commit. I grab my cock through my
Speaker 1: soak panties, stroke fast and firm, and blow a massive
Speaker 1: load come oozes out the leg hole, a warm, sticky
Speaker 1: down my thigh. People are staring, starting to say goodbyes,
Speaker 1: have a great week, talk Tuesday, and I'm sitting there, pulsing, leaking,
Speaker 1: trying not to shut her visibly as a last camera
Speaker 1: turns off, I scoop a big finger full of coumb
Speaker 1: off my leg and lick it clean right there at
Speaker 1: my desk, still hard as fuck, riding this the next
Speaker 1: team's meetings Tuesday's a shorter one, Thank God. Maybe I'll
Speaker 1: try again, push it further more, lace less, shirt un buttoned,
Speaker 1: and see if I can edge longer, come quieter. I
Speaker 1: love my panties. I love the risk. I loved knowing
Speaker 1: I was this close to being exposed as a lace
Speaker 1: wearing come eating perve. I really am, and I want more. Nikki,
Speaker 1: have any of your callers or listers taking cross dressing
Speaker 1: this far into professional territory? Edging through her work call
Speaker 1: in his secret lingerie, getting off while wondering if the
Speaker 1: whole team saw her give away lace. Tell me I'm
Speaker 1: not the only one addicted to this kind of danger.
Speaker 1: Thanks for reading my filthy work at home confession your
Speaker 1: secret lace boy. Yeah, more in calls than anybody who's
Speaker 1: written in. We have had somebody's write in about it.
Speaker 1: If you're out there, hello, I always remember the gym
Speaker 1: fantasy with this one, and I think it's been a
Speaker 1: hot minute, maybe over a year. You'll have to go
Speaker 1: back and look, but definitely he crossed when it comes
Speaker 1: to work for sure if you had a chance said,
Speaker 1: not necessarily being a cross dresser or anything like that,
Speaker 1: just the dynamic of playing while on zoo have you
Speaker 1: when it's a non sexual environment. No, have Nott never
Speaker 1: been desired to, but it would be interesting to see
Speaker 1: if anybody else has. Dear Nikki, I love fucking publicly,
Speaker 1: but I'm always past the beginning thrill of maybe we'll
Speaker 1: get caught. That phase is fun for newbies, but for
Speaker 1: me it's not about the risk anymore. It's about being
Speaker 1: watched deliberately openly. I want eyes on us. I don't
Speaker 1: want to share her, though not even close. I want
Speaker 1: to own her body completely, moans every inch, and have
Speaker 1: it witnessed by strangers who can look but never touch.
Speaker 1: There's this sharp, delicious jealousy that hits when I seek
Speaker 1: eyes or girls staring, wanting her so badly, practically drooling,
Speaker 1: but knowing she's mine and they'll never get near her.
Speaker 1: That power rush claiming her in front of them while
Speaker 1: they're helpless to do anything but watch is intoxicating. I
Speaker 1: dress her slutty on purpose when we go out short
Speaker 1: skirts that ride up, tops that show cleavage or hard nipples,
Speaker 1: no bra sometimes no panties, so the wind or wrong
Speaker 1: step flashes what's only for me? She loves it too,
Speaker 1: knowing she looks like a walking wet dream, and every
Speaker 1: eye is on her, but her pussy, her mouth, her
Speaker 1: ass belong to me alone. We've done the classics. Fucked
Speaker 1: in the car and broad daylight in a packed parking lot,
Speaker 1: windows down, her riding me while people walk by, carts
Speaker 1: full of groceries, had her suck my cock while I
Speaker 1: drive through the downtown traffic, stop lights, red pedestrians clancing
Speaker 1: in quick, hard sessions in bars or club toilet stores unlocked,
Speaker 1: her bent over the sink, skirt height, me pounding her
Speaker 1: while the base thumped outside and people waited to piss.
Speaker 1: Fucked in, parked at dusk, her back against a tree,
Speaker 1: legs wrapped around me while joggers slowed down the stair.
Speaker 1: But the one we come back to, over and over,
Speaker 1: the one that feels like most ownership is the hotel
Speaker 1: windows overlooking the busy street lights, full on blast, curtains
Speaker 1: wide open, we book high floors with big glass walls
Speaker 1: facing the city. She stripped slow, teasing me, knowing people
Speaker 1: below or in the opposite buildings can see every curve.
Speaker 1: I bend her over the sill, tits pressed to the glass,
Speaker 1: and fuck her deep and steady. Why cars crawl below
Speaker 1: and lights flicker in other rooms. Sometimes we stand there,
Speaker 1: her face against the window, my hand in her hair,
Speaker 1: cockburryed to the hilt, making sure the angle's perfect for
Speaker 1: anyone looking up. We've had people stop on the sidewalk
Speaker 1: and point phones out, recording. We've seen silhouettes and windows
Speaker 1: across the street watching right back. I don't rush it.
Speaker 1: I make it last, slow strokes turning into hard thrust,
Speaker 1: her moaning loud enough to carry the knowledge that dozens,
Speaker 1: maybe hundreds of strangers are getting a free show of
Speaker 1: me claiming what's mine. Fuck it makes me come harder
Speaker 1: than anything else. I'm not a cock. I don't get
Speaker 1: off on her wanting other men. I get up on
Speaker 1: them wanting her and knowing that they can't have her,
Speaker 1: on making her mind in the most public, undeniable way possible,
Speaker 1: on the jealousy in their eyes while I fill her up,
Speaker 1: and she screams my name for the whole street to hear.
Speaker 1: Nikki do you or any of your listeners live for
Speaker 1: this exact dynamic, the exhibitionism without the sharing, the possess
Speaker 1: of the almost cruel thrill of being launched while you
Speaker 1: deny everyone else. Or am I in a rare territory here?
Speaker 1: I'd love to hear if others chase that same mix
Speaker 1: of ownership and public display. Thanks for letting me lay
Speaker 1: it all out. We're all on the show. The guy
Speaker 1: who fucks with the lights on? Hello, the guy who
Speaker 1: fucks with the lights on? How are you? I'm scared
Speaker 1: Death of Heights. If you listened back last summer, you
Speaker 1: know that it was tried and yeah, no, not gonna happen.
Speaker 1: I I have vertigo super bad. And as I was,
Speaker 1: we didn't even really get started. I think he played
Speaker 1: with me a little bit and that's about it, and
Speaker 1: all I could see was the building crashing into the
Speaker 1: street below in Vegas, and I was like, nope, nope,
Speaker 1: tapping out, We're done. I think we flipped around and
Speaker 1: like a little bit and I grabbed a hold of
Speaker 1: the this thing and fucked there or even that tried
Speaker 1: and I glanced over and it was done. So I've
Speaker 1: had some listeners suggest blindfolds and stuff like that that
Speaker 1: I probably could do. I think, I think, as long
Speaker 1: as I maybe wasn't touching the cold glass, because I
Speaker 1: think that might still freak me out, but I'd be
Speaker 1: willing to try it. And no, you're not the only one.
Speaker 1: We have gotten several, several several, I should say, over
Speaker 1: the years. Wow, years of people fucking in front of
Speaker 1: a window. You know. I think, way back when, way
Speaker 1: way way back, there was a one where a woman
Speaker 1: did a nightly show and it was she did it
Speaker 1: in front of her glass door, and I did she
Speaker 1: Venmo tickets. I don't remember. I don't remember the all
Speaker 1: of it. I do remember, though, that she couldn't see out,
Speaker 1: but they could see in, and she set chairs out
Speaker 1: in her little backyard. It was like a tiny backyard
Speaker 1: if I remember right. If anybody remembers that story one
Speaker 1: hundred percent, let me know, I might have to go
Speaker 1: look it up because I just slit it in here
Speaker 1: because it was really hot. So no, you're definitely not
Speaker 1: alone here. These eight anonymous confessions reveal a shared psychological
Speaker 1: thread among otherwise ordinary people, communers, parents, professionals, and partners
Speaker 1: who have developed intense sexual arousal tied to a direct
Speaker 1: risk and the threat of exposure. The core turn on
Speaker 1: isn't just nudity or sex in public. It's the adrenaline
Speaker 1: spike from dancing on the edge of real consequences, career ruin,
Speaker 1: social humiliation, legal trouble, family discovery, or non consensual observation.
Speaker 1: They range from subtle, deniable thrill seeking no panies in public,
Speaker 1: hidden lingerie on zoom to overt acts like public oral sex,
Speaker 1: open hotel window fucking. Yet most avoid deliberate, non consensual flashing,
Speaker 1: preferring scenarios where discovery feels plausible, accidental, or ambiguous. A
Speaker 1: reoccurring mix of compulsion, guilt, and self awareness runs through
Speaker 1: nearly every story, intense excitement paired with fear of escalation
Speaker 1: and a quiet hope they're not alone. Ultimately, these accounts
Speaker 1: show how danger itself can become most useful aphrodisiac, transforming
Speaker 1: every day environments into erotic mine fields where the possibility
Speaker 1: getting caught dramatically amplifies pleasure, even as the narrators wrestle
Speaker 1: with how sustainable or safe that high really is. And
Speaker 1: we can't end the show without that answer to that riddle, right,
Speaker 1: So here's your answer to the riddle. I'll remind you
Speaker 1: of what it was. I start off small and cute,
Speaker 1: but the more you play with me, the bigger and
Speaker 1: harder I get. When I'm finally at my biggest, I
Speaker 1: explode all over your place, and you usually swallow most
Speaker 1: what comes out. Well, am I popcorn and a microwave?
Speaker 1: I actually liked this one a lot. All Right, my
Speaker 1: sweet filthy darlings, before we slipped into the dark to night,
Speaker 1: I have one last little gift to tuck you in
Speaker 1: with something just from me straight to you. Hey, yeah,
Speaker 1: you the one listening right now, headphones in, maybe alone
Speaker 1: in the dark, maybe pretending to scroll on your phone
Speaker 1: while your heart's already picking up. I know you're here
Speaker 1: for this. I can almost feel your breath catching as
Speaker 1: I start talking. I want you to picture me right now, No,
Speaker 1: not some fantasy version of me, real, skin warm, already
Speaker 1: thumbing between my thighs. I'm on a crowded evening bus,
Speaker 1: rush hour, bodies packs so tight I can't move my
Speaker 1: arms without brushing someone. The air spells like sweat, perfume
Speaker 1: and diesel. My skirt is long enough to look innocent,
Speaker 1: but there's this wide slit up one side, and underneath nothing,
Speaker 1: not a scrap of lace, not a whisper of cotton,
Speaker 1: just me. Beare already slick from thinking about what might happen.
Speaker 1: The bus lurches and I sway back, right into a
Speaker 1: hard chest, a man tall. I don't know his face.
Speaker 1: I can't turn enough to see, but I feel his hand.
Speaker 1: It lands on my ass like it belongs there, firm, deliberate,
Speaker 1: no apology, just possession. USh A tens ush's away. Instead.
Speaker 1: My breath hitches and my nibbles pebble hard against that
Speaker 1: thin fabric. No broad tonight, of course, not. Why would
Speaker 1: I when I knew the crowd would be this sick.
Speaker 1: His fingers spread slow drag of the curve of my cheek,
Speaker 1: and then squeeze hard enough that I feel it in
Speaker 1: my clit buck My thighs clinched instinctively, but that only
Speaker 1: presses my pussy lips together, slippy and swollen. I'm getting
Speaker 1: wetter by the second. I'm so wet, I'm scared it'll
Speaker 1: drip down my leg if he keeps this up. And
Speaker 1: he does, the hand slides lower, tracing the hem of
Speaker 1: my skirt where the slit opens. One finger tap slips
Speaker 1: under desparely brushing bare skin. My whole body jolts. He
Speaker 1: feels it. I know he does, because he presses closer,
Speaker 1: his hips, pinning me so I can feel how hard
Speaker 1: he is against my lower back. You're imagining it now,
Speaker 1: aren't you. How my breath would stutter if you were
Speaker 1: the bondon behind me, How it arched just enough, just
Speaker 1: to let your fingers find the heat between my legs.
Speaker 1: No panties to stop you, just what fools parting for
Speaker 1: you like they're begging. The bus stops, people shovel for
Speaker 1: a heartbeat. I think he'll pull away. Instead, he uses
Speaker 1: the movement to slide his hand fully under the slit,
Speaker 1: clupping me. Two thick fingers glide along my slit, coating
Speaker 1: themselves in me. I bite my lips so hard I
Speaker 1: taste copper. A tiny whimber escapes anyway. He circles my
Speaker 1: clip once, slow, cruel, and I nearly buckle my knee shake.
Speaker 1: My pussy flutters around, nothing, aching to be filled. I
Speaker 1: want to grind back against him. I want to beg
Speaker 1: with my body since I can't use words, but I don't.
Speaker 1: I just let him because this is what I crave.
Speaker 1: Not the safety of my bedroom, not locked doors and
Speaker 1: drawn curtains. I want the danger, the knowledge that any
Speaker 1: second a woman in front of me could turn, that
Speaker 1: teenager across the aisle, could glance down at the wrong moment,
Speaker 1: and the driver could check his mirror and see my
Speaker 1: flushed face, my parted lips. I want you to know that,
Speaker 1: right now, while you're listening, my hands between my legs,
Speaker 1: just like kis was slow circles of my clip. Well,
Speaker 1: I tell you this. My thighs are trimbling, my breath
Speaker 1: is slowing. I'm so close and we've barely start. Imagine
Speaker 1: if it was your hand instead. Imagine pressing me against
Speaker 1: the pole, lifting my skirt just enough in the crush
Speaker 1: of bodies, sliding two fingers inside while everyone around us
Speaker 1: pretends not to notice. You'd feel how tight I am
Speaker 1: I clinched. The second you push in, You'd feel me
Speaker 1: rocking tiny, helpless movements, trying to fuck myself on your
Speaker 1: hand without anyone seeing. And when the bus hits that
Speaker 1: long stretch of road with no stops, you'd add a
Speaker 1: third finger. Stretch me, make me soak your palm, make
Speaker 1: me fight not to mown your name. I'm rubbing faster now,
Speaker 1: can you hear it? The sop wet sounds. That's what
Speaker 1: he did to me. That's what I did when I
Speaker 1: got home. Three fingers, slamming in thumb, grinding my clip,
Speaker 1: combing so hard I soaked the sheets. From me, I
Speaker 1: bring his grip. But here's a secret I want you
Speaker 1: to keep. I ride the same root every day, the
Speaker 1: same time, same skirt, and every time I step on,
Speaker 1: my heart pounds, hoping it'll be you by me this time,
Speaker 1: hoping you won't hesitate, Hoping you'll take what's already yours
Speaker 1: in front of everyone and make me come with the
Speaker 1: whole world watching. So tell me, baby, are you hard
Speaker 1: right now? Are you stroking yourself while you listen to me?
Speaker 1: Confess good? Keep going, keep badging for me right to
Speaker 1: the brink. And when you're there, when you're shaking, leaking, desperate,
Speaker 1: picture my voice in your ear, come from me right
Speaker 1: here on this crowded bus. Everyone can hear how much
Speaker 1: of a slut I am for you. Let go, I'm
Speaker 1: right there with you. See you on the next ride.