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makes her come so hard that she is to bite
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her senseless in a London flat, then eating her out
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have a question that came in the other day and
I wanna let's go ahead and jump right into it.
Dear Nikki, my husband thirty four and I thirty two,
have been married eight years and our sex life is
good but predictable. A few months ago, We listened to
your one of your episodes together in bed, and it
made us both so horny we had deposit twice to fuck.
Ever since, I can't stop thinking about letting him take
me somewhere semi public way, topless, sunbathing, him touching me,
knowing someone could walk by any second. I get dripping
wet just typing this. The problem is I'm normally the shy,
good girl partner. I never even gone topless on an
European beach. My husband would be one hundred percent into it,
he basically begged after one of your episodes. But I'm
terrified I'll chick it out, or worse that someone we
know will see us. Am I a terrible wife for
wanting to be that exposed? How do I get over
the panic so I can actually let him make me
come on a beach in park or wherever without spending
the whole time paranoid. Help. Suddenly not so Vanilla in Virginia? Well, hello,
suddenly not Vanilla. We're all not Vanilla. I hate to
tell you that. I mean, I don't, okay, I don't
hate to tell you that, actually we are we are
all not so vanilla. Really, there's always something in our
lives that makes us. What we all think is what
everybody else is on doing is not. You know, there's
always something of us that makes us a little spicier
than a couple that you know or somebody else. No,
you're not a wife, a bad wife, or a horrible
wife or terrible ife. Get that out of your head,
because if you were, you wouldn't be reaching out for
advice you know some and even then it doesn't mean
you're a terrible wife. A terrible wife does anything that
is a non negotiable, you know, in your relationship rules,
whatever they are, you know, whatever your bounds are, you
are actually reaching out to see how you can maybe
please them, or it's a way where it's comfortable. I'm
actually a shy person myself. Those that have met me,
I am. I'm very private about my private life. If
you've listened to me long enough, I do hint at
a lot of things. But there are things that I
do keep public or private not public, private about my
my love life, my relationship life, my sex life. And
I do that because that is our agreement. It's not
that I don't want to talk about it, but it's
just our agreements. So that's a hint. The hents and
in you windows are perfectly okay according to them, So
you're not terrible that we got out over with the panic.
I think you would if you would just let go
and let him slowly take control, because he's not going
to be like you know, just depand you right there
in front of a public square and start fingerbanging you
maybe down the line eventually. But again, if you trust
your partner your husband to take you in a way
that's a non exposure. And if those people that you
may know or run into, they're there for the same
reason either way. But I find that a good partner
can and actually make your background melt away. And speaking
for someone that on a cruise ship outside in many
different places, gee, I'm blushing. You know the background did
melt away. It absolutely did. So if I can do
something that would have gotten me banned on a cruise ship,
you can too. I'm just saying so, I would love
to hear what comes up next for you guys. I
really would. It's reddle time. I'm rock hard. When I
go in, I get longer and thicker the more you
stroke me up and down. You always finish by shoving
me deep into something hot, dark and moist, and when
I finally burst, I leave sticky white cream dripping everywhere.
When am I stick around to the end of the
episode to find out your answer? You know a time
it is. It's time to sit back, real lux Let's
have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course, and
explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you and me,
Dear Nikki. A couple of years back, my wife and
I went on a work trip to a popular island
resort in the Mediterranean. The people from work that planted
it scheduled it in the first half of November as
it was the start of the slow season, so we
were able to stay at a very nice hotel for
cheap in comparison to peak season. We'd never been there before,
so we wanted to see as much of the island
as we could while we were there. My wife planned
our trip and had all kinds of things she wanted
to see, so we started traveling around the island from
the very beginning. There were about one hundred pe people
from work there, but it seemed like most of them
didn't do much exploring and we rarely saw anyone out
and about. We were staying on one side of the island.
In three different days we drove all the way to
the other side of the island to see the amazing beaches.
As it was off season, the beaches weren't very crowded,
and a couple of days we were there got it
all windy and a little chilly, and even rained one day. However,
most of the days the sun was out and it
didn't feel too chilly at all. The first full day
we were there was one of the days we drove
to the other side of the island. We parked. We
saw a few other cars in the lot, but not
very many. This beach was on the smaller side, but
the water was crystal clear. My wife opted not to
wear a swimsuit, but instead was wearing a honey and
sweatpants because she thought it was too cold. She almost
always cold, but brought a bikini in a bag just
in case. We walked from the one end to the
beach to the other the end of the beach and
only saw one other group. Walked back to the side
and started on as she was getting a little warm
in her hoodie when the sun out. She agreed that
She wanted to put on her bikini, but the bottoms
were closed. Since the beaches were so vacant and there
were no lifeguards, so she couldn't go in. She went
behind a building and tried to shield her as she changed.
Once in her bikini, she decided she wanted to try
out the water. She got in up just above her knees,
but it was too cold to go in any further.
I could see goose bumps all over her body. We
went back to where we entered the beach, and then
went a little further. There was a little secluded alcove
where we put our towels and we laid out. She
was looking so sexy over there, and it was so quiet.
I started rubbing my hands over her bare skin. The
goose bumps returned, and I could tell she was getting
turned on with the sun, the slight breeze, and my touches.
After a few minutes of gently running my fingers across
her skin, I started to rub over the top of
her bikini top and then her bikini bottoms. She had
her eyes closed and was just enjoying it. I slowly
started to move her bikini triangles to the side to
expose her tantalizing breasts. Her nipples instantly hardened from being
exposed to the sun and wind. I was laying on
my side, blocking her body from anyone that may come
from the same direction we had come from. I was
looking toward the other direction, but it was unlikely anyone
would come from that way, as there wasn't any great
access to the beach from down there. My wife isn't
an exhibitionist like I am, so I knew she would
need to feel like things were safe from prying eyes
to really relax and enjoy herself. I assured her we
were all all alone, and I untied one side of
her bikini bottoms and folded it over, exposing her trimmed
pussy to the elements as well. As she lay there,
exposed the sun and wind on her skin, I slowly
played with her enhanced tits and then slowly traced my
fingers down the center of her stomach to her juicy pussy.
I knew as soon as I got there, I wouldn't
have to work very hard to take her over the edge.
As I lightly began to finger her, she was lifting
her hips, trying to get me to put more pressure
on her clit, but I wasn't ready quite yet. I
brought my face down on the nipple closest to me
and began swirling it with my toes, alternating with some
gentle nibbles. She started to arch her back and tip
her head back as well. I increased my pressure with
my fingers on her clip and added some sucking with
my mouth on her tit. No more than thirty seconds later,
she was trying so hard to keep from moaning too
loudly as her entire body convulsed in extancy, with her
orgasms shaking her entire body. It was so hot and
I loved watching her, But that was nothing compared to
what happened four days later on our last day on
the island. That's a story for another day. Jay, Okay, Jay,
you better pay off. Remember there's no teasing without payoffs, right.
I mean, that's a set and set thing. I I
like that you put her. There's a way to do
exhibitionism and get off in public in a way, even
if you're surrounded by a bunch of people. But I
love that you took her away and kind of play
with her privately. But it's still open to where anybody
could walk in, but you're pretty nice. It sounds like
you're about ninety five percent sure nobody was so four
days later you said it got on hotter. I've really
got to know what happened in these four days. And
has your wife or does she know? I guess she
knows that you're you know, these risks turn you on?
You know? Is it a white lie to the game
or what are we thinking here? Or does she know?
I'm kind of hoping she knows, but is warming up
to the idea? And if not, this is a gentle
surprise that maybe you guys are getting into it. And
have you guys gone back to the island or any
public semi public places trying to that experience? Okay, who
else has or had or fantasized about that? Perfect we're alone?
I think outdoor orgasm. My tongue is all tied and
I still have a head cold. Me me, I'm definitely
one of these and I have so we all know
that I've kind of hitted about that before and earlier
in the show. And how many of you love being
the one doing the shielding versus the one being exposed? Ooh,
I have never you know, I you know, I'm honestly
never thought about being the one being exposed or the shielding.
I kind of like the one being, you know, very
submissive sexually, so I like being the possibility of me
being the one. Now that I think about it, I
don't think I want to be exposed anymore. I don't
know if I could do shielding either, so that would
take this completely off my bingo card, though I don't
want to do that. Dear Nikki. I've always dreamed of
backpacking through Europe, and at twenty I finally had the chance.
Something about the place just always called out to me.
The history that infiltrated everything was just so beautiful, and
I had a plan to make my very own history.
I hadn't been a virgin about two years by that point,
but my experience in bed was limited. With the body
count of one, and that being my ex boyfriend from
back on the West Coast, there was still a lot
I was curious about. My plan was simple, experience each country,
meet new people, and indulge in a little adventure, specifically
to fuck one stranger in every city I visited. London
was my first stop, and I was determined to make
it unforgettable. I arrived at one pm, and I I
was beat. The flight was the longest I'd ever been
in and went straight to the hostel, where I probably
tuck myself in bed, but not before I took note
of Lana, the hostile receptionist. She was about my age,
beautiful with short, dark hair and fair skin, the opposite
of me with classic American my long blonde hair and dan.
I knew I was bisexual, but I had never had
a chance to be with a girl before. Having fished
and chips one afternoon, it hit me this was the
perfect place to explore that side of me. I spent
my first few days getting adjusted to everything, trying new foods,
and exploring. I wasn't worried about fucking so soon, because
I knew I was coming back after I'd finished my circuit,
and I wasn't in a rush. On my third day,
when I was about to leave for Paris, my flight
was canceled and rescheduled for the next day. I was
in a tough spot. I'd already told the hostile people
that I wouldn't be there that night, and now they
didn't have any more free beds. I was virtually homeless
in London. I figured I could go to a bar
and chill, dare until they closed, and then head straight
to the airport. I found myself at a virant lesbian pub.
The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and clinking of glasses.
It was loud, but not too loud that I couldn't
hear myself think. I was riding in my journal when
a shadow cast over me. It was Lana. I immediately
felt the butterflies in my stomach fluttering about. I thought
you were leaving to day, she said, screaming over the music.
I was going to I replied, with my eyes glued
to hers. But my flight was canceled, and it turns
out the hostel's fully booked, so I came here to chill.
I'm basically homeless for the night. Her eyes widened, Poor thing,
Where are you going to sleep on the street? Now
they're coming home with me? I liked taking in stray
dogs anyway. She said that with a smark, so I
knew she was joking. I got to know her pretty
much that night. She was wild, more fun than I
ever could expected. We clicked instantly, sharing stories with our
friends over drinks, our laughter echoing over of the music
as the night wore on. The chemistry between us intensified.
Lona leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear
as she whispered something that made me giggle uncontrollably. It
wasn't long before we decided to leave the bar. Her
flat was just a short walk away. It was a
humble little studio, her bed sitting proudly undone in the
center of the room. She invited me to sit on
it and brought back red wine with two glasses. If
we were already tipsy before then, now we were full
of drunk. I'm convinced that this was the only reason
I was able to open my mouth and say, why
haven't you kissed me yet? She stared at me with
her mouth, ajar, I didn't know you. I mean, I
didn't want to assume. Just come here with that. She
leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft, her
tongue tasted like wine. She slowly leaned in more until
I was lying on my back and she was on
top of me, knee between my legs, tits against my tits. Unconsciously,
I began humping anger. Are you, she said against my lips.
Her right hand crept up from my ass to my stomach,
up my shirt and under my braw her cold fingers
lightly pinching my nipple and eliciting the a half strangled
moan out of me. You're so sensitive. We're going to
have so much fun together. Our clothes came off. Her
body was gorgeous, lean and lankie. She had a long
neck that connected to the most prominent collar bones I
have seen to this day. Her breast set under the framing,
not a huge button full, and she had not shaved.
The freeing of our skin touching was driving me insane,
and I could feel my wetness seeping into my thigh.
She could feel it too. She reached down and ran
her finger through my wet spot before lifting it back
up and placing it into her mouth. She led up
a soft moan before getting up off of me and
petting down. Lonna took her sweet time. She knew she
had me wrapped around her finger, and she wasn't going
to let a second go to waste. She kissed and
licked me everywhere but the place that mattered, until the
tongue finally found my swollen clit. She circled it, lapped
at it, and even sucked on it, which made me
cry out. She didn't want me to come yet, so
she stopped and decided to lick my nipples awhile instead.
When she thought I was all ready, she slowly pushed
two fingers inside me and curled them up. The pressure
on my g spot combined with her wet, warm tongue
on my clit meant I couldn't hold on for long.
Within minutes, she had me shaking and moaning, my hands
pulling her hair, and grinding my pussy on her face.
She started moaning too, and I looked down and saw
her playing with herself. I felt bad taking all the
pleasure and offering none back, so I suggested we tried
sixty nine, but she wasn't interested. Tonight's about you. It's
your first time with a lady, right. I want you
to masturbate to this moment for the rest of your life.
You could return the favor later. Now come on my mouth.
She diligently went back to work, fucking you with her
fingers and licking my sensitive clit for what felt like hours,
but in reality it was probably not more than ten minutes.
I cried out when I came, holding my boobs in
my hands and pitching my nipples. She kept laughing at me,
doing it softer every time to let me ride out
the soft wave. She'd been right. Years later, I still
think about her when I make myself come, and she
wasn't the last exciting experience on that trip. Kate, Hello, Kate,
how are you? I wish my first experience was like that,
but I like that. I I am very much like Lana.
I'm a giver in pleasure department. And when you have
two people like that, it can go no, I just
want to give you one no one no, no, no no.
It can be very confusing. But I yeah, this is
a very much a guess for me. Now. I don't
have a lover in every city. I'm not one of
those type of people. And that's exhausting just to think
about it. Kind of fun to think about, but very exhausting.
Could be the head cold, and I have medicine in me.
That's why I'm saying exhausted right now. Kate, how many
cities did you actually complete the one stranger per city challenge?
I really want to know. Did you ever go back
to find Lana on your return trip to London. I'm
thinking you would have mentioned that. I'm really hoping you'll
write in about the other experiences you had on that
trip and what was the wildest location or person after
Lana or is Lana like your gold standard? And I
want to say either just a woman or even both sexes.
So if you have as you know what I'm trying
to say, I think like, let's do it for just
women and then both man and women. Or you know,
if you did a hole minase twelve thing, good for you,
let's hear about that too. Have you ever had Saint
Zeff experiences and if so, what made yours unforgettable? And
who else has a sexy travel goal? Who actually crushed it?
I have to think on mine, yes, ish, yes, I
mean what a goal when onm I being go card
or anything. But so, I don't really know how to
answer this question. Really, I do travel a whole hell
of a lot. I'm gonna say I would say for
travel purposes and pleasure. It hasn't happened yet, That's what
I'm gonna lean into. Yeah, I think that's my final answer.
Dear Nikki. I'm a mid thirties married to a woman
cross stretcher in the Bible Belt. My wife has no clue.
I've been dressing privately on and off for about eight years.
I'm five eleven hundred and sixty pounds, lean and fit
from cycling and running. My legs looked killer in heels.
It started innocently with panties, then shaving completely smooth because
the mirror made me weak, stockings, carter belts, tiny skirts
that barely covered my ass. I was hooked for years.
I'd snapped photos and post them online. The floodal likes
and comments, you look better than most girls pushed me further.
About four years ago, I started full makeovers, make up, wigs,
sixy mini dresses, crop tops, four inch stiletto heels. My
body looked incredible, my make up skills not so much.
I found the one and only transgender makeover service within
driving distance and booked it for the weekend my wife
was out of town. I woke up early, shaved every inch,
and showed up, terrified i'd hate the result. The artless
was completely unfazed. Good girls, school girl, BDSM babe Today,
I stammered, sexy, classy, an our foundation, contour lashes and
long blonde ombre wig. Later, I looked in the mirror
and whispered, there's no way that's me. I slipped into
the little black dress, pattentsti little heels I'd brought, and
never smiled as heart in my life. I looked like
a legitimate hot woman out for the night of trouble.
The artist took photos, then asked, don't you want to
go somewhere dressed? I'd hate to take all this off.
I chickened out, but I drove home grinning like an idiot.
That day unlocked everything. I now have my own wardrobe,
wig collection, decent makeup skills, all hidden from my wife.
Maybe one day I'll be brave enough to step out
of Sarah in the public and tell you what happens.
Love dashing Sae Sarah? Well, hello, the dashing Sarah. How
are we? Oh? I do feel a little saddened that
you didn't. You went all that way to get the
make over and didn't I I wish you had. You know,
a good best friend. And when I say good best friend, guys,
ladies and gents, what I mean when I say best friend,
one that's gonna tell you that you look like a
drugged up poor. If you look like a drugged up
poor when you're trying to go like sleek and classy
and sexy. One that's gonna say green doesn't go with
your skin contour. I'm that person. So, Sarah, I really
hope you find a best friend that can just say it.
I I always say, you know I love you, but
so I don't know if it ever gives me. You know,
I'm asking forgiveness before. I don't know. Have you have you?
I mean, it's been a since you've written this. Have
you taken Sarah out in public yet? A bar, a club,
or even just a light night drive. Here's the thought.
You can test the waters. It wouldn't be completely public,
but it'd be public for you. Have you thought about
and even more in panties and bras and stuff underneath
your clothes might be a little too much, but maybe
just painting your toenails the faintest pink pink like I
had a caller once that he would get the lightest,
lightest pink and he would only do like one coat
that like, you'd have to see the light pink in
the right It's like you could still see the definition
of the nail and the everything underneath. So maybe start
that way, babystep it and you know, and do it
in a safe space, that aren't you know that Well,
with that, you could take it out anywhere. You could
take it out to dinner or whatever else. You can
even just you know, go get go, get a manicure
and just have them do a light, you know, coat
of just clear clearcoat. You can even do that at
home or buy it from Walmart and Target, and they
even have the the clear cooats sometimes are tinted, so
it does give a faint like I have one right here.
I think it's Elsie, It's I think it is. It's
it's pink, but it's it's not pink like you couldn't
tell when it's pink in the bottle, but on your fingernails,
it's it's nothing. It just looks like you've got a manicure.
It's you know, just clear. So you can even try that.
And what is the closest you've ever came to getting caught.
I've heard so many stories over the years of of
of men almost being caught. And you won't be the first,
you won't be the last. And you know, I really
do hope that you don't get caught. But when it's
I hope it's the best story of your you know,
reveal that happens for you and when you're fully dressed
and looking in the mirror, how does it feel being
compared to that to him? That's another one I have.
I have so many questions for people. It's not even
buddy ladies and drants, secret dressers and closet at Kingsters.
How do you balance the thrill of the fear? And
really that goes for any of us, right, any of us,
Like when we're ready to reveal something to our partner,
how do we get over the fear? Me, it's just
you know me, I just blurred it out, like I
want to thread some and I blurt it out and yes,
that's a true story. So I bottle it all up.
I do until I feel like I'm a tea kettle,
like a like an old fashioned stove top teakettle, and
I just have to explode and tell that's me. So
how do you balance that? How do we all balance that? Me,
I'm not very good at it. Either I decide to
live with it and or it just comes out of
me all in a big rush. And I know that's
probably not a good balance of healthy or whatever for
my partner. Partners of cross dressers. I know you're out there.
You always text me when you're listening. Would you be
turned on or shocked if you found a hidden wardrobe?
Or when you found the hidden wardrobe? How did you
embrace it? You know for your partner that I'm I'm
curious about as well, and it'll help that part of
our community. I think this is a perfect place to
stop for the day. I want to thank thank you
again for joining me. H it was may not I
gonna look candy cane. It was a candy cane. You're
breaking into your hot cocoa. That's the answer to your riddle.
By the way, last night, when I was going to bed,
I found out that I don't know if I've been
nominating for an AVN, which is huge in the porn industry,
even though I don't consider myself born. But I guess
I'm going to embrace it. So go vote. I think
you got a month to vote over on ab and
I'll put the link in my show notes so you
guys can do all that. And thank you again for
if you nominated me or if ABN nominating. I really, really,
really really do appreciate all this ending closing Hello, lover,
Why don't we have a confession set? I bet there's
something you want to try or watch me do. What
do you think I really want to know? And until
next time, ladies and gentlemen, have a fucking rest of
your wake