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So last week at the Dubai Open, a top female
player reached into her bag for her phone during your
critical round this is just by the way, and accidentally
yanked out a bright purple vibrator. It rolled across the
board in front of the grandmasters in a live streaming
camera before she snatched it back and probably died a
little inside. So tell me if you were her opponent
in that dead, silent hall and that toy came tumbling out,
would you if you one, stay ice cold and pretend
it was a fancy new chest clock. Two lose your
absolute shit trying not to laugh and forfeit from your giggles.
Or three quietly slide one of your own toys onto
the table and whisper your move. Be honest. Bonus points
if you ever had your own vibrator found in a
public disaster, I'd love to know you know how to
get a hold of me A riddle that sounds completely
filthy but is absolutely one hundred percent clean. The longer
you pull me, the harder, and the longer I get.
I'm thick at the base and taper to a stiff,
pointy tip. You straddle me eagerly thigh spread wide, rocking
back and forth as you slide all the way down
my firm, cold shaft. You love, gripping me tight with
both hands, working faster and faster until I can't take
any more. When I finally come, I explode in a thick,
white burst that shoots high in the air and splatters
all over your rosy cheeks, your open mouth, your cute
button nose, and even your hair, leaving you dripping and
giggling in the snow. Kids do it, Adults do it.
Everyone that does it at least once every winter when
am I, and of course, as usual, you'll have to
wait till the end. You know what time it is.
It's time to sit back, relax. Let's have a whiskey
with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some eronic
fantasies from people just like you and me. Dear Nicky,
My wife and I have been together for over twenty years.
Ever since we met, we've been each other one and
only lovers. But even though we've never indulged in erotic
delights with everyone else, we've never had a problem keeping
the fires of desire burning bright blue flames. This particular
tale starts with an evening in the city watching a
truly splendid Great Gatsby theme burlesque show. The performers, both
male and female, were absolute specialists in their craft. The
crowd was electric and the atmosphere was charged all night.
My wife, nearing her forties, having already given me two
beautiful children, is still a peak dream woman. She is
about a foot shorter than me, with short, wavy hair
freshly dyed with a vibrant electric orange that makes her
Asian complexion blow. That night, she wore a low cut
floral dress with flowing heymn line just above her knees.
Her body has only gotten better with age. What was
once a tight, strong gymnast frame grew curvier with each pregnancy.
Her breast swelled from a modest bea cup to a full,
glorious dea cup that absolutely filled out the neck line
of her dress. Her thighs and calves still show that
gymnast definition, especially in her heels. She looked so damn
good that when she walked out of the bedroom, I
got in trouble for swearing in front of the kids.
Holy fuck, just slipped out. After the show, we strolled
around the city. We dropped the kids and their grandparents
for a sleepover, so we had the whole night to ourselves.
I kept telling her how incredible she looked, and knowing
my love for photos, she happily posed every time and
found a good lighting around the harbor. She was glowing.
She was feeling herself in that dress. We'd stop in
the middle of foot traffic for a deep passionate French
kess with heavy PDA. I'd slid a hand under the
hem and just squeeze that perfect ass. I knew I
needed to get her home fast. As we walked back
to the car, I could sense mischief at her. There
was excitement in her eyes, and we talked about how
the performers teased but never fully revealed anything. I took
a risk in the parking lot, any chance of a
commando car dry home. She gave me a wry smile
and said, who knows, it's a long drive, anything's possible.
I opened her door and helped her end. She was
struggling with her heels after the long walk. As she
sat and unmuckled the straps, I got an eye full
straight down that dress. A lingered closing the door a
little too long. She looked up and laughed, I'm ready
when you are. I snapped out of it, shut the door,
and walked around to the driver's side. In those few seconds,
she did a sneaky little hip wiggle. She thought she
was being slick removing her g string. She wasn't. I've
been staring at her all night. Nothing got past me.
I slid in and leaned over for one more kiss,
and ran my hands straight up her in her thigh
bear wet pussy. I rubbed her gently and whispered, I'm
so glad you took my suggestion. She pouted that she
hadn't been stealthy enough. But when you look that good, baby,
my eyes never leave you. I started the car, and
my hands stayed firmly between her legs. Before we even
left the parking garage, my cock was already straining. She
noticed me shifting uncomfortably and teased, it's not really a
commando car ride if only one of us is commando now,
is it? And you're driving so you can't fix that?
It's unfair. I just grinned, squeezed her fussy, loosened my
seat belt, and said, could you help adjust him so
he can concentrate on the road. She had button and
then sipped me slowly. Oh glad, babe, you have been
commando this whole night. Guilty. The second I saw her
in that dress, I decided underwear was no happening. She
freed my rock hard leaking cock pre come everywhere from
the evening's foreplay, and used it to start the slowest,
most teasing hand job of my life. We drove through
the bustling Saturday night city streets, each of us stroking
each other. I traced her smooth, soaking lips, circling her clip,
gathered more wetness. Repeat. She settled into the perfect rhythm,
thumb gliding like the windscreen wipers under the heavy circumcised cock.
Every swipe made me twitch. Every twitch gave her more
pre comb. Every drop made the next swipe smoother, a
perfect erotic feedback loop. In the tunnel out of the city,
she grabbed her jacket from the back seat, loosened her belt,
and before I could process, pulled her dress down to
her hips, exposing those gorgeous tits. I swerved, thank god
the lane was empty. She cut them and asked, do
they have cameras in here that can see inside cars?
Then shrugged and kept stripping away. Dress off, jacket on
but unbuttoned, just enough cover for passing cars, but wide
open from me. She sank lower in the seat, threw
her bare feet on the dash, spread wide, guided my
fingers deep inside her, which she rarely lets me do,
and moaned like a porn star. She was lost and lust.
Twenty five minutes to go, and I was already fighting
not to come. She edged me perfectly, gentle, slow, relentless.
She slid further down. My arm was aching, trying to
keep her fingering. Her sh reached under my balls, tried
from my ass, blocked by my pants dam then went
back to stroking. My cock felt like steel. Speed limit
climbed on the freeway, traffic thinned after midnight. She sped up.
I had to pull my hand from inside her just
to grip the wheel. She started moaning, ladder, fuck, babe.
My pussy phils so intense, and jerked me harder. Exit
in sight street lights and streaking vision tunneling. I exploded
first rope pit my chin. She covered the rest with
my shirt. Hot come, pulling all over my stomach. My
foot floored it pure orgasm spasm. I had to coast
until the waves stopped. We limped into the suburbs. She
hadn't come come. Cooling in my lap kept me half
hard the whole way. Pulled into the driveway almost one
a m straight light blazing killed the engine. Told her
to recline, dove between her legs like a starving man,
console digging into my ribs. I didn't care long licks,
clit sucking, pure devotion. She screamed, bucked one foot on
the roof, one kicking the horn, head, grabbing my hair,
full body orgasm that probably woke the neighbors. Afterward, she
walked naked under the open jack from the car to
the front door like a goddess. We showered, ate, dessert,
fucked until sunrise. God, I love our sex life. Yours
great and sex? Jay? Hello Jay, how are you? That
is probably one of my top favorite married sex stories.
We'd get so many, but I love after twenty years, somebody,
I mean even everybody that does write in when if
you're married or coupled or however we're celebrating for that
long can still be kinky like this or you know,
especially the ones that we discover, but definitely the ones
that didn't skip a beat. Oh my god, Dad is awesome.
The sneaky panty drop, I wouldn't have been that. You
can you can tell her. I'm not that smooth either.
It would have been like, I'm a total klutz, so
I probably would have fell on my ass trying to
do She's more graceful. It sounds like than I am.
So yeah, And you know, I don't smoke, but I
kind of haven't need a cigarette after this one because
this is something I'm gonna have to add to my
bucket list. You guys definitely do a great job of
adding shit to my bucket list that you know that
I want to do it. I'm like, huh, I It's
been a long time since I've done anything in a car,
and I just don't look at cars. Well, I'll be honest.
When I do look at cars, I do go God,
you know what positions gonna we do in here? And
usually it's like, Nope, that wouldn't happen. Nope, that wouldn't happen.
And hey, it's a good thought. I want to be
twenty again, right, Jay, have you ever actually been caught
or gotten a ticket because you two got wild in
the car? That what I would love to know and
the next date night. Are you aiming to top this?
Or is this like the gold standard now? But I
kind of feel like if this is the gold standard, eventually,
you know somebody got to top the gold right, you know,
you just you know you don't have a repeat winter
every day. I mean this could be like a standard
to like you want all sex to be this great.
But you know, but some things i'd sometimes slow and okay,
sex is good. Maybe I don't know, raise your hand
or spam my chat later. If you've ever come while
driving or a major partner, come on the freeway bonus
points if we hit our gin and all to my
couples out there, how many years in before you think
the commando car ride option expires for this couple. I
don't think it is ever for me. I think I
don't know. It depends on how big the car is.
My jeep, my sheets fly befold, fly back, full back,
and there is an air mattress specifically for my jeep,
so I'm still good to go. I could have jeep sex.
Dear Nikki, I thought i'd share a story from college
that gave me an insane number of first in one
single night. I met Don and Leo, not their real names,
and a semi underground l g b T support club
at my UNI. I known I was by since I
was four and was desperate to finally hook up with
girls now that my controlling parents weren't breathing down my neck.
I was twenty, trying to play a cool and not
look like a total pervert. I was one, meaning though
I was literally the only woman who showed up, devastated,
surrounded my hot guise who assumed I had zero interest.
Then these two approached me. Don and Leo were bisexual
couple who had been shouted down before for not being
gay enough. They loved it that I loudly insisted that
I was by and didn't care who had a problem
with it. We clicked instantly, flirted hard, and all admitted
we were both attracted to one another. I went back
to them to their dorm suite. They moved fast. Within
a minute, my shirt was off, I was making out
with Leo, and Don was on his knees sucking Leo's cock.
Another minute, we were all naked, Don alternating between Leo's
cock in my pussy with his mouth. Then he slapped
my ass and declared okay, she's wet enough. Leo grabbed
my hips, lifted me and slammed me unto me while
Don fingered my ass and made out with his boyfriend
over my shoulder. Anal had literally never crossed my mind,
but I was too turned on to stop him. Don
added a second finger and finally gasped, Don, what's that for?
He kissed me hard. We're getting you for ready for later,
like Anol, Leo slow, distrusting, only if you want, We
won't force you. Don's really good, really gentle I was nervous,
but the idea of refusing at that point felt impossible.
I asked if we could do other things. First, I'd
never been with two guys. They were perfect. Switched me
to all fours. Don fucked me from behind while I
sucked Leo too. I made them both come. They swapped.
Leo ate his boyfriends, come out of me insane, then
fucked me again. After round two, I knelt and practiced
sucking two cocks at once until they both came down
my throat a third time, the hottest thing I'd ever seen.
Leo laid me on my back, slid into me missionary,
and Don entered Leo from behind effectively fucking both of
us with one thrust. I couldn't believe I was part
of that chain. Finally, Leo stood, picked me up, impaled
me on his cock, and Don came behind me. He
went slow and gentle. His prep paid off. It felt strange,
but not painful. They found the most perfect rhythm, rocking
me back and forth between them. After three loads each earlier,
they lasted forever. I lost count of my own orgasms
suspended between these two strong, dominant men. When they finished,
I was jelly and kept blacking out. The next morning,
I woke up on the common room couch under a
blanket closed newly folded a glass of water beside me.
Absolute gentlemen. I cleaned my own mess off their furniture
before I left. One night, first couple, two guys, first threesome,
first anal, first double blow job, first double penetration, and
I'm still chasing that high. Brenda, Brenda, you are one
lucky bitch. I'm just gonna say it. That is the
Unicorn College of hookups. I think I'm just saying I
like the way that we're respectful and skilled. Leff, you
water a blanket. That is the ultimate gentlemen. And you
got two of them, you really hit the jackpot. You know.
It reminds me of I was on a cruise. I
got a last minute deal week before last like the
week before Thanksgiving, Like I got it on a Friday.
I flew out on Sunday kind of thing, and I
did nothing but read smut books this whole Chris, because
I've been to the islands multiple times, so I really
just stayed on kind of the ship and just read
dirty smut books the whole week. It was amazing. And
I will not but admit, but I will admit that
I may have read a bunch of reverse harem books,
because that's what this type of story is typically called.
But mine sometimes had three or five. One of them
had five, So it gets kind of chaotic, and you
do end up reading from all point of views and
you tend to get lost and blah blah blah blah.
But the sex is kind of off chart, plots really
thick and very very extreme. But hey, they are out there.
So if you want to read some reverse harem ladies,
that's the term multiple men doing multiple things like Brenda
got to do. We can all live in our own
fantasy world. Brenda did you ever hook up with Don
and Leo again? Was it truly a one night legend? Stand?
That would have to be? I mean, how would you
do another one night stand after that? I mean you
would have to really go into it, though, open minded
that that is never going to happen again. I mean,
that is the ultimate one night stand, right though. I
think I'd want to repeat performance. Just saying I would want,
I'd have to ten years later or however long it's been.
Do you still think about that night when you masturbate?
I bet you do. I mean you really don't have
a chance With the question, I'm gonna answer for you yes,
and yes and three times a day. Yes. And did
you ever get to take off first girl the same
level of fireworks? So did you ever get to have
like the same kind of situation with two women? You know?
And was it just as good as being with two men?
But different? You know it can be just as good
but always different, you know. Just saying question to you,
is this who has the best college threesome story? Before today?
I think Brenda just really raised the bar. I would
not even just say the worst college threesome. I would
say first time hook up, because this was. I mean,
we have had almost six years of this, and we've
had some really good threesomes, but I mean, this is
off the charge. This and like I said, this reminded
me of all the smut I read for a week
and by girls here, you know where are my girl?
He's out there? How many of you have showed up
to an LGBT club hoping for girls but left with
two guys instead? No judgment here. We don't judge here,
but I would like to know more about it. I
can't be the only one that's lusting After this thought,
Danny ge, I find myself completely hypnotized watching my partner
take a big, long dick and balls deep and pussy
while I was locked in chastity, a helpless, cut cold,
forced to watch without touching, Or so I thought. This
happened on a Friday night a month ago. My partner
was getting fucked sentenceless in a hotel room by her bull,
while I sat caged in the corner, a full month, locked,
no sex, no release, year after year of the same cycle.
I was so lost staring at them, I didn't even
notice you kneel beside me, whispering those honey sweet teasing
words right into my ear until you snapped your fingers
and broke the trance. You like watching, don't you? You burred?
See how good he fills her. You wish that was
you up there, don't you? Then click, the cage came off,
the image of them faded. All I could do is
focus on you. You parted your stalking clad thighs, placed
your naked, dripping pussy on my mouth, and I devoured you.
You came over and over, soaking my face, feeding me
while you're lust while I drowned in mine. You reminded
me of the clock was ticking, that freedom was temporary.
You held the cage, notice the puddle of prey come
and ordered, jerk yourself. I want to see you. The
cage practically slid off of how lad I was. One
touch of my own hand A month after felt electric.
You wrapped your fingers around my vienie, aching cock, teasing
the head, controlling every stroke. Then you hit a trigger phrase,
fuck me just as hard as she's getting fucked. Weeks
of denial, all that pent up frustration, you went for
it yourself. You dropped your knees and took me deep
in your mouth, moaned around my cock until I was growling,
fucking your face. You stood bent over the bed right
beside them. They practically vanished from my awareness. You looked
back and backed Fuck me, Please, fuck me like you
mean it. One thrust, I was buried inside you. You screamed, clenched,
creamed instantly. I fucked you like a man possessed, hair pulling,
skin slapping, filthy, dirty talk. You came again and again,
biting the pillows, squirting down your thighs. Your orgasm dragged
mine out of me. I pumped rope after rope deep
inside you while you milked every drop. We collapsed, panting.
My partner looked over with a smirk. Looks like you
had fun. I grinned cock, already hardening. We're just getting started.
The four of us spent the rest of the night
tangled together, moans, curses, orgasms, echoing until sunrise, A once
in a lifetime eruption after month or years locked, I've
lived off that memory forever. A hello, A again, how
are we? You are certainly sexy? You know how to write.
I love, as we all know. I find it a
chef's kiss and a compliment. As Darcy always tells me,
I should that somebody will write in and have me
in a van to say I've had years of it,
it's still very surreal for me, it is, so I
appreciate when you guys do do it. I'm blushing. I
don't know if anybody can tell. So I have a
question for you. Actually, couple wouldn't be me if I
didn't have couple right when you wrote this? Was this
a good jerk off fantasy scripted for me a star
or did you already have it written or did you
write it with me in mind? Like was it fresh
or did you adapt it for me? That's kind of
like a well, no, no difference either way. You know
I like it either way basically, is what I'm saying.
After a month locked, How long did it actually in
your head as you wrote this? Because you know, we
as creators, we always have a picture in our mind.
So as you're writing this and you're writing this scene out,
how long do you think you lasted? Ten seconds? Five?
You know your partner did she get jealous watching absolute
destroying someone else me? Or do you think she was
happy in chearing you on or him? You know you
didn't really mention a sex there, so we don't want
to you know your partner, I should say, right, my
chastity subs out there? How many days weeks in your
current or lot was your current or longest lock up?
And just a full month? And then apparently broke the
sound barrier? You don't how long did it? You know?
I want to know after he came out of chastity?
How long did it take you? For my hot lives
and keyholders? Would you ever let someone like me borrow
your sub in a room for a release or is
that crossing the line for you? Finally, who wants to
volunteer to write the version where Ninky gets to keep
the key next time? I'd like that been a keyholder
only once, maybe twice. It'd be interesting to be one again,
dare you? I knew you'd come the instant that keycard
left my fingers and onto your palm. Your skin was
forever hot against mine, A tremmor running through your hand
you couldn't handle. When I leaned in my lips, brushing
this yell of the air I'm breathed, Room five twelve,
He'll knock The tiny helpless sound you made in your
throat tasted like surrender, so made you wait until your
balls ached. John's mouth was already on me when you
eased the door open, his tongue lashing slow, filthy circles
round my clip while I kept my thighs clamped around
his ears. The room was thick with the wet, obscene
sounds of him drinking me down, my own slick coating
of his lips and chin until they gleamed. Air smell
like crushed jasmine from my perfume sweat, and the sharp
animal tang of my cunt. Heedy, dizzing, impossible to escape.
I felt you standing there. I felt you before I
saw you. The heat of your stairs scorched across my
skin like a physical touch. When I finally let my
eyes slid open, I found you, pressing against the wall.
Your pupils were black, your chest heaving so hard I
could see it from across the room. Your hand was
already grinding against your ridge, and your jeans knuckles white,
like you were trying to punish yourself how badly you
needed this. I came with your name locked behind my teeth.
Mark's tongue buried deep inside me, my spine snapped into
a low bow, thighs shaking violently around his head. A raw,
guttural crying, ripping out of me as I flooded his mouth.
The aftershocks pulsed so hard I felt them in my teeth.
Only then did I smile at you, lazy and wicked,
lips swollen, shining with my spit and my own taste.
John flipped me like I weighed nothing. The blunt, thick
head of his cock dragged through my soak folds once twice.
Then he slammed home in one brutal stroke. The stretch
burned so good. I screamed, nails raking down his back heels,
digging into the mattress. Every thrust shoved the air from
my lungs in wet, broken moans, I could hear how
drenched I was. Lwed rhythmic slaps echoing off the walls,
my arousal dripping down his balls, smearing across both our thighs.
But I never stopped watching you. I watched your belt
clutter open, watched your cock spring free, flushed, dark and angry,
and beat a pre comb, already trembling at the slit.
When you wrapped your fist around yourself and started stroking
in time with John's punishing rhythm, I swear. My cunt
clenched so hard. John cursed, and I almost lost it
right there. Touch yourself harder, I rasped, bush shuddered. Show
me how fucking desperate you are. You obeyed like a man,
possessed your hips, jerked into your own grip, breathe, hitching
and sharp, ragged sobs. The scent of your arousal hit
me even from ten peet away salt and skin, raw want,
and it made me fear. I ground down on John's cock,
riding him in reverse, so you had the perfect view
of him disappearing into me, over and over my lips,
gripping him on every filthy side. Look at him, John growled,
fingers bruising my hips as he fucked up into me viciously.
Look at him losing his fucking mind while I wreck
your little cunt. Yes, fuck yes, I sobbed, tears of
overstimulation pricking my eyes. He loves watching you ruin me,
don't you? Baby? Your broken groan was enough answer. I
came screaming the inter all spasmy so hard. I dragged
John over the edge with me. I felt every pulse
of his release, thick, scalding flooding me. Until it leaked
out around his cock and ran in warm rivets down
my thighs. You followed a heartbeat later, head thrown back,
throat bare comes, streaking in a messy ropes across your
fist and stomach while you're my knees buckled the side alone,
almost pulled another orgasm from my over sensitive body. But
I wasn't done. I slid off John like that he
was nothing more than a toy I'd used up come,
still dripping down my legs and slow obscene trails. My
skin was fever hot, slick with sweat glowing. I walked
to you barefoot across the carpet and dropped to my
knees in the bottle of your release without hesitation. You
were still twitching, half hard and aching. I like to
stripe up the underside of your cock, slow and reverent,
tasting salt and skin and faint bitterness of your cum.
Then I took you deep, deeper than I should have
been possible, with my throat raw from screaming, hollowing, my cheeks,
humming until the vibration made your hips chirk helplessly. I
worshiped you fifteen minutes, endless of wet suction, swirling tongue, soft,
greedy moans muffled around your shaft. I traced every veins,
suck the head until your bray com coated my tongue
like honey. Let drool and your spend drip off my
chin onto my tits, because I wanted you to see
how filthy it was for you. When I finally pulled
off with a wet pop, your cock was shining with
my spit and throbbing against your stomach again. But I
didn't let you come. I wanted you aching, I wanted
you ruined. I rose on, shaking legs, pressed my swollen
lips to yours, and let you taste all three of
us on my tongue next time, I whispered, biting your
bottom lip hard enough to bruce. You're going to be
the one balls deep in me while I watched you
who make me scrap. Then I turned and crawled back
to the bed, curled into the sheets that smelled like
sex and sen. I listened to you leave, undremmaling legs.
I smiled into the dark because I knew. I knew
you were already halfway down the hall. Hands shoved into
your pants again, chasing a second, dry, desperate orgasm into
the memory of my mouth on you and another man's
come still leaking out of me. Sleep well, baby, your
mind now. So, like I said after the one before,
I love when things are written for me and we're
getting them quite often. So I kind of did something today. Actually,
before I left, I did this. This is my answer
to Room five twelve, which aired in November nineteenth. So
if you want to hear that person's vision or like
they're right for me, not. This is not gonna be
an ongoing thing. This is not something I'm gonna keep
a where the st our story keeps going. So this
is it. This is not You're not gonna have another
whatever for me. I just wanted to have a little
cheeky fun so this was This is it. So this
isn't a letter. This is something I wrote and kind
of how if you're not part of Patreon or if
you're not listening over on Apple sub subscription and also
over on Spreaker, which I know Spraaker, I need to
put your stuff up. I just need to figure out
how to do it without it being one giant mass drop.
So I think what I mightna have to do is
what I had to do with apples. Same thing over there,
because I already have was like seventy something episodes in
so I had to just start from that day and
schedule amount, so you'll be behind, but you will get them.
The only ones I'll probably drop as Patreon gets them
is the ones that are holidays Pacific, so that way,
like in August, you're not getting a Christmas episode or
something like that. I think this is a perfect place
to stop for the day. Today we proved that after
twenty years of marriage you can still edge each other
on the freeway like teenagers, that one perfect college night
can give you a gift of every sexual first and
a single eight hour blur, and that four weeks of
chastity can turn a man into a human jackhammer the
second someone whispers fuck me like she's getting fuck. I
love all these stories today, I really do. They were
both filthy, tender, reckless, respectful. They had all the drippings
of all the things that I like. I am definitely
sitting here sweating. My heart's always polping. I'm very blushy today,
so I hope you enjoyed this. My dms are always
open for suggestions, stories, or whatever else. And before you
do cuss at me for not giving the answer. It's
a carrot that you're giving a snowman for a nose.
That was the answer to your riddle, So if you
guessed it, let me know. I hope you're enjoying them,
because I really am enjoying these ending closing Hello, lover,
why won't we go back to a hotel, maybe leave
a keycart it's someone we find attractive, or maybe find
somebody else that we know. So when we continually talk
about what do you think? I really want to know?
And until the next time, Ladies and gentlemen, have a
fucking fabulous week.