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with a rival swimmer. After a night of drinking, she
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our Friday subscriber show, I started a new thing and
the story was so good I wanted to just repeat
it here. So just enjoy and you'll understand. Dear Nikki.
So this happened about two years ago. Now it's taken
some time for me to be okay about telling the
story as I am now. For a long time, I
kept it entirely to myself in my incognito browser, as
I googled for reassurance that I was not the only one.
But look, it's been a while, I've grown up a bit,
and I realized I can't keep a story like this
to myself forever. It honestly just wins too many conversation
competitions such as funniest, worst, weirdest sex story, and it
would be a shame to give up those victories. Anyway.
First things first, I'm a heterosexual woman, and I use
tender to avoid having to hook up with the local
guys when all I want is casual relationship. It's a
small town, and if you've ever lived in one of those,
you'll understand instantly what I mean. So I get this
guy to drive here, a three hour trip for him.
We meet in public to make sure he's not a
serial killer or whatever, and to see if we get
on as a person. I don't feel super attracted to him,
like we're not clicking, but it's whatever. He has a
penis as in my age bracket, and isn't super gross hindn't.
He's driven three hours to see me, and I'm super
horny desperate, so I bring him home. We get to
my place and things get hot and heavy rather quickly.
We go straight to the bedroom. He's a little rougher
than I usually go for. I like to joke that
my kink is pretending that you actually love me. But again,
it's fine. I'm horny and I'm taking what I can
get at the stage right now, Bear in mind that
I've been nervous all day. I hadn't eaten breakfast, and
just a couple cups of coffee the night before, though
I'd eaten Indian food, Just putting that out there. Back
to the sex. He was rougher and than I'd been expecting.
It had been months since I'd gotten laid. We started
off doggy style, but within a few minutes I decided
I wanted to be a bit more in control, and
I initiate a position switch. Now I'm on top, and
it's a lot better for me. It's less about how
he likes it and more about how I want it.
I get down low, my head close to his shoulder,
and I'm just doing my thing when suddenly he grabs
me by the hips and starts doing this whole other thing,
his thing aggressively, and maybe because I'd already been so close,
it was just all way too much for me, and
I felt myself coming hard, except I'm just not coming.
It all happens so quickly, but I think I came
while I farted, but it was actually sharp, not a
big one or a lot because I hadn't eaten much,
but with a bit of liquid too, and god, it
smelt so bad because the Indian food I had the
night before too. I froze, He froze. He started looking
disgusted to say what, But before he'd even finished getting
the word out, I jumped up and off him, not
quickly enough to avoid seeing what I'd done on him,
and ran to the bathroom in a wide eyed panic.
This is never and has as never happened since to
me before I have Oh my god, I have never
heard of it happening to anyone else before either. This
is awful. I was in tears, moaning no no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
over and over to myself as I heard him walk
up to the hallway, not call my name from outside
the bathroom and knock again. I did not respond. I
could not respond. I didn't know what to say. Eventually
he came in because I mean he had to shower, right,
of course he did. Yeah, so that happened, and it
was an awkward and terrible silent. I still don't know
what to fucking say. What the hell can you say?
I was also still crying and saying no lol. He
only took a minute anyway, grabbed a tail and left
with it. I closed the bathroom door behind him, waiting
till long after he had left to go to the
bedroom change the sheets. He had, of course already unmatched
me on tender. If it's not signed, we'll call her Martha.
I don't know. Oh my god. No, it's never happened
to me. I am not in that group. And I'm
sorry this was a bad I'm sorry if I brought
up a bad Mary for you. Oh my god. I
can honestly say that I have never now, I have
queafed once, because I mean, that's just it makes sense,
especially you know, it just makes sense. But I have
never sharded over anybody. Yeah, oh my god. Okay, So
we're going to start a thing. If you have stories
like yes, I would like to. You know, laughter does
leave to great sex. And if you can't laugh during sex,
I don't know if I could laugh during this. Yeah,
you turn it around, right, especially if you're just looking
for a hookup. He drove three hours and got sharded
on Could you imagine this man's story? Oh my god?
Oh yeah, Darcy was right on this one. We didn't
know what to do with it. So I think I
think we should add this in. I think this made
me I want to delve into this. So if you
have something funny and I might repost this to next
week's show, just because it's too good not to share.
Definitely right in. I would love to hear miss. Perhaps
we all have them, right, we're just embarrassed to talk
about them. And what way is to get it off
your chest and somewhere anonymously just saying it? You know,
a time it is, It's time to sit back, relax,
let's have a whiskey. There's some filthy cherries, of course,
and explore some ironic fantasies from people just like you
and me. Dear Nigie, I need to get something off
my chest. I'm married, I love my wife, and I
want to make it clear right away. I'm not gay.
I have no interest in men, no interest in penis.
I love women, I love vagina. But I have this
side of me that most people would never know about.
It started small. I tried on boys short panties once,
just out of curiosity, and I liked how soft they felt.
From there, it grew thongs, yoga shorts. My wife knows
about those. She gives me shit about it in a
playful way, but she doesn't realize that it goes further.
When she's not around. I'll sometimes put on her sports bras,
her bralettes, even her lingerie, And when I do, I
feel something I can't really explain. I feel sexy, I
feel feminine, I feel free in a way I don't
get to feel otherwise. Part of me thinks it comes
from a mismatch in our sex drives. This fills a
space that empty sometimes. But it's not just about sex.
It's about how it makes me feel like I'm tapping
into this hidden side of myself that's always been there.
I don't want this to sound like a betrayal of
my wife, because it's not replacing her. It's just this
part of me that I keep locked away, and I
guess I'm confessing it here because I want someone to
hear it out loud. Chris Hullo, Chris, how are you?
This is actually way more common than you think. I
can't tell you how many men and would call and
tell me about this. I actually had a long standing regular,
no name here, but he would he when he first
started calling, he would talk about the boys shorts as
you were saying, that we wear, but they were it
was just the way they felt inside me and knew
there was always more, because there's always more. When they
call it, they always start with the fragment, like you
were saying, just that little step, but an all honesty.
He liked to wear women's lingerie and he had I'm
not saying this is your case or everybody's case, but
he had such a high stressful job the exact opposite
made him like decompressed, kind of like a stress ball
in a way, and he would dress up well. He
also liked to vibe himself. So I've talked about him
before where he took I can't think of the toy
right now, but he would wrap it around him and
he would take bandage though it didn't pull any hair,
but I think he was shaved, he said, and we
would vibe him and he would get off that way.
And he did it every week with me once a week.
And he would wear his panties. And these are the
thinner ones, not the boy shorts, but the speedo like
regular panties or the gosh. I wish I would know
my beauties. They weren't complete thongs. He wore thongs, but
he at work he preferred not to wear them. So
but going back to you, it was a really good
Did he like it? Yes, But he also told me
he said he loves women, absolutely loves women. Wasn't in
a dick, didn't want dick, nothing else. It was just
this is his way of the softer side of him
after being such a hard, hard ass, you know, and
what with the position he had. So I don't see
anything wrong with this. And you're not alone, like I said,
I can't tell you how many men you know, and
he didn't. It was a way for him to decompress
or like they tell somebody that's just needs a moment
to go touch grass. So his was the soft feelings
of lingerie where somebody might go and listen to different
mega hurts to decompress. You know, you know how you
can go. YouTube's a great one where it helps with
the anxiety and everything else, but your brain basically needs
an opposite effect, like a lemon if you know, lemons
can also do it. Or the rubber band around your
wrist snap, snap, snap, and it changes the focus of
your brain like it, you know, that kind of thing
before they take medicine or whatever. Not saying anybody sick
here or anything else. If this helps whatever you need
and makes you feel that way in a positive way,
I am one hundred percent for it. I don't see
anything wrong with this. If this makes you feel great,
if it makes you feel in touch with who you are,
it doesn't make you anything but you, And no judgment
for anybody here. We all have something, you know, is
like I say, we all have something mine. I like
to go touch grass. I remember when you know I
do have xanax, I honestly do. And I hate taking
the shit. And if you are know me personally, I
wait to the very last minute where I should have
took it two hours ago, because I do all the
things that you know that beforehand listen to the megaharts,
go touch grass. You know, if I have a limit,
I even try that, you know, but sometimes you just
gotta take it. But I've also found another way. Masturbation
is another one of mine. You know, there's sometimes I
know that when I'm te too keyed up too often.
See I also speak fast. When I'm onto something or
just a little bit riled, I have to go masturbate
and I need one of those deep orgasms that I
know is going to go to my spine, to my
brain and it it's just like an It just like
it's a release. So if something that someone else would
seem odd helps you release and become yourself again, and
it's positive, who the fuck cares what alpha male or
mega bitch down the street feels like it, because I'm
guaranteeing you the first person that says something has something
weirder than you or they. It's more it's like the
stupid kindergarten saying, you maybe pointing one finger at me,
but you've got four fingers in the thumb maybe depending
on how you're pointing back at you. So Chris, embrace it.
I'm proud of you for trusting me with this you
have me really smiling today, Dear Nikki. This was in
sophomore year of college. I was twenty long, blonde hair,
five ten and in a varsity of a swim team
on our university. We have national competitions that would make
or break it for me. When in continuously meant I
got to keep my scholarship, Losing meant I lost everything
and would have to pay for my own tuition. We
weren't rich, so I really had to grind every day
during training to make sure that I won all my meats.
I did pretty well my freshman year. I won a
few here and there. Then I started with the college parties,
making a new friends and getting into orgies and meeting guys,
which kind of screwed up my momentum. I was almost
always last. I decided, Okay, fuck it, I'll start taking
it seriously again. To qualify for my scholarship, I'd have
to be invaluable to our team. But I kept just
not meeting the mark because this one bitch would absolutely
destroy me during the race. I didn't know what to do.
I kept training, but it was not just fast enough.
One day, I was drinking with my friends at a
bar near our campus and I saw her there, curly
brown hair, long legs, hot ass shit. I guess she
decided that day that bras weren't her thing because you
could fully see her tits through her t shirt. I
was quietly judgmental back then. I admit I was a
little bit buzzed and had a few shots, so the
only confidence I needed to blast her. I was fuming
she was the only thing getting in between me and
my win. I came up to her completely expect a
mean entry, but she hugged me and said, oh my god. Hi.
She was red and hot too, probably drank a bit
more than me. I felt her boobs press up against mine.
I was blurry up until that point. I've only really
liked to fuck guys. I never questioned my sexuality ever,
so it must have been the alcohol. We talked a little,
no flirting, just serious talk about our matches. It was
casual until I brought up her beating me at every
single race. That's not my fault, babe, She joked, yeah,
but fuck, could you just slow down a bit? Maybe
you need to speed up. I took a shot. I
was dazed. I had nothing to lose. What can I
do to get you to lose for once. She stared
me straight in the eyes and teased, I don't know
what can you do. I wasn't sure what she meant,
but I probably six shots in. I could feel her
hot break on my face. My heart was pounding, so
I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. She
was so soft, tasted like alcohol, but who fucking cared.
I could feel my pussy vibrating, and she grabbed me
back too. I could hear our friends saying holy shit
in the background, but I didn't give a fuck because
I could feel her tongue in my mouth. I pulled
away for a second. I had to contemplate. I pretended
to check my phone and said I had to go.
I wasn't gay, I wasn't fucking a girl for anything.
I left the bar and didn't see her until our
next race. I lost again. I was pissed. I stayed
in the locker room for hours until everyone left. I
walked out into the pool area. She was there again.
She said she saw me get angry and waited for me.
I sat at the edge of the pool and she
sat next to me. I was still frustrated at that point.
My coach said, I had one chance to win a
meet or else I'm out. Can you throw? I asked hesitantly,
Like what a ball? I thought she was fucking gorgeous,
but dumbest shit. Okay, so I was just an insecure
bitch at the time. No, Like, can you throw a
race for me? I can't lose another one. I'm fucked
if I do. What's in it for me? It's just
the third spot, just to swim faster. Yeah, I can't
even get the fucking third place. I kicked the water
and she gets a little wet. I haven't changed out
of my suit, but she's already in a shirt and
the shortest shorts I've ever could imagine. Her tits were gorgeous.
I was jealous more than I was attracted to her.
She looked at me. I was nervous. I didn't know
if she had anything good to say. Give me something
and I'll throw. She promised, what do you want? I like,
have zero money in my bank account? Nuh, she whispered,
then grab the back of my head and kissed me again.
Her hand made its way down to my thighs, and
I jumped a little. I've never done this before. I
could feel her fingers moving slowly towards my pussy. I
trembled at the thought that she put her fingers inside me.
She took my hand and zipped her shorts, making me
touch her too. I nudged away a little. Do you
want me to throw or what? She pulled me back
closer to her. I tried my best with what I knew.
I softly touched her clip, rubbing it in circles while
kissing her. I heard her moan a little, so I
thought I must be doing something right. She kissed me
harder and pushed me on to the cold tiled floor.
It was dark, but I could see her face. Her
curls fell into her eyes, and she tucked them behind
her ears and kissed me more. She sat up and
pulled my suit to the side and put two fingers
inside me. I almost screamed. Her middle and ring fingers
were bent in a way that I could feel the
tips at the roof of my pussy. I felt like
I was going to pee. I've never had a finger
or fuck me like this before. She rubbed my clit
with her thumb while the other hand fucked me with
her fingers. I wanted to scream I've never felt like
this before. I knew it was coming, so I held
my breath and closed my eyes shut. I felt an
explosion inside my body. I exhaled loudly for what felt
like I was going to die. She was so fucking good.
She pulled my swimsuit back in order and said, get
dressed and I'll wait. At that point, I was willing
to do whatever the fuck she wanted. I didn't even
care if she threw any more. I wanted more. I
got dressed quickly and ran out, and we walked to
her car. She drove us to her apartment. When we
got in, she immediately took her shorts off. Her legs
are gorgeous. She was one of the hottest girls I've
ever met. She gave me a glass of water and
asked if I wanted a snack. I said no. She
had a studio apartment, so we immediately sat on her bed.
I'm going to teach you how to do me, she whispered.
She tucked my hair behind my ears and kissed me softly. Again.
She lied down and took her underwear off. If you
don't want to do it, it's fine, but I want
to teach you. She said, no, it's okay. What do
I do? She spread her legs and told me to
get down there. She asked, what do you like to feel?
Do that to me? I realized she wanted me to
eat her out. I've never really had a guide to
do that to me before. Okay, like this, take your
tongue and tap my clit softly. Then just do the
same when you're playing with your clit to look it
fast until I tell you to stop. I did my best.
I got my tongue as wet as I could and
licked her clit softly. I felt her jump a little.
I did it more. I took two fingers, the same
one she used on me and did what she did
to me. Licked her pussy fast and pulled my fingers
in and out of her too. I licked and licked
until she said fuck. She sat up and held my face.
Thank you, she exhaled. She pushed me on my back
and kissed me on the lips, then on the neck.
Then she took my shirt off and kissed my chest.
She sucked on my right nibbles softly while she twisted
the other with her fingers. She pushed my legs open
and took my shorts and underwear off. She went down
on me too. She licked my clip the same way
I did, but I feel like she was better, way better.
I felt it everywhere in my body. Her hands were
rubbing my inner thighs while she just pulsed her tongue
on my clip. I fucking came on her face. Her
mouth was so wet. I loved every minute of it.
My heart was pounding. When she sat up, she lied
down next to me. We fucked more the entire night.
When we were finished, I wasn't sure if I wanted
to ask her to throw the game from me. I
took a nap, then booked a ride. In the morning.
She offered to give me a ride or get breakfast,
but I just wanted to go home and take a shower.
I was conflicted at that point. She was so fucking
great and beautiful, but I had to figure a lot
of shit out too. I didn't see her until the
next match she threw. I got third place, which was
good enough to keep me around the team until I
tried even harder. I never talked to her again after that.
I also eventually gave up on swimming after a year.
She gave me the best sex of my life. At
that point, and a year of tuition, I realized I
was too straight to pursue her seriously. She was my
typical experimental college phase, Heather. I think we all have
a experimental college phase. I think I've told you mine.
Mine wasn't quite as nice. Yeah, not as nice as
all at all. It was a little odd. But I
do think we should experiment, not just say Okay, college
is over, let's stop experimenting. And I actually hate that phase,
you know, because in college you experiment, and you know
after that you're supposed to just hang up and not
be experiment Just it feels so okay, after this, it's
no more fun, no more this, no more that we're
supposed to be and only be this. And I absolutely
hate that. I've always hated that phrase. It doesn't mean
that it's there's decorum and things happen, you know, in
certain situations. But I don't ever think we should stop experimenting.
I mean, I'm glad Howther realized that she was too straight,
But does it mean that she can't play with women
but not want to romantically be with them Alte not.
I don't think she should rule that out. I mean,
but unless she can honestly say, you know, yeah, it
was a one time thing. I you know, I'm not
really interested at this point. It's you know, going down
that road. I don't know, it just kind of left,
like you know, She's just it was once it was done,
it was great and I'll never do it again. And
that's a shame. But that's honestly how she feels. Then
none of us can change that. And I'm not gonna
shame her for taking that stance. I'm glad she was
conflicted about asking her to throw, because I don't know
how many you know about swimming, and I can think
of a few other sports that are like this. I
could come down to the mill a seconds you know,
your college tuish and can come down to you know,
hundreds of seconds and being fourth place, and you know,
I couldn't imagine going that far. And you know, I swam.
I didn't pursue going that far with it. I maybe
should have, but I couldn't imagine the stress of having
that on my shoulders, plus being attracted and wanting to
experiment and yet yeah, yeah, yeah, I just I don't
think I would cope. Well, so kudos for you on that, Heather,
if you had a chance to experiment again and your
college phase, or even if you didn't go to college,
you're said and said after high school stage, you know,
the couple years where I guess it's a grace period
until you know responsibility. I don't know. Some of us
took the College of Life. So if you took the
College of Life, are we still in our college experimental phase?
That's a great question. I think. Kudos for me for
thinking of it. I really hope none of you have
hung up your experimental phase. You're here so obviously you
you probably haven't were thinking about starting your experimental face.
And that's great. Experimental phases changes through life, just like
you know now, I kind of like broccoli when I
couldn't stand years ago. It's stunk, But you know, I
don't mind stuff anymore. I'll eat it. So what I'm
saying is our mental phases did change and grow, and
I think as long as they're consensual and yeta, yaha, yeada,
YadA and all the phase words here, I think we
should embrace them. Of course, the corn please, and you know,
as long as it's happening in there, let it happen.
Dear Nikki. I enjoy listening to your podcast so much
I felt I needed to contribute. This happened a few
years ago when my wife and I were really rough
patch and Craigslist was still going on. I placed an
ad looking for our friends with benefits, not expecting anything
to come of it, as ninety nine percent of my
past experiences with dating sites and such was total bullshit.
One day, though, I received a message that I skim
passed in. Later that day, I get another message from
the same person asking me why I would put and
add there and not answer it. It caught my eye.
This young lady, we'll call her Rachel, had accidentally sent
me three or four messages wanting to meet before one
last caught my eye. I messed her back and she
replied back almost immediately. I asked her what she was
looking for and where she was located, expecting her to
be three states away, and she replied back that she
was only about three miles away from where I was at,
and she was looking for as I was, of French benefits.
So after several messages, we agreed to meet at the
local coffee chain and just see where it went. About
Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the place and waited
a bit to see if I could get a glimpse
of her before I went inside. No such luck. I
started thinking, Yeah, she's pulling my leg. So I'd decided
to go ahead and go in and get a cup
of Joe. I mean, no sense of going and not
getting a cup of mud. Right just as I sat
down with my coffee and my laptop, walks in this
really cute sexy blonde about five to one and dressed
very nicely. She stopped and looked around for me. I
told her I'd be wearing a purple shirt, and I
do mean purple. As soon as she spotted me, she
got this really sexy smile on her face. She came
over and sat down, and we introduced ourselves, and I
asked her if I could get her a cup of coffee.
She said, no, thanks, I don't drink coffee, but we
can sit here and talk. So we talked about what
I got us both at this point in our marriages.
She was married to our high school sweetheart and a
rocky thirty year marriage and had never been with anyone
else but him. I let her know that my marriage
not my first one, which started out like many with hot, sizzling, passionate,
and somewhat kinky, but rapidly faded after a few years,
but true love remained. We both let each other know
that we had zero intentions of leaving our spouses, as
we both had too much invested into our relationship. It
wasn't long and I had finished my coffee and suggested
that we continue our conversation outside of my truck, and
she said, let's go. Walking out to my truck, I
thought I'd be doing good to even get a kiss
from this sexy vixen, much less anything else. I opened
the door for her and then went around and got in,
and as soon as I closed my door, she jumped
over the console and laid a really hard, sexy kiss
on me, sticking her tongue down my throat, and as
soon as she pulled back, I returned the favor. We
continued our kiss, and I started pulling in her shirt
and working my way under her brawl to play with
her nipples. As as soon as I got one of
her nipples between my thumb and finger and started rolling around,
she stopped the kiss and grasped hard several times. I
asked her if it felt good, and it seemed like
it took everything she had to utter out uh huh.
I asked her if we needed to go somewhere else
to continue this, and once again she uttered uh huh.
With my free hand, I started the truck and asked her,
are you sure, and she said, hell, yeah, I'm sure.
So we broke hold of each other and headed to
the hotel that was conveniently only a mile down the street.
I got us a room towards the back, and when
we went in, I closed the door and she whirled
around and grabbed me shove against the wall, and I
spun her around and pinned her up against the wall,
where we started tearing each other's clothes off. Within three
minutes of walking into the room, we were naked on
the bed going to town. Our first time was quick,
as we both had each other so worked up that
she organed as soon as I slid into her. That
orgasm was followed up in a short minute or two
with a huge gussing oh as she led out a
screaming moan that was sure to be heard down the street.
I came very shortly thereafter, and we both had just
collapsed trying to catch our breath. We both lay there
for a bit talking about how great of an orgasm.
We both just had a bit more talking, and the
next thing I know, she started kissing on me and
then worked her way to my chest and now onto
my rising cock, and she began to lick me clean.
Once she had it all clean and hard as a
rock again, she climbed on top of me. Oh my god, ladies,
if you truly knew how much men enjoy cowgirl, and
slid me into her and started grinding away. Now that
our first time was over and she was starting round two,
I was able to control myself much better. Rachel started
back and forth motions, but long before she started to
come again, our beautiful juices started to flow all over
me and the bed. She had at least eight or
nine more orgasms before I rolled her over and pounded
her as hard as I could. I could tell she
had gone into some orgasmic trance that was only stopped
by me coming my second time. She grabbed me and
held me there, wanting to feel my cock go limp,
and eventually slid out of her. Luckily, this cheap hotel
did have a couple of bottles of water in the room,
so I got up and got a hot washcloth in
the water, and we laid there and talked for a
bit more about our likes and dislikes, both sexual and
non sexual, quenching our thirst. As we realized how much
time had passed, we talked about how both wanted to
continue this and see where it led. We got up
and started getting dressed, and she reached over and pinched
my nipple and I playfully returned the favor, and that
through the switch for the few clothes that we had
to put on come off again. This time was a
tad bit different. As we kissed, my cock was starting
get hard again. She turned around for a little doggie,
or so I thought, as I went to slide in
that steaming hot pussy of hers, she reached around and said, no,
not there, and guided my cock into her ass. I
only thought she had a tight little pussy. At first,
I didn't think it would go in, as I'm pretty grothy.
With a little effort on both of our parts, the
head finally popped in with a little audible pop, and
Rachel gasped and became totally silent for the first time
since we walked into the room, knowing her silence could
mean several things. I slowly pushed on and watching how
Rachel twitched and moved as I worried that I might
hurt her. Before long, I was balls deep in her ass,
and she started to moan and move back and forth.
I let her lead this exercise, as I truly did
not want to send her home injured. It was amazing
how Rachel slowly built up a head steam, sliding my
cock in and out of herself. I just stood there
on my knees watching her. It didn't take her long
as she was full pound mode, and before I knew it,
she was squirting all over us in the bed again.
I've been with several women in my past as squirted,
but never has anyone past our presence squirted as much
as Rachel did. That day. She had several more orgasms,
and we literally lost count as to how many she got.
I finally blew my third and final load into her ass.
We laid there a few more minutes before she noticed
what time it was and said, shit, I gotta go
so he doesn't beat me home. I spoke to her
the next day and she said she was walking in
the back door and he was walking into the front door.
He asked her why she was all sweaty and frazzled
looking as she told him it'd just been a rough
day and she didn't want to talk about it. Rachel
and I met on several more times at the same
hotel and her home when he was out of town,
and even met at a cemetery a few times. It
was fun and a freaky right up until the groundskeeper
walked up on us laying on the blanket butt ass
naked in a secluded part of the cemetery in the
middle of the day. He was nice enough and said
that we needed to get out of there, and that
he was going to walk slowly back to the office,
and we've gone by the time he got there. He
wouldn't call the police. The funny thing is we got dressed.
He walked away and he made the comment thanks. I
enjoyed that. Thanks Josh, Hello, Josh, so has anybody I
know it's not called this, but I only know it
as the Pinia Kalada song. Josh, I really thought this
was going to be like the Pinya Kalada song, just
saying I kind of the way things are going. I
was like, you watch they dressed this up. But no,
so I'm not saying I wished it would have because
it was hot. I really would love to hear the
we've never had the story out of a cemetery. Oh
you watch, We're gonna get symons terry stories now, guys,
I mean, each of their own wherever you guys want
to do it right. There's something about friends with benefits.
They can be dangerous. They very much can, especially if
someone wants to be more than the bee and not
a bitch. Sometimes having a friends with benefits does help.
And no judgment on my part whatsoever, I've been one,
and I remember the guy saying, you know, how do
He said something to the effect of, because I mean,
it's just so long ago. He said, I thought you
would fall for me. I'm like, that's I mean, I
could have. But it was very clear on what he wanted,
but obviously went and clear what he wanted in his head.
What gets me is when you guys write in and
for somebody will write in and there's a line that
a few of you have written time and time again
in the last couple of weeks, and it's where you
guys stop and you ask the other person, are you sure,
And it always brings me back to a memory of
It wasn't a friends with benefits story, that's for sure,
but it's very special. So I only will tell you
a tiny bit. So I was out of town and
I had been talking to this person for a long time.
We never met, and it was just one of those
what the fuck? And I drove there and got a
condo and they happened to be in town for whatever reason,
and we met up and yeah, I remember kind of
like this. We didn't rip each other's clothes off. I mean,
trust me, there was very big intentions and really wanting to,
but it was very nice to put a name with
a face. And I don't remember what led us from
wine on the couch to the bedroom. I don't remember
at all. It could have been kissing. I don't know.
It's very much a blur, but I do remember stopping
and asking him was he sure? And he asked back,
and I think my comment was I wouldn't have drove
thousands of miles if I would, because I did. I
drove a couple thousand, not quite cross country, but middle
country to the other side. So yeah, that was my answer.
So then we went at it and we did it
for a week, and yes, it's one of the best
sex romantic weeks I've one of them I've ever had,
and it's very much up there, and I do think
about it quite often, especially when you guys write are
you sure? So that one always just flitters to the
top of my my mind. So thank you to each
one of you guys. When you do put that that,
it's a very special moment in my life, and it
does flipped to my mind. Could you have a friends
with benefits? You know, either you know for their like
a reason of they are or just because friends with
benefits can mean lots of things. I mean, you could
have a very very busy work life or whatever type
of life you know, and a relationship just does not
fit in at the moment, and that's okay. You know,
being honest about what you're looking for in whatever type
of relationship, either romantic or just sexual, is a good
place to be. It's a very honest place to be,
and it's if that's where you want it to stay,
it's very it's a very good place to keep it
in check as well. So I'm for friends with benefits
I'm supportive for that. There's, like I said, no reason
not to have one if you want to go that.
Oh I mean, I don't leave one right now. I
have enough hand. I have my hands busy with what
I have, So take that where you want it. What
about you? I really want to know. I think this
is a perfect place to stop for the day. I
want to thank you again for joining me. No announcements
this week. Still still trying to catch up with jet
Like it's not as bad as it was last week,
but oh every not every day, not definitely, not every day,
but like once a week. I'm like, okay, it's time
a nap, and I do have to go recharge for
like half an hour. But I'm still going to bed
really early, about eight thirty. It feels like two thirty
in the morning, and I'm dragging to stay awake. I'm
trying to stay up a little later each night, just
get the swing of things. And I'm still laking up
bright eyed, bushy tailed at for am I really need
to get best that because it sucks. And In closing, Hello, lover,
why don't you come on over? You know we can
relift some of the things that we just did what
do you think I really want to know, And until
the next time, ladies and gentlemen, have a fucking fabulous week.