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Speaker 1: So this happened about two years ago. Now it's taken
Speaker 1: some time for me to be okay about telling the
Speaker 1: story as I am now. For a long time, I
Speaker 1: kept it entirely to myself in my incognito browser, as
Speaker 1: I googled for reassurance that I was not the only one.
Speaker 1: But look, it's been a while, I've grown up a bit,
Speaker 1: and I realized I can't keep a story like this
Speaker 1: to myself forever. It honestly just wins too many conversation
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Speaker 1: would be a shame to give up those victories. Anyway.
Speaker 1: First things first, I'm a heterosexual woman, and I use
Speaker 1: tender to avoid having to hook up with the local
Speaker 1: guys when all I want is casual relationship. It's a
Speaker 1: small town, and if you've ever lived in one of those,
Speaker 1: you'll understand instantly what I mean. So I get this
Speaker 1: guy to drive here, a three hour trip for him.
Speaker 1: We meet in public to make sure he's not a
Speaker 1: serial killer or whatever, and to see if we get
Speaker 1: on as a person. I don't feel super attracted to him,
Speaker 1: like we're not clicking, but it's whatever. He has a
Speaker 1: penis as in my age bracket, and isn't super gross hindn't.
Speaker 1: He's driven three hours to see me, and I'm super
Speaker 1: horny desperate, so I bring him home. We get to
Speaker 1: my place and things get hot and heavy rather quickly.
Speaker 1: We go straight to the bedroom. He's a little rougher
Speaker 1: than I usually go for. I like to joke that
Speaker 1: my kink is pretending that you actually love me. But again,
Speaker 1: it's fine. I'm horny and I'm taking what I can
Speaker 1: get at the stage right now, Bear in mind that
Speaker 1: I've been nervous all day. I hadn't eaten breakfast, and
Speaker 1: just a couple cups of coffee the night before, though
Speaker 1: I'd eaten Indian food, Just putting that out there. Back
Speaker 1: to the sex. He was rougher and than I'd been expecting.
Speaker 1: It had been months since I'd gotten laid. We started
Speaker 1: off doggy style, but within a few minutes I decided
Speaker 1: I wanted to be a bit more in control, and
Speaker 1: I initiate a position switch. Now I'm on top, and
Speaker 1: it's a lot better for me. It's less about how
Speaker 1: he likes it and more about how I want it.
Speaker 1: I get down low, my head close to his shoulder,
Speaker 1: and I'm just doing my thing when suddenly he grabs
Speaker 1: me by the hips and starts doing this whole other thing,
Speaker 1: his thing aggressively, and maybe because I'd already been so close,
Speaker 1: it was just all way too much for me, and
Speaker 1: I felt myself coming hard, except I'm just not coming.
Speaker 1: It all happens so quickly, but I think I came
Speaker 1: while I farted, but it was actually sharp, not a
Speaker 1: big one or a lot because I hadn't eaten much,
Speaker 1: but with a bit of liquid too, and god, it
Speaker 1: smelt so bad because the Indian food I had the
Speaker 1: night before too. I froze, He froze. He started looking
Speaker 1: disgusted to say what, But before he'd even finished getting
Speaker 1: the word out, I jumped up and off him, not
Speaker 1: quickly enough to avoid seeing what I'd done on him,
Speaker 1: and ran to the bathroom in a wide eyed panic.
Speaker 1: This is never and has as never happened since to
Speaker 1: me before I have Oh my god, I have never
Speaker 1: heard of it happening to anyone else before either. This
Speaker 1: is awful. I was in tears, moaning no no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Speaker 1: over and over to myself as I heard him walk
Speaker 1: up to the hallway, not call my name from outside
Speaker 1: the bathroom and knock again. I did not respond. I
Speaker 1: could not respond. I didn't know what to say. Eventually
Speaker 1: he came in because I mean he had to shower, right,
Speaker 1: of course he did. Yeah, so that happened, and it
Speaker 1: was an awkward and terrible silent. I still don't know
Speaker 1: what to fucking say. What the hell can you say?
Speaker 1: I was also still crying and saying no lol. He
Speaker 1: only took a minute anyway, grabbed a tail and left
Speaker 1: with it. I closed the bathroom door behind him, waiting
Speaker 1: till long after he had left to go to the
Speaker 1: bedroom change the sheets. He had, of course already unmatched
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Speaker 1: I don't know. Oh my god. No, it's never happened
Speaker 1: to me. I am not in that group. And I'm
Speaker 1: sorry this was a bad I'm sorry if I brought
Speaker 1: up a bad Mary for you. Oh my god. I
Speaker 1: can honestly say that I have never now, I have
Speaker 1: queafed once, because I mean, that's just it makes sense,
Speaker 1: especially you know, it just makes sense. But I have
Speaker 1: never sharded over anybody. Yeah, oh my god. Okay, So
Speaker 1: we're going to start a thing. If you have stories
Speaker 1: like yes, I would like to. You know, laughter does
Speaker 1: leave to great sex. And if you can't laugh during sex,
Speaker 1: I don't know if I could laugh during this. Yeah,
Speaker 1: you turn it around, right, especially if you're just looking
Speaker 1: for a hookup. He drove three hours and got sharded
Speaker 1: on Could you imagine this man's story? Oh my god?
Speaker 1: Oh yeah, Darcy was right on this one. We didn't
Speaker 1: know what to do with it. So I think I
Speaker 1: think we should add this in. I think this made
Speaker 1: me I want to delve into this. So if you
Speaker 1: have something funny and I might repost this to next
Speaker 1: week's show, just because it's too good not to share.
Speaker 1: Definitely right in. I would love to hear miss. Perhaps
Speaker 1: we all have them, right, we're just embarrassed to talk
Speaker 1: about them. And what way is to get it off
Speaker 1: your chest and somewhere anonymously just saying it? You know,
Speaker 1: a time it is, It's time to sit back, relax,
Speaker 1: let's have a whiskey. There's some filthy cherries, of course,
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Speaker 1: and me. Dear Nigie, I need to get something off
Speaker 1: my chest. I'm married, I love my wife, and I
Speaker 1: want to make it clear right away. I'm not gay.
Speaker 1: I have no interest in men, no interest in penis.
Speaker 1: I love women, I love vagina. But I have this
Speaker 1: side of me that most people would never know about.
Speaker 1: It started small. I tried on boys short panties once,
Speaker 1: just out of curiosity, and I liked how soft they felt.
Speaker 1: From there, it grew thongs, yoga shorts. My wife knows
Speaker 1: about those. She gives me shit about it in a
Speaker 1: playful way, but she doesn't realize that it goes further.
Speaker 1: When she's not around. I'll sometimes put on her sports bras,
Speaker 1: her bralettes, even her lingerie, And when I do, I
Speaker 1: feel something I can't really explain. I feel sexy, I
Speaker 1: feel feminine, I feel free in a way I don't
Speaker 1: get to feel otherwise. Part of me thinks it comes
Speaker 1: from a mismatch in our sex drives. This fills a
Speaker 1: space that empty sometimes. But it's not just about sex.
Speaker 1: It's about how it makes me feel like I'm tapping
Speaker 1: into this hidden side of myself that's always been there.
Speaker 1: I don't want this to sound like a betrayal of
Speaker 1: my wife, because it's not replacing her. It's just this
Speaker 1: part of me that I keep locked away, and I
Speaker 1: guess I'm confessing it here because I want someone to
Speaker 1: hear it out loud. Chris Hullo, Chris, how are you?
Speaker 1: This is actually way more common than you think. I
Speaker 1: can't tell you how many men and would call and
Speaker 1: tell me about this. I actually had a long standing regular,
Speaker 1: no name here, but he would he when he first
Speaker 1: started calling, he would talk about the boys shorts as
Speaker 1: you were saying, that we wear, but they were it
Speaker 1: was just the way they felt inside me and knew
Speaker 1: there was always more, because there's always more. When they
Speaker 1: call it, they always start with the fragment, like you
Speaker 1: were saying, just that little step, but an all honesty.
Speaker 1: He liked to wear women's lingerie and he had I'm
Speaker 1: not saying this is your case or everybody's case, but
Speaker 1: he had such a high stressful job the exact opposite
Speaker 1: made him like decompressed, kind of like a stress ball
Speaker 1: in a way, and he would dress up well. He
Speaker 1: also liked to vibe himself. So I've talked about him
Speaker 1: before where he took I can't think of the toy
Speaker 1: right now, but he would wrap it around him and
Speaker 1: he would take bandage though it didn't pull any hair,
Speaker 1: but I think he was shaved, he said, and we
Speaker 1: would vibe him and he would get off that way.
Speaker 1: And he did it every week with me once a week.
Speaker 1: And he would wear his panties. And these are the
Speaker 1: thinner ones, not the boy shorts, but the speedo like
Speaker 1: regular panties or the gosh. I wish I would know
Speaker 1: my beauties. They weren't complete thongs. He wore thongs, but
Speaker 1: he at work he preferred not to wear them. So
Speaker 1: but going back to you, it was a really good
Speaker 1: Did he like it? Yes, But he also told me
Speaker 1: he said he loves women, absolutely loves women. Wasn't in
Speaker 1: a dick, didn't want dick, nothing else. It was just
Speaker 1: this is his way of the softer side of him
Speaker 1: after being such a hard, hard ass, you know, and
Speaker 1: what with the position he had. So I don't see
Speaker 1: anything wrong with this. And you're not alone, like I said,
Speaker 1: I can't tell you how many men you know, and
Speaker 1: he didn't. It was a way for him to decompress
Speaker 1: or like they tell somebody that's just needs a moment
Speaker 1: to go touch grass. So his was the soft feelings
Speaker 1: of lingerie where somebody might go and listen to different
Speaker 1: mega hurts to decompress. You know, you know how you
Speaker 1: can go. YouTube's a great one where it helps with
Speaker 1: the anxiety and everything else, but your brain basically needs
Speaker 1: an opposite effect, like a lemon if you know, lemons
Speaker 1: can also do it. Or the rubber band around your
Speaker 1: wrist snap, snap, snap, and it changes the focus of
Speaker 1: your brain like it, you know, that kind of thing
Speaker 1: before they take medicine or whatever. Not saying anybody sick
Speaker 1: here or anything else. If this helps whatever you need
Speaker 1: and makes you feel that way in a positive way,
Speaker 1: I am one hundred percent for it. I don't see
Speaker 1: anything wrong with this. If this makes you feel great,
Speaker 1: if it makes you feel in touch with who you are,
Speaker 1: it doesn't make you anything but you, And no judgment
Speaker 1: for anybody here. We all have something, you know, is
Speaker 1: like I say, we all have something mine. I like
Speaker 1: to go touch grass. I remember when you know I
Speaker 1: do have xanax, I honestly do. And I hate taking
Speaker 1: the shit. And if you are know me personally, I
Speaker 1: wait to the very last minute where I should have
Speaker 1: took it two hours ago, because I do all the
Speaker 1: things that you know that beforehand listen to the megaharts,
Speaker 1: go touch grass. You know, if I have a limit,
Speaker 1: I even try that, you know, but sometimes you just
Speaker 1: gotta take it. But I've also found another way. Masturbation
Speaker 1: is another one of mine. You know, there's sometimes I
Speaker 1: know that when I'm te too keyed up too often.
Speaker 1: See I also speak fast. When I'm onto something or
Speaker 1: just a little bit riled, I have to go masturbate
Speaker 1: and I need one of those deep orgasms that I
Speaker 1: know is going to go to my spine, to my
Speaker 1: brain and it it's just like an It just like
Speaker 1: it's a release. So if something that someone else would
Speaker 1: seem odd helps you release and become yourself again, and
Speaker 1: it's positive, who the fuck cares what alpha male or
Speaker 1: mega bitch down the street feels like it, because I'm
Speaker 1: guaranteeing you the first person that says something has something
Speaker 1: weirder than you or they. It's more it's like the
Speaker 1: stupid kindergarten saying, you maybe pointing one finger at me,
Speaker 1: but you've got four fingers in the thumb maybe depending
Speaker 1: on how you're pointing back at you. So Chris, embrace it.
Speaker 1: I'm proud of you for trusting me with this you
Speaker 1: have me really smiling today, Dear Nikki. This was in
Speaker 1: sophomore year of college. I was twenty long, blonde hair,
Speaker 1: five ten and in a varsity of a swim team
Speaker 1: on our university. We have national competitions that would make
Speaker 1: or break it for me. When in continuously meant I
Speaker 1: got to keep my scholarship, Losing meant I lost everything
Speaker 1: and would have to pay for my own tuition. We
Speaker 1: weren't rich, so I really had to grind every day
Speaker 1: during training to make sure that I won all my meats.
Speaker 1: I did pretty well my freshman year. I won a
Speaker 1: few here and there. Then I started with the college parties,
Speaker 1: making a new friends and getting into orgies and meeting guys,
Speaker 1: which kind of screwed up my momentum. I was almost
Speaker 1: always last. I decided, Okay, fuck it, I'll start taking
Speaker 1: it seriously again. To qualify for my scholarship, I'd have
Speaker 1: to be invaluable to our team. But I kept just
Speaker 1: not meeting the mark because this one bitch would absolutely
Speaker 1: destroy me during the race. I didn't know what to do.
Speaker 1: I kept training, but it was not just fast enough.
Speaker 1: One day, I was drinking with my friends at a
Speaker 1: bar near our campus and I saw her there, curly
Speaker 1: brown hair, long legs, hot ass shit. I guess she
Speaker 1: decided that day that bras weren't her thing because you
Speaker 1: could fully see her tits through her t shirt. I
Speaker 1: was quietly judgmental back then. I admit I was a
Speaker 1: little bit buzzed and had a few shots, so the
Speaker 1: only confidence I needed to blast her. I was fuming
Speaker 1: she was the only thing getting in between me and
Speaker 1: my win. I came up to her completely expect a
Speaker 1: mean entry, but she hugged me and said, oh my god. Hi.
Speaker 1: She was red and hot too, probably drank a bit
Speaker 1: more than me. I felt her boobs press up against mine.
Speaker 1: I was blurry up until that point. I've only really
Speaker 1: liked to fuck guys. I never questioned my sexuality ever,
Speaker 1: so it must have been the alcohol. We talked a little,
Speaker 1: no flirting, just serious talk about our matches. It was
Speaker 1: casual until I brought up her beating me at every
Speaker 1: single race. That's not my fault, babe, She joked, yeah,
Speaker 1: but fuck, could you just slow down a bit? Maybe
Speaker 1: you need to speed up. I took a shot. I
Speaker 1: was dazed. I had nothing to lose. What can I
Speaker 1: do to get you to lose for once. She stared
Speaker 1: me straight in the eyes and teased, I don't know
Speaker 1: what can you do. I wasn't sure what she meant,
Speaker 1: but I probably six shots in. I could feel her
Speaker 1: hot break on my face. My heart was pounding, so
Speaker 1: I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. She
Speaker 1: was so soft, tasted like alcohol, but who fucking cared.
Speaker 1: I could feel my pussy vibrating, and she grabbed me
Speaker 1: back too. I could hear our friends saying holy shit
Speaker 1: in the background, but I didn't give a fuck because
Speaker 1: I could feel her tongue in my mouth. I pulled
Speaker 1: away for a second. I had to contemplate. I pretended
Speaker 1: to check my phone and said I had to go.
Speaker 1: I wasn't gay, I wasn't fucking a girl for anything.
Speaker 1: I left the bar and didn't see her until our
Speaker 1: next race. I lost again. I was pissed. I stayed
Speaker 1: in the locker room for hours until everyone left. I
Speaker 1: walked out into the pool area. She was there again.
Speaker 1: She said she saw me get angry and waited for me.
Speaker 1: I sat at the edge of the pool and she
Speaker 1: sat next to me. I was still frustrated at that point.
Speaker 1: My coach said, I had one chance to win a
Speaker 1: meet or else I'm out. Can you throw? I asked hesitantly,
Speaker 1: Like what a ball? I thought she was fucking gorgeous,
Speaker 1: but dumbest shit. Okay, so I was just an insecure
Speaker 1: bitch at the time. No, Like, can you throw a
Speaker 1: race for me? I can't lose another one. I'm fucked
Speaker 1: if I do. What's in it for me? It's just
Speaker 1: the third spot, just to swim faster. Yeah, I can't
Speaker 1: even get the fucking third place. I kicked the water
Speaker 1: and she gets a little wet. I haven't changed out
Speaker 1: of my suit, but she's already in a shirt and
Speaker 1: the shortest shorts I've ever could imagine. Her tits were gorgeous.
Speaker 1: I was jealous more than I was attracted to her.
Speaker 1: She looked at me. I was nervous. I didn't know
Speaker 1: if she had anything good to say. Give me something
Speaker 1: and I'll throw. She promised, what do you want? I like,
Speaker 1: have zero money in my bank account? Nuh, she whispered,
Speaker 1: then grab the back of my head and kissed me again.
Speaker 1: Her hand made its way down to my thighs, and
Speaker 1: I jumped a little. I've never done this before. I
Speaker 1: could feel her fingers moving slowly towards my pussy. I
Speaker 1: trembled at the thought that she put her fingers inside me.
Speaker 1: She took my hand and zipped her shorts, making me
Speaker 1: touch her too. I nudged away a little. Do you
Speaker 1: want me to throw or what? She pulled me back
Speaker 1: closer to her. I tried my best with what I knew.
Speaker 1: I softly touched her clip, rubbing it in circles while
Speaker 1: kissing her. I heard her moan a little, so I
Speaker 1: thought I must be doing something right. She kissed me
Speaker 1: harder and pushed me on to the cold tiled floor.
Speaker 1: It was dark, but I could see her face. Her
Speaker 1: curls fell into her eyes, and she tucked them behind
Speaker 1: her ears and kissed me more. She sat up and
Speaker 1: pulled my suit to the side and put two fingers
Speaker 1: inside me. I almost screamed. Her middle and ring fingers
Speaker 1: were bent in a way that I could feel the
Speaker 1: tips at the roof of my pussy. I felt like
Speaker 1: I was going to pee. I've never had a finger
Speaker 1: or fuck me like this before. She rubbed my clit
Speaker 1: with her thumb while the other hand fucked me with
Speaker 1: her fingers. I wanted to scream I've never felt like
Speaker 1: this before. I knew it was coming, so I held
Speaker 1: my breath and closed my eyes shut. I felt an
Speaker 1: explosion inside my body. I exhaled loudly for what felt
Speaker 1: like I was going to die. She was so fucking good.
Speaker 1: She pulled my swimsuit back in order and said, get
Speaker 1: dressed and I'll wait. At that point, I was willing
Speaker 1: to do whatever the fuck she wanted. I didn't even
Speaker 1: care if she threw any more. I wanted more. I
Speaker 1: got dressed quickly and ran out, and we walked to
Speaker 1: her car. She drove us to her apartment. When we
Speaker 1: got in, she immediately took her shorts off. Her legs
Speaker 1: are gorgeous. She was one of the hottest girls I've
Speaker 1: ever met. She gave me a glass of water and
Speaker 1: asked if I wanted a snack. I said no. She
Speaker 1: had a studio apartment, so we immediately sat on her bed.
Speaker 1: I'm going to teach you how to do me, she whispered.
Speaker 1: She tucked my hair behind my ears and kissed me softly. Again.
Speaker 1: She lied down and took her underwear off. If you
Speaker 1: don't want to do it, it's fine, but I want
Speaker 1: to teach you. She said, no, it's okay. What do
Speaker 1: I do? She spread her legs and told me to
Speaker 1: get down there. She asked, what do you like to feel?
Speaker 1: Do that to me? I realized she wanted me to
Speaker 1: eat her out. I've never really had a guide to
Speaker 1: do that to me before. Okay, like this, take your
Speaker 1: tongue and tap my clit softly. Then just do the
Speaker 1: same when you're playing with your clit to look it
Speaker 1: fast until I tell you to stop. I did my best.
Speaker 1: I got my tongue as wet as I could and
Speaker 1: licked her clit softly. I felt her jump a little.
Speaker 1: I did it more. I took two fingers, the same
Speaker 1: one she used on me and did what she did
Speaker 1: to me. Licked her pussy fast and pulled my fingers
Speaker 1: in and out of her too. I licked and licked
Speaker 1: until she said fuck. She sat up and held my face.
Speaker 1: Thank you, she exhaled. She pushed me on my back
Speaker 1: and kissed me on the lips, then on the neck.
Speaker 1: Then she took my shirt off and kissed my chest.
Speaker 1: She sucked on my right nibbles softly while she twisted
Speaker 1: the other with her fingers. She pushed my legs open
Speaker 1: and took my shorts and underwear off. She went down
Speaker 1: on me too. She licked my clip the same way
Speaker 1: I did, but I feel like she was better, way better.
Speaker 1: I felt it everywhere in my body. Her hands were
Speaker 1: rubbing my inner thighs while she just pulsed her tongue
Speaker 1: on my clip. I fucking came on her face. Her
Speaker 1: mouth was so wet. I loved every minute of it.
Speaker 1: My heart was pounding. When she sat up, she lied
Speaker 1: down next to me. We fucked more the entire night.
Speaker 1: When we were finished, I wasn't sure if I wanted
Speaker 1: to ask her to throw the game from me. I
Speaker 1: took a nap, then booked a ride. In the morning.
Speaker 1: She offered to give me a ride or get breakfast,
Speaker 1: but I just wanted to go home and take a shower.
Speaker 1: I was conflicted at that point. She was so fucking
Speaker 1: great and beautiful, but I had to figure a lot
Speaker 1: of shit out too. I didn't see her until the
Speaker 1: next match she threw. I got third place, which was
Speaker 1: good enough to keep me around the team until I
Speaker 1: tried even harder. I never talked to her again after that.
Speaker 1: I also eventually gave up on swimming after a year.
Speaker 1: She gave me the best sex of my life. At
Speaker 1: that point, and a year of tuition, I realized I
Speaker 1: was too straight to pursue her seriously. She was my
Speaker 1: typical experimental college phase, Heather. I think we all have
Speaker 1: a experimental college phase. I think I've told you mine.
Speaker 1: Mine wasn't quite as nice. Yeah, not as nice as
Speaker 1: all at all. It was a little odd. But I
Speaker 1: do think we should experiment, not just say Okay, college
Speaker 1: is over, let's stop experimenting. And I actually hate that phase,
Speaker 1: you know, because in college you experiment, and you know
Speaker 1: after that you're supposed to just hang up and not
Speaker 1: be experiment Just it feels so okay, after this, it's
Speaker 1: no more fun, no more this, no more that we're
Speaker 1: supposed to be and only be this. And I absolutely
Speaker 1: hate that. I've always hated that phrase. It doesn't mean
Speaker 1: that it's there's decorum and things happen, you know, in
Speaker 1: certain situations. But I don't ever think we should stop experimenting.
Speaker 1: I mean, I'm glad Howther realized that she was too straight,
Speaker 1: But does it mean that she can't play with women
Speaker 1: but not want to romantically be with them Alte not.
Speaker 1: I don't think she should rule that out. I mean,
Speaker 1: but unless she can honestly say, you know, yeah, it
Speaker 1: was a one time thing. I you know, I'm not
Speaker 1: really interested at this point. It's you know, going down
Speaker 1: that road. I don't know, it just kind of left,
Speaker 1: like you know, She's just it was once it was done,
Speaker 1: it was great and I'll never do it again. And
Speaker 1: that's a shame. But that's honestly how she feels. Then
Speaker 1: none of us can change that. And I'm not gonna
Speaker 1: shame her for taking that stance. I'm glad she was
Speaker 1: conflicted about asking her to throw, because I don't know
Speaker 1: how many you know about swimming, and I can think
Speaker 1: of a few other sports that are like this. I
Speaker 1: could come down to the mill a seconds you know,
Speaker 1: your college tuish and can come down to you know,
Speaker 1: hundreds of seconds and being fourth place, and you know,
Speaker 1: I couldn't imagine going that far. And you know, I swam.
Speaker 1: I didn't pursue going that far with it. I maybe
Speaker 1: should have, but I couldn't imagine the stress of having
Speaker 1: that on my shoulders, plus being attracted and wanting to
Speaker 1: experiment and yet yeah, yeah, yeah, I just I don't
Speaker 1: think I would cope. Well, so kudos for you on that, Heather,
Speaker 1: if you had a chance to experiment again and your
Speaker 1: college phase, or even if you didn't go to college,
Speaker 1: you're said and said after high school stage, you know,
Speaker 1: the couple years where I guess it's a grace period
Speaker 1: until you know responsibility. I don't know. Some of us
Speaker 1: took the College of Life. So if you took the
Speaker 1: College of Life, are we still in our college experimental phase?
Speaker 1: That's a great question. I think. Kudos for me for
Speaker 1: thinking of it. I really hope none of you have
Speaker 1: hung up your experimental phase. You're here so obviously you
Speaker 1: you probably haven't were thinking about starting your experimental face.
Speaker 1: And that's great. Experimental phases changes through life, just like
Speaker 1: you know now, I kind of like broccoli when I
Speaker 1: couldn't stand years ago. It's stunk, But you know, I
Speaker 1: don't mind stuff anymore. I'll eat it. So what I'm
Speaker 1: saying is our mental phases did change and grow, and
Speaker 1: I think as long as they're consensual and yeta, yaha, yeada,
Speaker 1: YadA and all the phase words here, I think we
Speaker 1: should embrace them. Of course, the corn please, and you know,
Speaker 1: as long as it's happening in there, let it happen.
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki. I enjoy listening to your podcast so much
Speaker 1: I felt I needed to contribute. This happened a few
Speaker 1: years ago when my wife and I were really rough
Speaker 1: patch and Craigslist was still going on. I placed an
Speaker 1: ad looking for our friends with benefits, not expecting anything
Speaker 1: to come of it, as ninety nine percent of my
Speaker 1: past experiences with dating sites and such was total bullshit.
Speaker 1: One day, though, I received a message that I skim
Speaker 1: passed in. Later that day, I get another message from
Speaker 1: the same person asking me why I would put and
Speaker 1: add there and not answer it. It caught my eye.
Speaker 1: This young lady, we'll call her Rachel, had accidentally sent
Speaker 1: me three or four messages wanting to meet before one
Speaker 1: last caught my eye. I messed her back and she
Speaker 1: replied back almost immediately. I asked her what she was
Speaker 1: looking for and where she was located, expecting her to
Speaker 1: be three states away, and she replied back that she
Speaker 1: was only about three miles away from where I was at,
Speaker 1: and she was looking for as I was, of French benefits.
Speaker 1: So after several messages, we agreed to meet at the
Speaker 1: local coffee chain and just see where it went. About
Speaker 1: Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the place and waited
Speaker 1: a bit to see if I could get a glimpse
Speaker 1: of her before I went inside. No such luck. I
Speaker 1: started thinking, Yeah, she's pulling my leg. So I'd decided
Speaker 1: to go ahead and go in and get a cup
Speaker 1: of Joe. I mean, no sense of going and not
Speaker 1: getting a cup of mud. Right just as I sat
Speaker 1: down with my coffee and my laptop, walks in this
Speaker 1: really cute sexy blonde about five to one and dressed
Speaker 1: very nicely. She stopped and looked around for me. I
Speaker 1: told her I'd be wearing a purple shirt, and I
Speaker 1: do mean purple. As soon as she spotted me, she
Speaker 1: got this really sexy smile on her face. She came
Speaker 1: over and sat down, and we introduced ourselves, and I
Speaker 1: asked her if I could get her a cup of coffee.
Speaker 1: She said, no, thanks, I don't drink coffee, but we
Speaker 1: can sit here and talk. So we talked about what
Speaker 1: I got us both at this point in our marriages.
Speaker 1: She was married to our high school sweetheart and a
Speaker 1: rocky thirty year marriage and had never been with anyone
Speaker 1: else but him. I let her know that my marriage
Speaker 1: not my first one, which started out like many with hot, sizzling, passionate,
Speaker 1: and somewhat kinky, but rapidly faded after a few years,
Speaker 1: but true love remained. We both let each other know
Speaker 1: that we had zero intentions of leaving our spouses, as
Speaker 1: we both had too much invested into our relationship. It
Speaker 1: wasn't long and I had finished my coffee and suggested
Speaker 1: that we continue our conversation outside of my truck, and
Speaker 1: she said, let's go. Walking out to my truck, I
Speaker 1: thought I'd be doing good to even get a kiss
Speaker 1: from this sexy vixen, much less anything else. I opened
Speaker 1: the door for her and then went around and got in,
Speaker 1: and as soon as I closed my door, she jumped
Speaker 1: over the console and laid a really hard, sexy kiss
Speaker 1: on me, sticking her tongue down my throat, and as
Speaker 1: soon as she pulled back, I returned the favor. We
Speaker 1: continued our kiss, and I started pulling in her shirt
Speaker 1: and working my way under her brawl to play with
Speaker 1: her nipples. As as soon as I got one of
Speaker 1: her nipples between my thumb and finger and started rolling around,
Speaker 1: she stopped the kiss and grasped hard several times. I
Speaker 1: asked her if it felt good, and it seemed like
Speaker 1: it took everything she had to utter out uh huh.
Speaker 1: I asked her if we needed to go somewhere else
Speaker 1: to continue this, and once again she uttered uh huh.
Speaker 1: With my free hand, I started the truck and asked her,
Speaker 1: are you sure, and she said, hell, yeah, I'm sure.
Speaker 1: So we broke hold of each other and headed to
Speaker 1: the hotel that was conveniently only a mile down the street.
Speaker 1: I got us a room towards the back, and when
Speaker 1: we went in, I closed the door and she whirled
Speaker 1: around and grabbed me shove against the wall, and I
Speaker 1: spun her around and pinned her up against the wall,
Speaker 1: where we started tearing each other's clothes off. Within three
Speaker 1: minutes of walking into the room, we were naked on
Speaker 1: the bed going to town. Our first time was quick,
Speaker 1: as we both had each other so worked up that
Speaker 1: she organed as soon as I slid into her. That
Speaker 1: orgasm was followed up in a short minute or two
Speaker 1: with a huge gussing oh as she led out a
Speaker 1: screaming moan that was sure to be heard down the street.
Speaker 1: I came very shortly thereafter, and we both had just
Speaker 1: collapsed trying to catch our breath. We both lay there
Speaker 1: for a bit talking about how great of an orgasm.
Speaker 1: We both just had a bit more talking, and the
Speaker 1: next thing I know, she started kissing on me and
Speaker 1: then worked her way to my chest and now onto
Speaker 1: my rising cock, and she began to lick me clean.
Speaker 1: Once she had it all clean and hard as a
Speaker 1: rock again, she climbed on top of me. Oh my god, ladies,
Speaker 1: if you truly knew how much men enjoy cowgirl, and
Speaker 1: slid me into her and started grinding away. Now that
Speaker 1: our first time was over and she was starting round two,
Speaker 1: I was able to control myself much better. Rachel started
Speaker 1: back and forth motions, but long before she started to
Speaker 1: come again, our beautiful juices started to flow all over
Speaker 1: me and the bed. She had at least eight or
Speaker 1: nine more orgasms before I rolled her over and pounded
Speaker 1: her as hard as I could. I could tell she
Speaker 1: had gone into some orgasmic trance that was only stopped
Speaker 1: by me coming my second time. She grabbed me and
Speaker 1: held me there, wanting to feel my cock go limp,
Speaker 1: and eventually slid out of her. Luckily, this cheap hotel
Speaker 1: did have a couple of bottles of water in the room,
Speaker 1: so I got up and got a hot washcloth in
Speaker 1: the water, and we laid there and talked for a
Speaker 1: bit more about our likes and dislikes, both sexual and
Speaker 1: non sexual, quenching our thirst. As we realized how much
Speaker 1: time had passed, we talked about how both wanted to
Speaker 1: continue this and see where it led. We got up
Speaker 1: and started getting dressed, and she reached over and pinched
Speaker 1: my nipple and I playfully returned the favor, and that
Speaker 1: through the switch for the few clothes that we had
Speaker 1: to put on come off again. This time was a
Speaker 1: tad bit different. As we kissed, my cock was starting
Speaker 1: get hard again. She turned around for a little doggie,
Speaker 1: or so I thought, as I went to slide in
Speaker 1: that steaming hot pussy of hers, she reached around and said, no,
Speaker 1: not there, and guided my cock into her ass. I
Speaker 1: only thought she had a tight little pussy. At first,
Speaker 1: I didn't think it would go in, as I'm pretty grothy.
Speaker 1: With a little effort on both of our parts, the
Speaker 1: head finally popped in with a little audible pop, and
Speaker 1: Rachel gasped and became totally silent for the first time
Speaker 1: since we walked into the room, knowing her silence could
Speaker 1: mean several things. I slowly pushed on and watching how
Speaker 1: Rachel twitched and moved as I worried that I might
Speaker 1: hurt her. Before long, I was balls deep in her ass,
Speaker 1: and she started to moan and move back and forth.
Speaker 1: I let her lead this exercise, as I truly did
Speaker 1: not want to send her home injured. It was amazing
Speaker 1: how Rachel slowly built up a head steam, sliding my
Speaker 1: cock in and out of herself. I just stood there
Speaker 1: on my knees watching her. It didn't take her long
Speaker 1: as she was full pound mode, and before I knew it,
Speaker 1: she was squirting all over us in the bed again.
Speaker 1: I've been with several women in my past as squirted,
Speaker 1: but never has anyone past our presence squirted as much
Speaker 1: as Rachel did. That day. She had several more orgasms,
Speaker 1: and we literally lost count as to how many she got.
Speaker 1: I finally blew my third and final load into her ass.
Speaker 1: We laid there a few more minutes before she noticed
Speaker 1: what time it was and said, shit, I gotta go
Speaker 1: so he doesn't beat me home. I spoke to her
Speaker 1: the next day and she said she was walking in
Speaker 1: the back door and he was walking into the front door.
Speaker 1: He asked her why she was all sweaty and frazzled
Speaker 1: looking as she told him it'd just been a rough
Speaker 1: day and she didn't want to talk about it. Rachel
Speaker 1: and I met on several more times at the same
Speaker 1: hotel and her home when he was out of town,
Speaker 1: and even met at a cemetery a few times. It
Speaker 1: was fun and a freaky right up until the groundskeeper
Speaker 1: walked up on us laying on the blanket butt ass
Speaker 1: naked in a secluded part of the cemetery in the
Speaker 1: middle of the day. He was nice enough and said
Speaker 1: that we needed to get out of there, and that
Speaker 1: he was going to walk slowly back to the office,
Speaker 1: and we've gone by the time he got there. He
Speaker 1: wouldn't call the police. The funny thing is we got dressed.
Speaker 1: He walked away and he made the comment thanks. I
Speaker 1: enjoyed that. Thanks Josh, Hello, Josh, so has anybody I
Speaker 1: know it's not called this, but I only know it
Speaker 1: as the Pinia Kalada song. Josh, I really thought this
Speaker 1: was going to be like the Pinya Kalada song, just
Speaker 1: saying I kind of the way things are going. I
Speaker 1: was like, you watch they dressed this up. But no,
Speaker 1: so I'm not saying I wished it would have because
Speaker 1: it was hot. I really would love to hear the
Speaker 1: we've never had the story out of a cemetery. Oh
Speaker 1: you watch, We're gonna get symons terry stories now, guys,
Speaker 1: I mean, each of their own wherever you guys want
Speaker 1: to do it right. There's something about friends with benefits.
Speaker 1: They can be dangerous. They very much can, especially if
Speaker 1: someone wants to be more than the bee and not
Speaker 1: a bitch. Sometimes having a friends with benefits does help.
Speaker 1: And no judgment on my part whatsoever, I've been one,
Speaker 1: and I remember the guy saying, you know, how do
Speaker 1: He said something to the effect of, because I mean,
Speaker 1: it's just so long ago. He said, I thought you
Speaker 1: would fall for me. I'm like, that's I mean, I
Speaker 1: could have. But it was very clear on what he wanted,
Speaker 1: but obviously went and clear what he wanted in his head.
Speaker 1: What gets me is when you guys write in and
Speaker 1: for somebody will write in and there's a line that
Speaker 1: a few of you have written time and time again
Speaker 1: in the last couple of weeks, and it's where you
Speaker 1: guys stop and you ask the other person, are you sure,
Speaker 1: And it always brings me back to a memory of
Speaker 1: It wasn't a friends with benefits story, that's for sure,
Speaker 1: but it's very special. So I only will tell you
Speaker 1: a tiny bit. So I was out of town and
Speaker 1: I had been talking to this person for a long time.
Speaker 1: We never met, and it was just one of those
Speaker 1: what the fuck? And I drove there and got a
Speaker 1: condo and they happened to be in town for whatever reason,
Speaker 1: and we met up and yeah, I remember kind of
Speaker 1: like this. We didn't rip each other's clothes off. I mean,
Speaker 1: trust me, there was very big intentions and really wanting to,
Speaker 1: but it was very nice to put a name with
Speaker 1: a face. And I don't remember what led us from
Speaker 1: wine on the couch to the bedroom. I don't remember
Speaker 1: at all. It could have been kissing. I don't know.
Speaker 1: It's very much a blur, but I do remember stopping
Speaker 1: and asking him was he sure? And he asked back,
Speaker 1: and I think my comment was I wouldn't have drove
Speaker 1: thousands of miles if I would, because I did. I
Speaker 1: drove a couple thousand, not quite cross country, but middle
Speaker 1: country to the other side. So yeah, that was my answer.
Speaker 1: So then we went at it and we did it
Speaker 1: for a week, and yes, it's one of the best
Speaker 1: sex romantic weeks I've one of them I've ever had,
Speaker 1: and it's very much up there, and I do think
Speaker 1: about it quite often, especially when you guys write are
Speaker 1: you sure? So that one always just flitters to the
Speaker 1: top of my my mind. So thank you to each
Speaker 1: one of you guys. When you do put that that,
Speaker 1: it's a very special moment in my life, and it
Speaker 1: does flipped to my mind. Could you have a friends
Speaker 1: with benefits? You know, either you know for their like
Speaker 1: a reason of they are or just because friends with
Speaker 1: benefits can mean lots of things. I mean, you could
Speaker 1: have a very very busy work life or whatever type
Speaker 1: of life you know, and a relationship just does not
Speaker 1: fit in at the moment, and that's okay. You know,
Speaker 1: being honest about what you're looking for in whatever type
Speaker 1: of relationship, either romantic or just sexual, is a good
Speaker 1: place to be. It's a very honest place to be,
Speaker 1: and it's if that's where you want it to stay,
Speaker 1: it's very it's a very good place to keep it
Speaker 1: in check as well. So I'm for friends with benefits
Speaker 1: I'm supportive for that. There's, like I said, no reason
Speaker 1: not to have one if you want to go that.
Speaker 1: Oh I mean, I don't leave one right now. I
Speaker 1: have enough hand. I have my hands busy with what
Speaker 1: I have, So take that where you want it. What
Speaker 1: about you? I really want to know. I think this
Speaker 1: is a perfect place to stop for the day. I
Speaker 1: want to thank you again for joining me. No announcements
Speaker 1: this week. Still still trying to catch up with jet
Speaker 1: Like it's not as bad as it was last week,
Speaker 1: but oh every not every day, not definitely, not every day,
Speaker 1: but like once a week. I'm like, okay, it's time
Speaker 1: a nap, and I do have to go recharge for
Speaker 1: like half an hour. But I'm still going to bed
Speaker 1: really early, about eight thirty. It feels like two thirty
Speaker 1: in the morning, and I'm dragging to stay awake. I'm
Speaker 1: trying to stay up a little later each night, just
Speaker 1: get the swing of things. And I'm still laking up
Speaker 1: bright eyed, bushy tailed at for am I really need
Speaker 1: to get best that because it sucks. And In closing, Hello, lover,
Speaker 1: why don't you come on over? You know we can
Speaker 1: relift some of the things that we just did what
Speaker 1: do you think I really want to know, And until
Speaker 1: the next time, ladies and gentlemen, have a fucking fabulous week.