Speaker 1: I want to welcome you to another sultry episode of
Speaker 1: Dear Nicky after Dark, wherever we dive deep into raw,
Speaker 1: unfiltered desires of our listeners. I'm your host, Nikki. I'm
Speaker 1: ready to share some steeping confessions that will have you
Speaker 1: rethinking worship, praise, and everything in between. Tonight's theme body
Speaker 1: worship and praise. Those moments when touch turns into devotion
Speaker 1: and words become the ultimate aphrodisiac. Buckle up, because we've
Speaker 1: got stories that range from sleepy surrenders to full on
Speaker 1: adoration sessions. In this episode, imagine waking up in the
Speaker 1: dead of a knight to a worshiped plea, only to
Speaker 1: surrender your body completely used desire and left craving more
Speaker 1: years later. A fantasy of being an altar for a
Speaker 1: starving man, his hands and mouthed reverent in his gratitude,
Speaker 1: filling over in every slow, savoring touch, and from the
Speaker 1: bath house to the bedroom, a hot life checks off
Speaker 1: her bucket list with crowd of admirers, but it's only
Speaker 1: one man's trembling worship that makes it sacred. That and
Speaker 1: so so much more. Tonight questions comes from a proud
Speaker 1: boyfriend exploring a praise dom and orgasm denial for the
Speaker 1: first time, Nikki, I'd love to hear your thoughts or
Speaker 1: an early experiences of you or your listeners had with
Speaker 1: orgasm denial. How did it feel for the first few times?
Speaker 1: Any favorite ways to build the teas in denial without
Speaker 1: feeling too arsh? Pitfalls to watch out for when you're
Speaker 1: just starting ideas taking it further, maybe longer, longer holds,
Speaker 1: public teasing, and maybe some reward systems. Do you guys
Speaker 1: practice in teas and denial those of you've listened for
Speaker 1: a really long time? No, I am a complete bitch.
Speaker 1: When I get worked up, I am. I'm a I
Speaker 1: would say bratty. I have one hundred braddy abe. Do
Speaker 1: you do you okay? And would you rather be on
Speaker 1: the giving teas and denial side or the receiving I'm
Speaker 1: great at giving. Oh, I love to give. That was
Speaker 1: my favorite thing working on the lines. When someone wanted
Speaker 1: to be edged in das, those were my favorite calls.
Speaker 1: You know, there's there's a guy that says he can
Speaker 1: edge for twelve hours, and I'm like, what max a week?
Speaker 1: The darcy says his I think after a few days
Speaker 1: he does wet dreams, so he has to. I think
Speaker 1: he does like every other day and drinks off the
Speaker 1: brit He beats you in your record deal. We'll have
Speaker 1: to ask him about it. Like me, my molars get
Speaker 1: a lot of pressure in them. Not only do I
Speaker 1: get cranky, my molars in the back get real big pressure.
Speaker 1: Like I'm not a toothache, just pressure, like you know
Speaker 1: how like you're coming down from a plane, you get
Speaker 1: the pressure in your jaw. It's like that twenty one
Speaker 1: days as of today. Oh, I'm smiling. I love to
Speaker 1: play with the caged ones. I'm just gonna put that
Speaker 1: out there right now. There is this toy and I
Speaker 1: cannot think of the name of it. If I think
Speaker 1: of it, I'll put it in the chat. But I've
Speaker 1: played with the guy that would wrap it around him
Speaker 1: and it looks like a big sperm to me. But
Speaker 1: it's pink, it's hot pink, and I think it's a lush.
Speaker 1: I have a lush to lush too. But he would
Speaker 1: wrap it around with a medical tape, so you know.
Speaker 1: But he was waxed down there or shaved so it
Speaker 1: didn't get caught in any hair, and he would put
Speaker 1: the the head of the sperm. It kind of got
Speaker 1: a little point, put it right at the base of
Speaker 1: his cock, and he would let me tease him. He
Speaker 1: give me full remote control. I'm went just thinking of it.
Speaker 1: I miss him. So I think we've answered these What
Speaker 1: I'm gonna ask anyway, what was your most memorable early
Speaker 1: experience with orgasm denial? How did it mix with the
Speaker 1: frustration anticipation? Change your dynamic A wand? I find the
Speaker 1: wands are too strong. I have both the magic wand
Speaker 1: and a Doxy. The doxy was a gift when I
Speaker 1: was over in the UK from a listener and it
Speaker 1: has a UK plug, so I only get to play
Speaker 1: with it when I go to the UK. But it's
Speaker 1: amazing and the other is okay, but I prefer my doxy.
Speaker 1: Do you have a doxy? I don't know if she'd
Speaker 1: be able to tease you in your cage. It's I
Speaker 1: find it more stronger than a magic wand. And what's
Speaker 1: one creative way you've built teas without crossing into harsh territory?
Speaker 1: And how did it heighten the praise element? Got it?
Speaker 1: So when she teases you with denial with your remote
Speaker 1: or vibe, I guess we're saying here, does she praise
Speaker 1: you as well? Do you like being humiliated and degradated
Speaker 1: and stuff like that, or is it just teased in denial?
Speaker 1: You enjoy the healmation aspect. We have several large toys
Speaker 1: that have we have to use on her. Well she vibes.
Speaker 1: There is a toy out there and if I find it,
Speaker 1: I'll send it to you that it kind of goes
Speaker 1: around your cage, depending on what kind of cage you have,
Speaker 1: and it's a grinder for her, but it also vibes
Speaker 1: and it vibes both of you, so it can vibe
Speaker 1: your cop because she's grinding her fucking I'll have to
Speaker 1: find it and send it to you. And no, they're
Speaker 1: not They're not a sponsor or anything like that. I
Speaker 1: just kind of stumbled across it. Yeah, I'll send it
Speaker 1: to you before we dive into the stories tonight. Here's
Speaker 1: a riddle to keep your mind occupied. I'll reveal the
Speaker 1: answer as always at the end. You stick your pull
Speaker 1: inside me, then furiously work me back and forth until
Speaker 1: something white shoots out. What am I abe? Is a
Speaker 1: genius at these By the way, watch him, he'll guess
Speaker 1: in two seconds. I'm kidding. I think he hates me
Speaker 1: when I do these up times up, abe, you know
Speaker 1: what time it is, guys, It is time to sit back, relax,
Speaker 1: Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries. Of course,
Speaker 1: you guys make me forget floor of these erotic fantasies
Speaker 1: with people just like you and me. You know, there's
Speaker 1: sometimes I do go completely blank on that and I
Speaker 1: have to go back where I wrote it in like
Speaker 1: the very very very very first episode in season one.
Speaker 1: It's like I forget there's some things that are the
Speaker 1: same throughout everything, and I completely just go blank. So
Speaker 1: forgive me on that one. I read, abes, I'm horrible
Speaker 1: at these you know what try This is why I
Speaker 1: should not read chat while I'm trying to read. So
Speaker 1: I know you haven't been here and this is your
Speaker 1: first time, so you're more than welcome to interact talk
Speaker 1: about the confession while I'm reading. I block the chat
Speaker 1: because as you can see why, I go completely blank.
Speaker 1: And how fun you two, Dear Nikki. I still get
Speaker 1: wet just thinking about it, even years later. Back then,
Speaker 1: I was out drinking with friends and by the end
Speaker 1: of the night I ended up crashing at one of
Speaker 1: the guy's places. We were sharing a bed, nothing planned,
Speaker 1: just two people too tired and buzzed to care about boundaries.
Speaker 1: I fell asleep on my side, facing away from him.
Speaker 1: In the middle of the night. I woke up to
Speaker 1: his breath hot against my hair. I'm so fucking horny,
Speaker 1: he whispered, I want you. My heart slammed in my chest,
Speaker 1: but instead of pulling away, I murmured back, half asleep,
Speaker 1: half days, do whatever you want, Annie did. His hand
Speaker 1: slid under my shirt and found my tits immediately. He
Speaker 1: squeezed them hard, twisted my nipples until they ached in
Speaker 1: the best way, pinching just enough to make me bite
Speaker 1: my lip to stay quiet. I could feel how rock
Speaker 1: hard he was pressing right against my ass through our clothes,
Speaker 1: grinding slow and deliberate, like he was trying to memorize
Speaker 1: my shape of me. My pussy throbbed, even though he
Speaker 1: hadn't touched me there yet. He grabbed my hand and
Speaker 1: wrapped my fingers around his cock, thick, pulsing, already leaking.
Speaker 1: He used my hand like a toy, stroking himself with
Speaker 1: it while he kept playing with my breast, tugging and
Speaker 1: rolling my nipples. Until I was squirming against him without
Speaker 1: meaning to. Then he shifted. He climbed over me, penning
Speaker 1: me face down on to the mattress, and started dry
Speaker 1: humping my ass through the thin pajama pants. The fiction
Speaker 1: was filthy, his dick sliding up and down my crack,
Speaker 1: the fabric bunching and catching his weight, pressing me deeper
Speaker 1: into the bed. I felt so used, so objectified, in
Speaker 1: the dark, and God I left every second of it.
Speaker 1: My clip was swollen and aching from the pressure alone.
Speaker 1: But he never went under my clothes. He just rattled
Speaker 1: against me like an animal until he came hard, groaning
Speaker 1: low in my ear and soaking the back of my pants.
Speaker 1: He rolled off. We both pretended to fall back to sleep,
Speaker 1: and we never spoke about it again, not once. But
Speaker 1: I think about it constantly when I'm alone, fingers between
Speaker 1: my legs. I replay the way he took what he
Speaker 1: wanted while I was half dreaming, The way he used
Speaker 1: my body without asking for permission after the first whispered yes.
Speaker 1: The dirtiness of it, the secrecy, the fact that I
Speaker 1: was basically just a warm hole for him to grind on.
Speaker 1: It still makes me come harder than almost anything else.
Speaker 1: I like being touched while I sleep. I like feeling
Speaker 1: helpless and desired at the same time. I crave for
Speaker 1: that feeling again so badly. Do you think there's something
Speaker 1: wrong with me for still getting off to it years later?
Speaker 1: Thanks for listening, Nikki, your secret admire There's something very
Speaker 1: hot about the surrender without full consent, if you're with
Speaker 1: somebody you actually trust and and giving that yes, you know,
Speaker 1: half a sleep and they take advantage of it. I
Speaker 1: have a question for him, though, or her, what's it
Speaker 1: about that feeling of being used in secrecy that still
Speaker 1: hits so hard for you years later? I think I
Speaker 1: can answer that for it's just the raw need of
Speaker 1: it from somebody, the raw need that you're right there
Speaker 1: and they're going to use you for whatever sexual gratification,
Speaker 1: and sometimes that can be hot. Well, actually, I think
Speaker 1: always as long as there's consent involved. And for you listening,
Speaker 1: have you ever replayed a half sleep encounter like this
Speaker 1: in your fantasies? And what makes it so intoxicated? All?
Speaker 1: Thank you? Caged. Yeah, if I've told a lot of
Speaker 1: people this, if you meet me in person, this is
Speaker 1: exactly what you're going to get. I'm I don't know
Speaker 1: how to fake it. I mean, not even an orgasm.
Speaker 1: I don't even know how to fake well. I do
Speaker 1: for bone sex, that is, but not like in real life.
Speaker 1: So have we ever had someone take advantage? I don't
Speaker 1: even want to say that because consent was given. So
Speaker 1: what do you guys think? Oh see, I like both.
Speaker 1: I prefer the one waking the person up. There's just
Speaker 1: something happened of I don't know. I mean it's happened,
Speaker 1: trust me. Like at two thirty in the morning, they
Speaker 1: rolled over and just went to town which I was
Speaker 1: half asleep, and came very hard and was properly fucked.
Speaker 1: And I've done the reversal where they're asleep and look
Speaker 1: them up with my mouth and may or may not
Speaker 1: have just wrote them into wakeness. So that's my story
Speaker 1: and I'm sticking with it. Ay, what about you, Dear Nikki,
Speaker 1: I've been I'm single for longer than I care to admit,
Speaker 1: and honestlying, the hook ups and dating apps just leave
Speaker 1: me feeling him, Dear. What I really egg for isn't
Speaker 1: just sex. It's to be worshiped. To find a man
Speaker 1: who hasn't touched a woman in months, maybe even years
Speaker 1: or more, some pinned up, starving who looks at my
Speaker 1: body like it's the first real thing he's seen in forever.
Speaker 1: I fantasize about him walking through my door after too
Speaker 1: long alone, eyes wide, hands trembling a little because he
Speaker 1: can't believe this is happening. He doesn't rush, He savors.
Speaker 1: He drops to his knees like it's a holy ground,
Speaker 1: presses the face against my stomach, and hails me like
Speaker 1: the oxygen he's been denied. His mouth traces every curve,
Speaker 1: slowly kissing the soft skin under my breast, licking the
Speaker 1: dip of my waist, nuzzling my thighs until I'm shaking.
Speaker 1: He's been hours there, tongue slow and reverent, fingers parting
Speaker 1: me like I'm a delicate and priceless whispering how beautiful
Speaker 1: I am, how perfect, How he's dreamed of a woman
Speaker 1: who lets him lose control like this, No performance, no ego,
Speaker 1: just pure desperate devotion. He'd make me come again and again,
Speaker 1: not stopping until I'm boneless, until he's trembling from holding
Speaker 1: back his own release, just so he can keep tasting me.
Speaker 1: Then when he finally slides inside, it's with his broken groan,
Speaker 1: like he's coming home after years away, deep slow thrust
Speaker 1: at first, eyes locked on mine, telling me how good
Speaker 1: I feel, how wet, how tight, how he's never felt
Speaker 1: anything like this. He'd bury his face in my neck,
Speaker 1: murmuring thanks between kisses, hips rolling, like he's trying to
Speaker 1: memorize every inch. I want to be his alter, his
Speaker 1: obsession for one night, his everything after so much nothing.
Speaker 1: Is it so selfish to crave that kind of hunger
Speaker 1: directed at me, To want a man so deprived that
Speaker 1: my body becomes his salvation. I don't know, but it's
Speaker 1: the fantasy that keeps me up at night, fingers between
Speaker 1: my legs, imagining grateful mouth and reverent hands. Thank you
Speaker 1: for creating a space where I can admit this, that
Speaker 1: loud nikki. Hearing other people's desires raw makes me feel
Speaker 1: less alone than mine. You're anonymous listener. We get a
Speaker 1: lot of anonymous listeners. Was saying, there's something about so
Speaker 1: you guys are getting a secret here. So there's something
Speaker 1: about a guy that hasn't been with a woman and
Speaker 1: quite sometime because of divorce or passing or whatever, and
Speaker 1: sometimes they can forget. And it's very nice when somebody
Speaker 1: can teach them how to remember and where to touch,
Speaker 1: and they know. I never forget how to kiss. Ever,
Speaker 1: if a man's really been kissed or a woman, you
Speaker 1: never forget how to kiss. And I always say the
Speaker 1: better they kiss, the better they fuck. They can't. They can't.
Speaker 1: What's the word conquer kissing? How are they conquering it?
Speaker 1: And bad? Just saying you unless you just want, you know,
Speaker 1: in and out, in and out, in and out banging
Speaker 1: you know that. I guess they can conquer that. Is
Speaker 1: there a specific moment in this fantasy where the worship
Speaker 1: feels like the most powerful? For you, my anonymous listener,
Speaker 1: it is very boring in and out and for you
Speaker 1: who are listening. What's your take? Is craving that level
Speaker 1: of hunger selfish? Or is it just human want to
Speaker 1: be someone's obsession? I think even in a relationship that
Speaker 1: is having sex natural. I think this part of us.
Speaker 1: Do want to be an obsession for a day. There's
Speaker 1: nothing wrong with that, or you be day, be your
Speaker 1: vice versa. I'm not gonna you know, my brain, it's Saturday.
Speaker 1: There's yeah, I'll never I'll never understand a guy this
Speaker 1: as I fuck could and that's all they do, and
Speaker 1: I usually don't end up with those anyway, because just
Speaker 1: because you have a big dick doesn't mean you know
Speaker 1: how to use it properly. So there's that, dear niggy.
Speaker 1: Monday was insane in the best possible way. I crossed
Speaker 1: not one, but two terms items off my sex bucket list.
Speaker 1: I'm still grinning like an absolute idiot. It was ninety
Speaker 1: nine percent perfection, and that one percent just me needing
Speaker 1: a breather because my body was wrecked in the most
Speaker 1: delicious way. Since my first gang bang with the Mister,
Speaker 1: We've hit the bathhouse a few more times, another small
Speaker 1: group thing him hooded and caged on a leash as
Speaker 1: everyone's eye can all sorts of fun, but the crowds
Speaker 1: were usually small, variety limited. So Friday I got proactive.
Speaker 1: I posted online exactly when I'd be there and I'd
Speaker 1: be playing in the public areas. Strategy paid off big time.
Speaker 1: I showed up in the morning, barely settled into the
Speaker 1: hot tub before it hit max capacity six guys easily.
Speaker 1: After some flirty small talk, I headed upstairs, got dressed,
Speaker 1: thigh eyes the works, snapped a couple teasing shots from
Speaker 1: mister and stepped out. I haven't even rounded the corner
Speaker 1: when I ran in straight into a a guy that
Speaker 1: I played with before, built like a tank, cocky as hell,
Speaker 1: but playful. Last time we went for hours. He teased
Speaker 1: and manhandled every inch came once, pinned me down, giggling
Speaker 1: when I tried to get up, got hard again, and
Speaker 1: kept going for a solid three hour marathon. In ten
Speaker 1: doesn't cover it. So now arms around his neck, hands
Speaker 1: in his hair, a deep hollow kiss, his hands on
Speaker 1: my hips, pulling me close. We teased in a little
Speaker 1: corners until we noticed the circle of guys around us,
Speaker 1: towels tinted, stroking themselves. I asked if he wanted to play,
Speaker 1: that's why I came. He said, My room's right next
Speaker 1: to my favorite open play space, a big double bed
Speaker 1: cross swing bench with stocks. Some day I'll branch out
Speaker 1: beyond the bed. A played with my ass the whole
Speaker 1: week walk over, and when I leaned to lay on
Speaker 1: the towel down, he yanked my hips back, ripped the
Speaker 1: towel away, hard cock pressing up against me, arm around
Speaker 1: my chest, fingers sliding inside while he nibbled my neck
Speaker 1: and ears. Boom. I came standing up cond on. He
Speaker 1: flucked me from behind. Two other guys joined in, groping, kissing,
Speaker 1: sucking everywhere while I stroke them. Ay hit might, bit
Speaker 1: my ears, fingers around my neck, pulled out, spun me
Speaker 1: to suck him. Guys on my right asked to come
Speaker 1: on me topped down, tits out, He painted them a
Speaker 1: guided my head back, pushed me onto the bed. Fingered.
Speaker 1: One met an orgasm, then shut in, held still for
Speaker 1: I clenched and pulsed around him. He slipped out and
Speaker 1: let others take turns. One came inside in a condom,
Speaker 1: another pulled off to cover me. By then I was
Speaker 1: giggly playing with my clip while a few stroke me.
Speaker 1: Three more loads, and I called for a quick break.
Speaker 1: They were sweet about it and backed off. A few
Speaker 1: minutes later Ay returned and had to leave for work.
Speaker 1: I grabbed his hand and guided it to my jaw,
Speaker 1: to my soaked pussy, begging him to take me, take
Speaker 1: me one more time. He did, thoroughly, pulled out to
Speaker 1: come on my thighs, kissed his little girl goodbye. I
Speaker 1: smacked a sigh with a towel. Who are you calling? Little?
Speaker 1: He cut my face, kiss my forehead, my favorite girl,
Speaker 1: half phone, I know I will. Two guys still hovering.
Speaker 1: I turned to one who'd been contemplating me all morning long,
Speaker 1: thick hair, beard and older body shaking as he ran
Speaker 1: hands up and down my thighs. I had to take
Speaker 1: his hand and place it on my clip. You're a loud,
Speaker 1: he thanked me for existing voice trembling, sweetest tone ever.
Speaker 1: I pulled his clock between my tits. He got anxious
Speaker 1: he'd come too fast, asked if I'd fuck someone else
Speaker 1: so he could last two Some months later, he was back,
Speaker 1: kissing my leg, hands everywhere, slid and gasping, even apologized adorable.
Speaker 1: I reassured him that not everyone gets Yes. Ladies, if
Speaker 1: you haven't let a man worship you do it. He
Speaker 1: kissed every inch, spent way more time licking, rubbing, adoring
Speaker 1: than thrusting, and was happier for it when it came.
Speaker 1: It felt sacred. After I took a break, we went
Speaker 1: back to my room deep to debrief with mister. It
Speaker 1: was only ten am. Fuck bucket list gang bang in
Speaker 1: open play area with a crowd feeding off the energy
Speaker 1: and being truly worshiped by a starving, grateful guy who
Speaker 1: treated my body like a gift, both checked off in
Speaker 1: one epic morning. I feel alive, empowered and sore and
Speaker 1: all excuse me all the right places. Thank you for
Speaker 1: the space to share this without shame. Nikki, your show
Speaker 1: makes me feel like these wild, joyful adventures are normal
Speaker 1: and worth celebrating. From a very satisfied housewife. Okay, housewife,
Speaker 1: how did blending the gang bang thrill with a genuine
Speaker 1: worship change the experience for you? I know all the
Speaker 1: gang bangs that we've gotten aren't very gentlemanly. I mean,
Speaker 1: they're just they're fucking right. It's just that's what it is,
Speaker 1: just straight out Ralph funking. And those that are listening
Speaker 1: and in the chats, have you ever felt scared, sacred, sorry,
Speaker 1: in a group setting without shifting it from fun to profound?
Speaker 1: I don't either, Cage, I really doubt I can go
Speaker 1: off kind of what I think that I've never been
Speaker 1: had a gang bang or org or anything like that.
Speaker 1: It's hot to think about masturbate too, But far as
Speaker 1: I've ever gotten is watching porn. And I can tell
Speaker 1: you I don't think I've ever seen, not that it
Speaker 1: hasn't happened. I maybe don't look in that deep but
Speaker 1: a profound and body worshiping gang bang just saying it
Speaker 1: is very hot. Yeah, Abe, what about you? I don't
Speaker 1: think i'd ever pulled the trigger. I'd watch, but I
Speaker 1: don't think i'd ever pulled the trigger to have one caged.
Speaker 1: I read the first two sentences or the first sentence
Speaker 1: on this next mine. I think you might like it. Yeah,
Speaker 1: same abe. Dear Nikki, I've been floating for days after
Speaker 1: what just happened last weekend. My boyfriend, sweet devoted, locked
Speaker 1: up cook that he is finally got the kind of
Speaker 1: worship session he's been begging for, and I got a
Speaker 1: feeling an absolute goddess while doing it. We just finished
Speaker 1: a long, sweaty jem session together, me pushing heavy weights,
Speaker 1: him spotting and fetching my water like a good boy
Speaker 1: he is. I was drenched, tank top, clinging, hair plastered
Speaker 1: to my cheek, thigh slick. My size twelve feet were
Speaker 1: especially hot and sweaty inside my worn out lifting shoes.
Speaker 1: The second we got home, I kicked them off, peeled
Speaker 1: off my socks, and told him to get on his
Speaker 1: knees in the living room. He dropped instantly, his eyes
Speaker 1: already glassy with a mix of hunger and humiliation. I
Speaker 1: love so much. I sat on the edge of the couch,
Speaker 1: legs spread, one sweaty foot dangling in front of his face. Lick.
Speaker 1: I said, no, please, no asking, just the command. He
Speaker 1: dove in like he's been starving, tongue flat against the
Speaker 1: sole of my right foot, long slow drags from heel
Speaker 1: to toes, moaning into my skin. He sucked each toe individually,
Speaker 1: swirling around them, tasting every bit of salt and effort
Speaker 1: from the workout. I could feel his little locked cock
Speaker 1: straining useless in his cage against his thigh, his hands
Speaker 1: trembling as they held my ankle like it was so sacred.
Speaker 1: I let him worship like that for a good ten minutes,
Speaker 1: both feet alternating, him bearing his nose between my toes,
Speaker 1: inhaling deep whispering thank you between licks. My pussy was
Speaker 1: throbbing just from watching how completely he surrendered to it.
Speaker 1: But I wasn't done. That's when the twink arrived. We'd
Speaker 1: been chatting online for weeks. Cute, slim, eager bottom with
Speaker 1: a mouth that never stops running until there's something in it.
Speaker 1: He showed up right on time. Already half hard in
Speaker 1: his shorts. I didn't even let him say hello properly.
Speaker 1: I grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulled
Speaker 1: him down to his knees beside my boyfriend, and told
Speaker 1: him to strip. Once he was naked and kneeling, I
Speaker 1: stood up, still sweaty, still towering over both of them,
Speaker 1: just my sports were on shorts. I pushed my shorts down,
Speaker 1: my cock springing free, thick and already leaking from how
Speaker 1: turned on I was from watching my boyfriend worship me.
Speaker 1: I stepped forward, planted one foot on my boyfriend's shoulder
Speaker 1: to keep him pen low, then guided the twink's head
Speaker 1: down so his ass was presented perfectly. My boyfriend's face
Speaker 1: was right there, cheek pressed to the carpet, eyes wide,
Speaker 1: mouth open in awe. I lined up, pressed the head
Speaker 1: of my cock against the twink's hole and started pushing slow.
Speaker 1: He whimpered, arched, and took it beautifully, and every thrust
Speaker 1: forward I used my boyfriend's face as leverage. I rocked
Speaker 1: my hips hard, grinding his cheek into the floor with
Speaker 1: each deep stroke, his nose brushing my swinging balls. His
Speaker 1: lips parted like he was trying to catch whatever dipped
Speaker 1: clean me. After I growled down at him, he just
Speaker 1: moaned louder, tongue flicking out instinctively to lap up whatever
Speaker 1: sweat and pre comb was on my skin. I fucked
Speaker 1: the twink harder deeper, my size twelve foot pressing down
Speaker 1: on my boyfriend's back, now pitting him so flat he
Speaker 1: couldn't move. I couldn't look away. Every slam forward shoved
Speaker 1: his face into the carpet. Every pull back let him
Speaker 1: gasp and lick at my sweaty souls. When I flexed
Speaker 1: my toes near his mouth, the tweeting came first and touched, shaking,
Speaker 1: spilling onto the floor. I didn't stop. I kept pounding
Speaker 1: until I was right on the edge, then pulled out
Speaker 1: and spun the twink around and shove my cock straight
Speaker 1: into his mouth to finish. He gagged happily, swallowing every drop,
Speaker 1: while my boyfriend watched from below, still licking the arch
Speaker 1: of my foot like it was the only thing keeping
Speaker 1: him sane. When I finally pulled out, spent and glistening,
Speaker 1: I looked down at my cock face, red carpet patterned cheeks,
Speaker 1: lips shining from sweat and strike come clean him up.
Speaker 1: I told him. He crawled forward without hesitation, tongue out,
Speaker 1: lapping the twink clean while I sat down and let
Speaker 1: him finish worshiping my feet one last long grateful suck
Speaker 1: on each big toe. I've never felt more powerful and
Speaker 1: he's never looked more in love. Thank you for letting
Speaker 1: me confess the sninky. Your show makes me feel like that.
Speaker 1: These twisted perfect moments are something to celebrate, not hide,
Speaker 1: Your anonymous listener, I have had I have done a call.
Speaker 1: Have not had this kind of experience, but I've done
Speaker 1: a foot worship call. I've never knew what went into one,
Speaker 1: but he if you've listened to me long enough, you've
Speaker 1: heard me say it's really hard for me to do
Speaker 1: degradation calls. It is. I just it, really as it
Speaker 1: really pulls something out of me. And the only way
Speaker 1: I've ever been able to do it is it was
Speaker 1: the one guy pissed me off and I went off
Speaker 1: audio and not in a nice way, but he came,
Speaker 1: so you know, I guess I was worth of it.
Speaker 1: But this this guy was my guy was blind and
Speaker 1: he wanted me to march. He liked that I'm barefoot.
Speaker 1: I am barefoot constantly because I work from home. I
Speaker 1: just I don't do socks unless my feet are really
Speaker 1: cold and or I'm giving myself like a petticure kind
Speaker 1: of thing and whatever. But this, yeah, nothing like this,
Speaker 1: but the feet worshiping thing. I kind of get it
Speaker 1: more now that I've read this. What about you, guys?
Speaker 1: And if you're into into this, so Brandon, can I
Speaker 1: call you brandon? Or do you want me to still
Speaker 1: call you? Caged? So those that do like this, how
Speaker 1: does adding humiliation to worship amp up the dynamic for you?
Speaker 1: If you're in that type of relationship? Okay, I saw
Speaker 1: it change. I was like, oh okay, yeah, I knew
Speaker 1: you were into heels and boot worship, so oh yeah,
Speaker 1: we'll come back to you. Oh well, I hope so
Speaker 1: I figured you did. But still, so does adding humiliation?
Speaker 1: What does it? Because you do say since you're caged,
Speaker 1: you like the humiliation part, correct? Okay, So does it
Speaker 1: amp up the dynamic for you? If I can't remember
Speaker 1: if you do humiliation or not? Yeah, I there's there's
Speaker 1: always something when my lover plays with me or touches me.
Speaker 1: We don't do degradation or humiliation or anything. Like that,
Speaker 1: but like when he completely takes me over. Yeah, just
Speaker 1: use my holes. I can't explain it, but it does
Speaker 1: push me over a lot harder. Oh, you guys are
Speaker 1: just starting, oh two years ago, see you? Oh okay, Yeah,
Speaker 1: sometimes you have to add It's like if somebody was
Speaker 1: all kink, vanilla would be their kink, you know, be
Speaker 1: a little different. Well, I'm sounds like you're enjoying your
Speaker 1: exploration of this good. Absolutely, that's awesome, Dear Nikki. Cutcolding
Speaker 1: is beautiful, truly beautiful. There's something sacred about watching the
Speaker 1: man you love give his body, his mouth, his ass,
Speaker 1: his everything to other men, letting them use him while
Speaker 1: you sit back, leg spread, fingers lazily circling your clip,
Speaker 1: soaking in the side of him being taken apart. Last
Speaker 1: weekend we hosted again. He had been locked for three weeks,
Speaker 1: dripping pre come every time I teased him about who's
Speaker 1: coming over. When the first guy arrived, tall, thick, the
Speaker 1: guy who doesn't ask. Twice, my boyfriend dropped to his
Speaker 1: knees without a word, eyes flicking up to me for permission.
Speaker 1: I noded once and that's all it took. He sucked
Speaker 1: it like It was worship, deep, sloppy, gagging himself on
Speaker 1: purpose because he knows I love the sound. The guy groaned,
Speaker 1: grabbed his hair, fucked his face while I watched from
Speaker 1: the armchair. One foot popped on the coffee table so
Speaker 1: my boyfriend could see how wet I was getting. Every
Speaker 1: thrust pushed him forward. Every time the guy bottomed out,
Speaker 1: my boyfriend locked cock, twitched uselessly against his sigh. Then
Speaker 1: the guy had bent him over on the couch. No
Speaker 1: love beyond spit. My boyfriend spit, still glistening on the
Speaker 1: cock that had just been down his throat. He took
Speaker 1: it like he was made for it, moaning around the
Speaker 1: stretch ass high back arch the way I taught him.
Speaker 1: I moved closer, knelt beside him, and whispered in his ear.
Speaker 1: Look at me while he focks, you, show me how
Speaker 1: much you love being my slut. His eyes locked online, wide, glassy,
Speaker 1: full on that pure mix of shame and devotion, and
Speaker 1: he never looked away, Not when the guy sped up,
Speaker 1: not when he slapped my ass red, not when he
Speaker 1: growled and filled him up deep. My boyfriend came untouched
Speaker 1: right then, shaking, spilling onto the floor, in weak spurts
Speaker 1: because the cage wouldn't let him do more. The guy
Speaker 1: pulled out come leaking from my boyfriend's hole, and I
Speaker 1: made him clean the cock with his tongue while I
Speaker 1: kissed his sweaty forehead. The second and the third guys
Speaker 1: had their turn, same story, different cocks, same beautiful surrender.
Speaker 1: Everyone left and it was just us. He crawled to
Speaker 1: me on the floor, still leaking, still cage, still trembling.
Speaker 1: I opened my legs, guided his mouth to my pussy,
Speaker 1: let him taste how turned on I'd been the whole time.
Speaker 1: And that's when he hits me the hardest. The beauty
Speaker 1: isn't just the fucking. It's the way he gives his
Speaker 1: body so freely, so completely, to anyone I choose. But
Speaker 1: every single time his eyes find mine, every moan is
Speaker 1: from me, every thank you after he's being used in
Speaker 1: his whispered against my skin. His heart never wonders. It
Speaker 1: stays right here, lock tighter than his cock ever could be.
Speaker 1: He makes sures I know always. His body can belong
Speaker 1: to the room for a night, but his soul, his love,
Speaker 1: his everything that's mine, only mine. It's the most romantic
Speaker 1: thing in the world. Thank you for letting me say
Speaker 1: it out loud. Nikki, your show reminds me this kind
Speaker 1: of love, filthy, generous, fierce, loyal is worth celebrating, eye contact,
Speaker 1: the loyalty, and the filth romance. That it's rawest. I
Speaker 1: would one hundred percent agree Anonymous on this. What is
Speaker 1: the most beautiful aspect of cut colding? Are we thinking here?
Speaker 1: I think it is kind of the whole. Even if
Speaker 1: it's not like this, maybe it's you know, being watched
Speaker 1: and I don't believe, you know, we don't believe in
Speaker 1: labels here, and having your watching your wife getting fucked
Speaker 1: is unfortunately if you want to go buy book, it's yeah, see,
Speaker 1: I I agree with you. But there's nothing like when
Speaker 1: I'm with my man. I like to know I'm making
Speaker 1: you come. I want to hear it. Be loud, be
Speaker 1: absolutely loud. That pushes me over the edge when I
Speaker 1: know I can hear you as well. Yeah, it does.
Speaker 1: The trust and commitment they have to each other, it
Speaker 1: is I like that. Very few do you run into
Speaker 1: You do run into couples in this in the lifestyle
Speaker 1: or just sexplored of style is what I usually call it.
Speaker 1: And you can tell that their connection. They're just not
Speaker 1: fucking to fix a marriage or have excitement. They're actually
Speaker 1: it's part of their marriage or relationship, whatever you want
Speaker 1: to call it. And I find it very, very romantic.
Speaker 1: Maybe in a cheesy way, but it is romantic to me.
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki, I have the sweetest girlfriend who always has
Speaker 1: been open with me about her fantasies. She told me
Speaker 1: before she really into orgasm denial, domb sub dynamics, but
Speaker 1: she's never actually experienced it with anyone. I wanted to
Speaker 1: give that to her, something special, something that felt safe
Speaker 1: and exciting for both of us. The thing is, I
Speaker 1: could never see myself as mean, strict, barking orders. I'm
Speaker 1: a dom that just isn't me. Instead, I pictured myself
Speaker 1: more as a praise dom, encouraging, affectionate, constantly telling her
Speaker 1: how good she is, how proud I am of her,
Speaker 1: while still holding the control. I wasn't sure how well
Speaker 1: praise and orgasm denial would actually mix. Wouldn't the softest
Speaker 1: cancel out the frustration, But holy shit, it works perfectly.
Speaker 1: It turns out being told you're such a good girl
Speaker 1: for a holding back for me while your body is
Speaker 1: screaming for release is devastating in the hottest way. I
Speaker 1: want to share our first real experience because it blew
Speaker 1: my mind and hers, and I'm still buzzing for it.
Speaker 1: It started the morning while we were cuddling making out
Speaker 1: in bed. I love giving her long, slow massages as
Speaker 1: it leads into foreplay, so I started with her back,
Speaker 1: needing all the attention out and taking mine. When I
Speaker 1: moved to her legs, I let my hands drift higher
Speaker 1: with each pas, brushing closer and closer to her pussy
Speaker 1: without quite touching. After about thirty minutes of this gentle
Speaker 1: build up and teasing, I grabbed her favorite little bullet Vibe.
Speaker 1: I asked her softly to spread her legs for me
Speaker 1: to relax, to just let me take care of her,
Speaker 1: and she did instantly. I turned the vibe on low,
Speaker 1: pressed it against her through her panties at first, then
Speaker 1: slipped them aside while my other hand kept rubbing and
Speaker 1: massaging her thighs, her hips, her lower back. I kissed
Speaker 1: her and bit gently along her spine her ass. As
Speaker 1: I slowly increased the pressure, her moans got louder, her
Speaker 1: breathing ragged. I could feel her body tensing, hips lifting
Speaker 1: chasing it right as she was right there, right on
Speaker 1: the edge, I clicked the vibe off. She gasped. I
Speaker 1: looked at her in the eyes and said, teasingly, warm, oh,
Speaker 1: did you think you were allowed to come? Her jaw
Speaker 1: literally dropped. The mix of shock, frustration, and pure excitement
Speaker 1: in her eyes was everything. I asked her to sit up,
Speaker 1: then gently tied her wrist behind her back with soft
Speaker 1: silk ropes. I settled behind her so she could lean
Speaker 1: back against my chest, legs bread wide, completely open, and
Speaker 1: my helpless in my lap. From there, I edged her
Speaker 1: over and over. I have no idea how long it lasted.
Speaker 1: Time melted away while she squirmed against me, moaning, begging
Speaker 1: with her body every time she got close. I pulled
Speaker 1: the vibe away, kissed her neck and whispered things like
Speaker 1: you're doing so well, baby, such a good girl for
Speaker 1: not coming. Look how what you are for me. I'm
Speaker 1: so proud of you. I know it's frustrating, sweetheart, but
Speaker 1: you're holding on just for me, aren't you. That makes
Speaker 1: me so happy. We couldn't stay in bed forever, so
Speaker 1: eventually I had to stop. As I got up, kissed
Speaker 1: her forehead and said, I would be so proud if
Speaker 1: you didn't come all day. That's not fair, she whined,
Speaker 1: half laughing. Hasp but desperate, I know, But for me
Speaker 1: another kiss. She's the most adorable frustrated face squirming. Okay,
Speaker 1: this is really hot, but it's so much harder than
Speaker 1: I thought. I'll try. The rest of the day was
Speaker 1: torture for her in heaven for me. She kept trying
Speaker 1: to get friction, rubbing against my leg, my hand, anything.
Speaker 1: Every time I'd give her just a few teasing strokes
Speaker 1: or presses, then pull away and tell her what a
Speaker 1: good girl she was for stopping herself. She'd call me mean,
Speaker 1: and then immediately admit how turned on she was by it.
Speaker 1: At one point she got so needy while I was
Speaker 1: on the phone call that I had to bend her
Speaker 1: over and give her a firm spanking to remind her
Speaker 1: to behave Later, when I I was tying my shoes
Speaker 1: to run an errand, she tried again pressing herself against
Speaker 1: my hand. Instead, I told her to kneel. Then I
Speaker 1: slowly rubbed the tip of my shoe against her crotch,
Speaker 1: back and forth. She moaned so loud, grinding desperately, and
Speaker 1: the sight of her humping my shoe like that, frustrated, swollen, dripping,
Speaker 1: willing to take any stimulation hammy rock hard. I couldn't
Speaker 1: help it. I pulled my pants down and started stroking
Speaker 1: right there in the hallway while she kept rubbing. I
Speaker 1: kept praising her. Good girl, rubbing my shoe like that,
Speaker 1: but not coming. You're so perfect for me. I had
Speaker 1: to leave, so I dropped to my knees, kissed her
Speaker 1: swollen clit a few times, pulled her panties back up,
Speaker 1: spanked her ass, and made her promise not to touch
Speaker 1: herself while I was gone, or there would be consequences.
Speaker 1: She was literally jumping up and down in frustration, bagging
Speaker 1: me to stay. I just smiled, kissed her, and left.
Speaker 1: When I got home, she ran to me so proud
Speaker 1: I didn't come. I was so close, just doing it myself,
Speaker 1: but I didn't for you. I was so turned on
Speaker 1: I could barely speak. We had the most intense, connected
Speaker 1: sex of our lives. When I finally let her come,
Speaker 1: it was explosive. She screamed, shook, cried a little from
Speaker 1: how hard it hit. I've never seen anything more beautiful.
Speaker 1: After we cuddled and talked for hours, we both agreed
Speaker 1: it was insanely hot. Turns out I'm really into orgasm
Speaker 1: denial too, especially her frustration, her desperation, the way she
Speaker 1: sighs so hard just to please me. It's been a
Speaker 1: huge eye opener for both of us. We're both pretty
Speaker 1: new to the side of things, so Nikki, I'd love
Speaker 1: to hear your thoughts or any real experiences you or
Speaker 1: your listeners have had with orgasm denial. How did it
Speaker 1: feel the first few times? Any favorite ways to build
Speaker 1: tease and denial without feeling too harsh, pitfalls to watch
Speaker 1: out for when you're just starting ideas for taking it further,
Speaker 1: maybe longer holds public teasing and reward systems. Thank you
Speaker 1: for the space to share this. Your show makes me
Speaker 1: feel brave enough to try being the dumb I actually
Speaker 1: want to be, and not the one I thought I
Speaker 1: was supposed to be. From a very proud and very
Speaker 1: turned on boyfriend in the early stages of praise and denial, Anonymous,
Speaker 1: Oh fuck, this is hot. Though I would be cussing
Speaker 1: at this man as like the sailor's for blush, I'm
Speaker 1: not all cutesy cutesy when I'm frustrated. I am like
Speaker 1: fuck you and god damn it and all the words.
Speaker 1: Oh you rat bastard, that's me. I'm all the words,
Speaker 1: all the words. All right, guys, have you ever had
Speaker 1: rewards or public elements taken your denial play to the
Speaker 1: next level and back to his questions? Actually pitfalls? Look
Speaker 1: for crany cranky denial ladies like myself longer holds. It
Speaker 1: depends on what you're It sounds like you've made a day.
Speaker 1: Maybe take her right up to midnight, depending our full
Speaker 1: twenty four hours, you know, like into the next day.
Speaker 1: Make play with her and make it, go to sleep
Speaker 1: with it. But you know that might make somebody shank you.
Speaker 1: Just saying not me, not me. I don't promote violence here,
Speaker 1: but you never know. I can't sleep when I'm that
Speaker 1: worked up. So if you're gonna do it, you better
Speaker 1: roll me over right as you wake up, or I'm
Speaker 1: waking you up and taking it. If you wanted to public,
Speaker 1: you could invest in a remote. Yeah. Yes, cranky, Sometimes
Speaker 1: you're expecting something it doesn't happen. Ough, Oh my gosh,
Speaker 1: do you become as cranky as I do? I mean,
Speaker 1: I literally become cranky is a very nice term, and
Speaker 1: he knows just right, and he is this proper. He's
Speaker 1: very no we'll wait till later kind of thing. I'm like,
Speaker 1: motherfucker that and I get no no kisses, like like
Speaker 1: I'm ready, like okay, let's finish me. And he'll give
Speaker 1: me no no kisses and go back to his fucking
Speaker 1: book or magazine or whatever. None. Noah play seeing him
Speaker 1: getting patty now and he'll say, dude, pop to you
Speaker 1: on me. My fucker. He'll listen to this later and
Speaker 1: don't get a comment on it. You watch, Abe, If
Speaker 1: you text you anything, you have to send it to me.
Speaker 1: You're loyal to mean. I am oh no, yeah, that
Speaker 1: well you've only bet one jay Abe her cycle started.
Speaker 1: Oh no, I am so sorry that Diggs so not
Speaker 1: to get groady. I'll send you a link. There's these
Speaker 1: things that you can wear and it doesn't get messy.
Speaker 1: I'll send you the link Randon and see if she's
Speaker 1: interested in wearing something like that. And no, they're not
Speaker 1: a sponsor. I have just used them in the past. Ah. Well,
Speaker 1: I'm sorry. I was trying to help you. I was
Speaker 1: trying to help you there. Well, you're just gonna to
Speaker 1: wait four days. If she is long you can tell her.
Speaker 1: I was trying to throw you a life rope there, douniaky.
Speaker 1: Last weekend, I was one of those moods horny, but
Speaker 1: the lazy kind, not the let's wrap each other's clothes
Speaker 1: off right now energy, More like, I just want to
Speaker 1: play with my husband's dick for a while and see
Speaker 1: where it goes. We've both been married ten years, so
Speaker 1: the KOI flirting phase is ancient history. We're both winding
Speaker 1: down for the night. He's on the couch behind me,
Speaker 1: playing five. I was in the computer chatting on discord
Speaker 1: with friends. I muted my mic, leaned back and whispered
Speaker 1: over my shoulder, just throwing it out there. I wouldn't
Speaker 1: mind sucking your dick later. Pause. That's me right there.
Speaker 1: That's that's how I flirt. Un pause. I normally don't
Speaker 1: do that. He didn't even pause the game. He just
Speaker 1: smart gave me a lope. Okay, and that's it. No big,
Speaker 1: no big production, just that comfortable, knowing vibe we have.
Speaker 1: Half an hour later, we both called it a night.
Speaker 1: After brushing teeth and getting ready for bed, he looked
Speaker 1: over me in the bathroom and asked, casual as anything
Speaker 1: still it for that blowjob. I grinned, pressed my whole
Speaker 1: body against his, tilted my face up for a kiss.
Speaker 1: We made out, slow and deep, lips parting, tongues, sliding
Speaker 1: little bites, hands roaming everywhere. I stood on my toes,
Speaker 1: on my mound, pressed right against his growing bulge, squeezed
Speaker 1: my ass and pulled me tighter. I reached down between us,
Speaker 1: stroking him through his pants, feeling how quickly he got
Speaker 1: rock hard under my palm while I kissed and sucked
Speaker 1: his neck. I guided him to sit on the edge
Speaker 1: of the bed, peeled off his shirt, tug his waistban down,
Speaker 1: and watched his cock spring free. God, I love his deck,
Speaker 1: the shape, the length, the girth that always fills me
Speaker 1: just right perfect. I knelt between his legs, nibbled his
Speaker 1: ear lobe, kissed down on his chest and stomach, teasing
Speaker 1: with slow licks and bites until I reached his hips,
Speaker 1: spread his thighs, kissed and licked the thin sense of
Speaker 1: skin inside each one. Nuzzled my cheek against his shaft,
Speaker 1: let my warm breath ghost over him, brushed my lips
Speaker 1: along the length without taking him in yet. When I
Speaker 1: finally wrapped my fingers around him. I stroked slow, savoring
Speaker 1: the velvety skin over her steel, pointed him toward his chest,
Speaker 1: and licked the sides, the underside the head, long flat strokes.
Speaker 1: Sucked one ball into my mouth, then the other will
Speaker 1: my hand kept that steady rhythm, squeezed the base and
Speaker 1: felt him throb. My pussy clenched in response. I was
Speaker 1: already soaked. I circled the tip with my tongue, pressed
Speaker 1: hard against his hreninium, wriggled and kissed. Then I took
Speaker 1: the head in suck, lightly swirled, pulled off with a
Speaker 1: wet pop. A thin string of spit connected us. I
Speaker 1: pulled my tap topped down so my tits spilled out.
Speaker 1: His green eyes locked on mine as I looked up
Speaker 1: at him and brushed and pushed forward, taking him all
Speaker 1: the way back to my throat. I worked him deeper
Speaker 1: each time, lips stretched, tongue flat until he was hitting
Speaker 1: the back and I just kept going. He moaned low wrecked.
Speaker 1: That sound lit me up. I cupped his balls, bobbed
Speaker 1: faster spit on the tip and spread it with my lips,
Speaker 1: then wrapped my hand around the base and stroked in
Speaker 1: perfect sink with my mouth, suck the top half hard
Speaker 1: while my fist pumped the bottom. Every so often. I'd
Speaker 1: glance up give him my dirtiest, hungriest eyes so he
Speaker 1: could see exactly how much I loved having his cock
Speaker 1: in my mouth. Hold on, I'm getting really close, he
Speaker 1: warn We've been playing with edging lately, and I love
Speaker 1: when he prey comes on me. So I stuck my
Speaker 1: tongue out, ready to catch it, but instead he tipped
Speaker 1: over the edge full orgasm, pulsing hard. Wrapped my lips
Speaker 1: around him and let him open my mouth, shoved him,
Speaker 1: showed him the mess on my tongue, then swallowed with
Speaker 1: a grin and licked my lips. Something came over me.
Speaker 1: I wasn't done. I started slow again, gentle kisses on
Speaker 1: the softening cock, his balls, his hips, besiged, his sighs,
Speaker 1: his stomach, rubbed my hands everywhere while occasionally sucking him softly.
Speaker 1: He never fully went soft. He kept pampering him until
Speaker 1: he was rock hard again. I checked his face, closed
Speaker 1: his eyes, and laid back, breathing steadily. No sign of
Speaker 1: him wanting me to stop, so I didn't. I picked
Speaker 1: up the pace, bob deeper, sucked harder, drooled more. My
Speaker 1: pussy was throbbing so badly. I was rocking my hips
Speaker 1: without practically humping air while I worshiped him. I ghaged
Speaker 1: myself on purpose, shoved him to the back of my throat,
Speaker 1: sucked on the pull off, dragged my tongue and stroke
Speaker 1: stroke his shaft, spit, pump, suck, repeat, found the rhythm
Speaker 1: and stuck with it. He again, this time grabbed my
Speaker 1: raistband and yanked my pants down so my bare ass
Speaker 1: was in his face. I arched instinctively. He squeezed my cheeks,
Speaker 1: slid fingers between my soaked lips, and plunged one inside.
Speaker 1: I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him grown louder.
Speaker 1: I gave it everything, sucking, stroking, gagging, until he came
Speaker 1: a second time, smaller load, but still enough to spill
Speaker 1: past my lips. As I slowed and eased off, I
Speaker 1: licked up every drop, kissed the tip, then finally let
Speaker 1: him up to clean himself, giving him back to back
Speaker 1: orgasms like that. I was so turned on I almost
Speaker 1: came untouched just from the act of pleasuring him. Unreal.
Speaker 1: A couple days later, at work, he texted that he
Speaker 1: couldn't stop thinking about that blow job. I knew we'd
Speaker 1: be peating it soon, probably very soon. Thank you for
Speaker 1: this space to share this Thinkie. Your show is amazing
Speaker 1: and it gets me really horny those in between days
Speaker 1: from the life. Who still gets it weak for our
Speaker 1: husband's perfect cock after ten years? Oh yes, well, it
Speaker 1: was nice having you here, Brandon, definitely so I can't
Speaker 1: wait to see you here again too, mondays, I don't know,
Speaker 1: hang on if I have it up. If you're still here, mondays,
Speaker 1: do is travel, vacation hookups confessions, So yeah, I'm looking
Speaker 1: forward to that one too. Actually looking befward to next Friday.
Speaker 1: It's another where the fans get to choose where the
Speaker 1: story goes. That's what we did yesterday. It was really
Speaker 1: really fun. So bring your kinks with you if you
Speaker 1: come Friday. From these stories of body worship and praise,
Speaker 1: we can learn so much. The verse shows us how
Speaker 1: surinder and vulnerability can create lasting heat, teaching us that
Speaker 1: desires don't fade with time, embrace those wrong turn ons.
Speaker 1: The second reminds us that craving adoration isn't selfish, it's
Speaker 1: a call for mutual fulfillment, highlighting how deprivation can fuel
Speaker 1: profound connection. Our bath House Adventure proves group play can
Speaker 1: include sacred moments urging us to seek depth amid the thrill.
Speaker 1: The dominant scene with the Cuck and Twin illustrates power
Speaker 1: beauty in its blending humiliation with care, a lesson tailored
Speaker 1: in dynamics. The cuck Cold confession reveals loyalties, romance and sharing.
Speaker 1: Showing trust elevates everything. Praise Tom with denial teach us
Speaker 1: that softness amplifies control, encouraging newbies to start, gentle and build. Finally,
Speaker 1: the Married blow Job Marathon underscores how comfort breeds experimentation,
Speaker 1: proving long term love thries on playful devotion. As always,
Speaker 1: I want to thank you for sharing your secrets of me.
Speaker 1: Keep those confessions coming to Ni at nikk Y at
Speaker 1: dear Nikki dot com. You can also do it on
Speaker 1: our website at dear Nikki dot com under the confessions tab,
Speaker 1: or even send me a direct message here on Discord
Speaker 1: Until next time, Stay curious, stay consisting, and stay after dark.
Speaker 1: Oh and that reddle you stick your pull inside me,
Speaker 1: then furiously work me back and forth until something white
Speaker 1: shoots out. Milking a cow see clean as can be.
Speaker 1: Sweet dreams everybody. I'll see you on Monday night.