Speaker 1: Welcome back to Nikki after Dark, where we deep dive
into your naughtiest confessions, no judgment in all pleasure. I'm
your host, Nikki, and today we're turning up the heat
with a themed episode, splashing into secrets, pull side confessions.
We've got steamy stories involving pools, beach houses, and unexpected
encounters that will leave you dripping with anticipation. If you're
knew here, buckle up or unbuckle whatever floats your boat.
Blood's jump right in with three teasers to wet your appetite.
Imagine you're luring you'r honky pool boy over with a
fake party excuse, only to end up riding him in
the living room after a lotion session gone wild. A
college freshman bond with two swim studs, leading to a
naked beach volleyball game, an outdoor shower tease, and a
threesome that changes everything. And you're alone in a hotel
telpoul shower with a flustered young staffer walks in by accident.
Instead of screaming, you turn awkward moment into a hands
on tip that will leave him blushing for weeks. But
before we plunge into these full confessions, let's stir the
pot with a listener question segment. Today's question for all
of you is what is the wildest place you've ever
hooked of outdoors? And what made it unforgettable? You can
hit me up here in the DMS or have a
conversation about it in the chat or on X at
d Nikki one sixty two, or you can always email
me at Nikki n I kky at dear niggi dot com.
And to make you think even a little deeper, how
did first risk getting getting caught add to the thrill?
And second would you do it again? Or has time
made you more cautious? Good evening? Read read Probably making
a cocktail, Betty. That's why he's a little slow to chat,
Just letting you know he always makes a cocktail or two.
And Betty, if you don't want to chat, you can
always say pass or I'm just here listening. You don't
have to interact. I don't want to be picking on
you or asking you if you won't want to be bothered. Now,
to keep your minds as twisted as these tails, like
they already aren't, here's a riddle that'll sound oh so dirty,
but it's actually squeaky clean. I start off dry and stiff,
but after you work with me with your hands, I
get all soft and pliable. You can shape me any
way you want, and sometimes I even stick to your fingers.
When am I stick around for the end for your answer?
Pay off, really red payoff. You'll have to stick around
till the end for the answer. Tavvy, that's a good one.
I love taffy, Oh my gosh that. I don't know
how old you are, but I love taffy, the laughy taffy.
I like to mix the cherry and the like. I'll
take the cherry in the banana and I twist it.
That's what I like. That's my old time favorite, besides
the atomic fireballs, which are tiny compared to what they
used to be. Yeah, I love a good banana. You
guys know what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax.
Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
and me. Dear Nikki, I need to get this off
my chest because I still can't believe it happened, and
I can't stop thinking about it. The other day, I
finally got Diego, my pool boy back over to check
the pool for this fake get together I made up
just to lure him here. I'd spent days replaying how
he had been sneaking peaks at me while sun bathed,
and I decided it was time to stop teasing and
start taking I dug out that tiny, barely there bikini
and got, as a joke of years ago, string so
thin they're basically decorative. Laid out on the lounge chair
on my back like I was just relaxing, waiting for
him to come around to the side of the house.
When he did, all tan and built in those tight
work shorts, I called him over as sweet as can be, Hey, sweeteye,
can you help me with something? That something was lotion
on my back. I rolled onto my stomach, reached back
and untied my top so it fell away, letting him
see plenty of side boob while I arched my hips
just enough to push my ass up toward him. He
started rubbing my shoulders, all polite and professional, but every
time I whispered, his hand drifted lower and lower until
he was openly kneading my ass cheeks, thumb slipping under
the edges of my bottoms. He didn't bush further, though,
he was such a good boy waiting for permission, so
I gave it. I flipped over, let the top drop completely,
nipples already hard from the thrill, and told him do
my front too, especially here. I heard him swallow hard.
He hesitated until I took his hand and placed it
right on my breast, murmuring it's okay, baby, just be gentle.
Once his palm was on me, he started cressing, circling
my nipples, pretending it was about the lotion I was stripping.
Within seconds, I looked down and saw the massive bulge
in his shorts, thick, obvious straining. I guided his hand
lower over my bikini bottoms, letting him feel how wet
I was through the fabric while I ground against his fingers.
Then I sat up, wrapped my hand around the hard outline,
and said, thanks for the help, handsome. They'll come inside, soikeen,
thank you properly. I let him in, bikini top dangling
from one hand, his cock gripped through his shorts at
the other. He muttered something breathless and spanish. I have
no idea what, but it sounded desperate and hot. And
dropped the top. Sank to my knees in the living room,
yanked his shorts down, and holy shit, long, thick, perfect
upward curve A little harry down there. He clearly wasn't
expecting get to hit his stick out to day, but
I didn't care. I started with the tip, swirling my tongue,
then took more and more, stroking with the base of
my hand. Could barely close my fingers around him, gently
playing with his balls. He tasted so good, clean, a
little sweet. I wanted to worship that cock for hours,
but I could feel him getting close fast, so I
pulled off, pushed him back on the couch, stood up,
slid my bottoms off, climbed on top of his lap,
told him I needed him to hold out long enough
to make me come at least once. He shouldn't be
hard since I was soaked right before I sank down.
He stopped me condem God bless him. I explained it
was on the pill since the divorce, but until he
shows me he's clean test, I'll cover it. We wrapped
it up, reached into the end table where I stashed
a box the day before, rolled it on, then slowly
lowered myself on to him, feeling every inch stretch and
fill me until I bottomed out. Paused to adjust to
how thick he was, then started riding slow rolls at
first so he wouldn't blow too soon, then faster as
my orgasm built. His hands roamed everywhere, squeezing my ass,
cupping my tits, pinching my nipples. I love a little
rough boob play. Found the agle that where my curve
hit my spot perfectly, and I came hard, shaking and
smothering his face between my breasts as I clinched around him.
That sent him over. I felt him throb and pulse,
filling the condom with pulse after pulse while I rode
through my after shocks. When I finally slid off, his
cock slipped out, soft and spent, and he looked like
he'd fucked every thought out of his head. I started laughing,
not him, aunt myself. A month ago, I never would
have imagined I'd be riding a guy half my age
in my living room after only knowing him for five minutes,
and now here I was officially a total slut for it.
I told him that, and rit assured him I was
happy laughter and that I regretted not doing it sooner.
Once he could stand, I appealed the condom off and
gave him his marching orders till absolutely no one get tested,
so we can ditch the condoms next time and shave
that bush. He nodded like his life depended on it,
grinning ear to ear door shut truck pulled away. I
held up that warm, heavy condom, tipped it back, and
let his whole loads slide down my back mouth. Sweet, thick, perfect.
I want to train him to last longer so I
can really work him over next visit. Oh and most
of the TV and set up stuff finally showed up.
Still waiting on that last piece tomorrow, but honestly, that
feels like a dick distant second priority right now. Thanks
for reading my filthy secret, Nikki. I feel lighter and
hornier than I have in years, always dripping and dreaming
for round two. You're naughty. Yeah, I have never had
a fantasy of a pool boy or girl. It just
you know it. When I read these or get something
like this, when something like it would never happen, I
always think of someone like from the movie Nerds, where
the nerd would go this absolutely happened to me and
everybody be like, you're right, you know? Uh? To him
or her the naughty listener, how did you keep a
straight face inventing that fake get together? And what was
the update on Diego's next visit? Did he follow through
on those marching orders? And to those of you who
are listening, have you ever used a little white lie
to spark a steam encounter? And did it pay off
as deliciously as this? I would love to know For
those of you are here, there was something that caught
my eye. I hate this. Sometimes I have a thought
while I'm reading it and it is totally slipped. It
kind of stinks, kind of grazing. It's not gonna It'll
come to me, you know, when it comes back to me.
After I let you guys go yeah, okay, Well go on,
dear Niki. This happened back my freshman year of college
when I was just eighteen. I was five eight, pretty
toned from all the swimming and volleyball, been obsessed with,
skinnier than I am now, but still rocking, firm double
de breast and big areolas in a perfect shaved pussy
that I keep smooth for the pool. One morning, around
eight fresh from the gym, I decided to check out
the newly renovated campus pool. The place was basically empty
except for some staff In the water. Two guys were
racing laps. I hit the locker room empty, thank god,
stashed my stuff and scooped out the co ed showers
with their private curtains, and headed back out. The guys
had finished, were chilling on the deck and speedos, swim
caps and goggles. One was about six feet tall, dirty
blonde hair, green eyes, smooth body except for the sexy
treasure trail. Liam and his friend Ethan was Asian, same height,
classics swimmers build slim tone, broad shoulder, narrow waist, powerful leggs.
Both looked incredible. Hey guys, how's the water to day?
Not too cold? I asked with a smile. Liam grinned
back pretty warm, Actually, maybe too warm for us. I
like it hot, I shot back, I'm Amanda. We chatted.
Liam was chatty, Ethan quieter but sweet. They were seniors
on the swim team, childhood friends. Ethan's stomach growled and
they headed to the shower to grab food before class.
I said, by already feeling that spark. Over the next month,
we became inseparable, burning swims every other day, lunches, hanging
out whenever one breakfast file the ball came up, and
I'd been a captain in high school. Liam's eyes lit up.
His parents had a beach house near by with the
sandy court, snacks and beach volleyball. This weekend, we're all in.
Saturday morning, Liam picked me up Ethan's already shot gun.
After a ninety minute drive, we pulled into this gorgeous
wooded lot with a two story house. We hauled gear
to a private beach, sunny, blue, calm motion. I stripped
down to my bikini, sports broad top and a tiny thong.
They'd see me in swimsuits at the pool, but this
was different, more revealing. Their eyes lingered, and yeah, they
were impressed. They ditched shirts, set up the knit fast.
Liam and I went first. I aced one right past them.
He dove missed, thutted into sand. Ian laughed, calling points.
Liam fought back but lost. Then Ethan took over tougher opponent.
We battled to a five five tie, sun blazing all
of us, sweaty and sandy. Swim time, I said, peeling
off my bikini and running naked into the waves. They
stripped two speedoes off An chase me in God, they
looked even better naked, sim My hard, above average cocks,
low hanging balls. Ethan uncocked and shaved. Liam cut with
a small blonde patch at the base. Lim's bubble was
compact and perfect, Ethan's tight and muscular. My pussy got
instantly wet watching their glistening asses turn in the sun.
You guys look great, I called, rinsing off, Thanks you too,
Can you tell workout? Liam replied. After swimming, Leah pointed
to the outdoor shower by the beach, rinse the salt
soaps there. Still naked, we headed over four shower heads.
Liam took the first one, Ethan the last. I took
the second, right next to Liam. See him Liam lo
his smooth bodies, soaping that thick cock. I got wetter
by the second. He struggled with his back and I
couldn't resist. He Lium need help, he said yes. I
grabbed the sponge, washed his back slowly, feeling those muscles
under soft skin, then ditched the sponge, used my hands
on his perfect ass, massaging, caressing. He was fully hard
now washing himself and watched from a straw, stroking slowly
under the water. I reached down massage Liam's balls, and
he moaned, you like that. I whispered, fuck, Amanda, don't stop.
I pressed my tits to his back, reached round and
gripped his stiff cock, and started stroking slow while kissing
his neck. He breast against the wall, breathing hard. I
played with his heavy balls too. Ethan was grinning, jerking faster.
Liam spun and kissed me deep. Our bodies, pressed his
cocks sliding between my thighs, teasing my wet buss. He
kissed down my body, sucking my nipples, teasing my big ariolas.
Then knelt and buried his face in my shaved pussy,
tongue exploding every fold. Then Ethan's cool fingers on my
back and ass. I turned and kissed him deep and
cut my tits from behind. Let's go inside, Ethan said.
Liam lifted me easily, hands in my ass, mouth still
on my pussy, and carried me in. Laid me on
the living room couch. Ethan stood beside me. I grabbed
his uncut cock and rolled back the foreskin, licked the
head and savored his prey comb sweet and bitter. I
sucked him deep, groping his furm ass down below. Liam
tongue fucked me, fingers on my clip. Ethan throbbed gunnacumb
I pulled off, jerked him. Thick ropes hit my face
and tits. I tasted some mm tasty. He kissed me hard.
Liam stood, cocked, aimed at my pussy. I nodded and
lifted my leg over his shoulder. He slid in, eager
and deep thrusts. Ethan sucked my tits wet and sloppy. Yeah, harder,
I cried. Liam pounded faster, come for me. My orgasm
hit hard, pussy spasming, screaming. Liam pulled out shot hot
come across my stomach. He collapsed beside me. Fuck, Amanda,
that was hot, Ethan said. We coddled and showled for real.
Stayed the whole weekend, more fun, more everything, before heading
back Sunday. That weekend changed everything. I still think about
it when I'm horny. Thanks for letting me confess, Nicky,
You're naughty college freshman back then, always reminiscing and ready
for more waves. Amanda, Well, hello everybody that joined in.
Oh Betty, you have a picture now. I like it
very sexy. Hello, Cassie, how you got? How are you
guys tonight? I do recognize your name, Betty. I don't
know why you'll come to me in a second. You've
set one in, haven't you? Have you sent a compassion
in Betty? Oh? Okay, well, somebody else has your name.
I've read it Betty before before it meaning before Darcy
Chig her name and stuff. So back to Amanda, what
advice would you give your eighteen year old self before
that weekend? And do those memories still fuel your fantasies today?
I'm gonna answer for it. And she says yes, Oh,
I haven't seen Revenge on the Nerds? And like an Eon,
it's just every time I read something like the one
we read before the first story, I always think of
a you know, the nerd table, Like if they told you,
well I fucked you know this gorgeous milf, no one
ever would believe them. And for those of us that
are listening, what's your take on group fun? Is it
all about the chemistry like Liam and or Ethan? Or
does spontaneity make it or break it? For you? Cassie,
I'm asking you anytime you have multiples I pick on Cassie.
I like picking on Cassie. Oh, well, basically, I don't
want to do we want to sum it up for
I mean, basically, she went to a pool house of
two guys she knows in college and sex happened there.
But it's not that. That's not as sexy as it sounds.
You have to listen to it later. But it is
a you story. I should start changing all those to Cassie. Betty,
is this story up your your alley here? I thought
it was hot. I could go with it if the
mood was there. I think, yeah, he just realized normally
I'm the only lady here room full of men. I'm
happy because normally it's like a room full of men,
and you know ninety eight percent, Well, it says like
ninety five percent of my listeners are all men. I'm
thinking some of those are couples, because I've had a
people say it's a couple that listen. So lock the door.
He's not letting any other guys in. Oh, I'm trying
to start the next story. Red, Oh my, do you
really think he could handle all three of us? Now
he's got all these dreams in his head. You're gonna try.
I was gonna say, Cassie's seems kind of wild. I
don't know much about Betty yet, but from what I understand,
Cassie's kind of wild. Betty, we better take him first,
of she might drain him dry. Oh goodness, guys, You
guys can keep talking while I'm reading. By the way,
it doesn't bother me. I shall I let you guys
know or flirting, I should say, can keep flirting in
the chat. It's songing to bother me, Dear Niki. This
happened a little while ago when I was traveling alone,
checked into this gorgeous upscale hotel. After unpacking, I decided
to hit the indoor pool for relaxing swam. When I
got there, the place was completely deserted, no guest, no
staff in sight. Perfect. I swam a few leisurely laps,
enjoying the quiet in the warm water, then headed to
the ladies locker room to shower off. I stripped down, stop,
stepped under the shower head, and let the hot water
cascade over me, naked, sudsy eyes closed. Then I heard
the door. I turned, and there he was a young guy,
early twenties, maybe frozen in the doorway, holding a stack
of fresh towels. His face went bright red. He stammered
apologies like crazy. He'd swaped shifts with a female colleague
who usually handled the women's area. He didn't mean to
walk in. He was so sorry, over and over. He
was adorable, awkward, sweet, flustered, and obviously hard. The bolt
of his uniform shorts was impossible to miss. I just smiled,
kept soaping my chest slowly and asked to stay in
the calmest voice I could manage. He mumbled, let's call
him Jake, still rooted in the spot. I told him
it was really okay, no harm done, and asked if
he could hand me a towel. He nodded and walked over.
When he got close, I took the towel from him
and deliberately brushed my hand over the front of his shorts.
Felt that thick, throbbing cock straining against the fabric. I
looked at him, still smiling, and whispered, is this okay?
He swallowed hard and nodded again, barely breathing. I slid
my hand right inside his shorts. God, he was thick, hot, hard,
already leaking a little. I wrapped my fingers around him
and started stroking slow and firm. He hesitated for half
a second, then reached out and nervously cut my tits,
thumbs brushing my nipples like he couldn't believe this is happening.
I tugged his head back gently by the hair, pulled
him in, and slid my tongue into his mouth. He
kissed back hungrily while I pumped him faster. His hands
got bolder, squeezing, pinching my nipples just right. I could
feel him throbbing in my grip, getting a little close already.
I inked a short stown to his thighs so I
could see it thick, rainy, flashed dark. A few more
quick strokes and he moaned into my mouth, body tensing.
Then he came hard. Hot, thick ropes of young cot
shot all over over my thighs, my freshly shaved pussy,
dripping down my legs under the shower spray. His cock
twitched and pulsed against my stomach. As I held him
tied against me, milking avery drop, he laddled this long
shaggy sigh, legs trembling. I kissed him softly on the
lips one more time, smiled and said back to where cansome.
He grinned, still dazed, still flushed, and pulled his shorts up,
nodded like he'd just won the lottery, and hurried out.
When I checked out the next morning, I left him
a very generous tip and an envelope with a little
note that just said thanks for the excellent service. I
still think about that sweet, awkward boy and how fast
he came from me makes me wet every time. Thanks
for being my safe place to spill. Nikki, You're always
loving good hotel surprise. You're a forty three year old
naughty traveler. We are really hit in the nerd Factory
artw You know, if he ever got fought caught, he
probably thought fuck it? You know, I mean, okay, let's
ask the guy in the room. When you were younger
read if this happened to you, would you say fuck it?
Knowing as you got caught it's probably your job? Well,
so was he, So you wouldn't be okay with this,
Like if you got caught and got fired, this wouldn't
be like a wash, like you know, fuck it. I
don't like this place anyway. What I do like about this, though,
is she didn't freak out and you know, possibly scaring
for life, you know, I mean she did give him
a great spank bank for years later, hopefully I'm gonna
say barely legal. So at least I would say between
eighteen nineteen did she say, I don't think she said young.
She said early twenties, so I'm gonna say nineteen to
twenty two. Yet it is the memories. He'll never forget it.
So to her, what ran through your mind when you
first spotted up bulge? And did you have you ever
turned another oops moment into something hot? And for the
three of you or four of us in the chat room,
how do you handle the unexpected chemistry in public places?
Dive in like this, traveler, or would you play it cool?
I was gonna say, red, you're being very sly here,
but you definitely would have took that chance. And I
think since she was in charge, you would have let
it go. Oh yeah, dive in definitely, Betty, look at
mister flirty here, Dear Nikki. Back in the late eighties,
I was a twenty five year old pool cleaner working
in a ritzy neighborhoods, not some chiseled cabana boy. Fantasy,
just your average six to one guy in freyed chlorine,
bleached jean shorts, red chuck Taylor's, and a wife beat
her tan. But I was there in the back yard
every week like clockwork, and that turned out to be
all the imitations some of these bored, well kept housewives needed.
It started innocently enough with missus Smith. One morning in
the pump room. She brought me coffee in her house coat.
We laughed about her fancy curig rich people shit. She
told me to call her soux, and miraculously her robe
started coming undone. She complimented my tan and comp I
complimented her coffee, and the next thing I know, she
lunges at me, saying she's been watching me cleaner pool
for weeks. I held her massage that forty something ass,
pulled her close. She smelled expensive, lonely. We kissed. She
grabbed my dick through my shorts and I rubbed her
mound over her white hiphuckers. She mowed my name like
she was starving, dropped the robe, begged me to kiss
her down there. I knelt, turned her against the changing
table and went to work. Three licks in and she
was gone, shaking coming hard without me even getting my
tongue inside. She stroked me while I stroked myself, and
then asked if we could wait till next week. I
took her panties as a trophy, told the crew when
they picked me up, whipped them out like a trophy.
They lost their minds, you dog, but we never repeated.
Sue got cold after that. Turns out she was best
friend with missus Church Diane and word travels fast over
cocktails at the country club. Wednesday. Runs always darted in
the most exclusive part of the town, famous family cross
the street, no pool, but the Churches had this stunning
glass walled house facing a design or pool. Shades always
drawn until that morning. I'm vacuuming back to the house
round the curve, and there she is in the master
bedroom window. Forty something, petite, small tids, fine ass, blond,
trophy wife, perfection. She forgot in quotes it was pool day,
smiled and didn't move. I kept working, head down but
stealing glances. She comes out in a short silk floral wrap.
I apologize for not announcing myself. Bullshit. She knew. She says,
it's a beautiful morning. Then John, could you help me?
With the bath house. I follow her already and zipping
walking in, She's naked, drops straight to her knees. Diane
was in eager, talented, cocksucker, great fuck too quick, hungry,
multiple rounds that summer. Whenever she called the shots, always discreet,
always in the bath house or pump room, she came
fast and loud. Fast forward two years and I moved
to key West Quite, quit Pools, selling electronics at Sears.
Diane walks in, extends the same hand she used to
cherk me and says, you look really handsome with clothes on. Wait,
that didn't come out right. We laugh. She rents a
room at the Sherret and in that after that afternoon
old habits. Then there was missus Allen Sallie in August
of eighty seven, lawyers mid divorce, tall studded wand and
a smart skirt, suits and heels. One day I accidentally
hose her robin egg blue pump pope shoes while rinsing
the deck. She looks down, shock turns to excitement and
says it'll be okay. Next week she's home with her
college staged daughter both forgetting and quotes it's pool day.
Salie in a light blue floral bikini, elastic tide bush
peeking out on the sides, deliberate daughter in shorts and
d They sip wine sunbathe daughter goes inside. Sallie spreads
her legs wide on the chase, eyes me and I've over.
Neil kiss her soft belly and tell her she's beautiful.
Love her bikini, she chuckles. I pull the bottoms aside
and lick her till she's shaking multiple orgasms. Delicious never
fucked her though. That bikini ended up in the pump house.
I sniffed the crotch and jerked off to the rest
of the season. Ran into her years later. She gained weight.
Wasn't chatty, but the memories the poolboy trope is real, Nikki,
I lived. It wasn't pretty enough for and only fans,
but damn if I didn't make a few lonely rich
wives very happy that summer. Maybe I should write that book.
Charge a couple bucks. You think anybody would read it?
Thanks for letting me confess. Feels good to finally tell
someone the full filthy truth your former pool boy, and
proud of it. John. It really should have ended red,
because Red. This is a story and if you didn't
live it, this is like a second life for you.
I'm just saying, Betty, I think we're reading Red's alter
ego here. And if he did write that book, the
title would scream bestseller. And did any of those housewives
ever track you down? Post Key West? Oh? I bet so.
And for you guys who are listening, the pool Boy
trope total fantasy or is it rooted in for now
or reality? Geez my eyes tonight, I think it's kind
of like a lie. Every thing is rooted in some truth.
I think it did somewhere. It did right, you know,
all those years I was on the phone lines, I
never did any no one ever asked for really like
porn tropes, like to live out any of those, like
the ones who've done this month, So no, I take
that back. There was a guy that actually bought me
dinner one night, yep, and all I had to do
he paid for my dinner. And when he answered the door,
I didn't have to be naked, but he wanted like
a visual proof of me answering the door, like topless.
That was his thing. So he paid me three hundred
dollars like immediately, So I went straight right, and as
soon as the driver got there, I had him. I
had my phone in my ear and I and this
is like early early cell phone days, like the flip
phone and stuff with the camera so grainy, and I
took a shot of my tits and the I think
I ordered pizza, I can't remember. And I didn't show
his face. I only showed the like me, like from
my shoulders down tits. So somewhere somebody has a picture
of my tits and somebody trying to handing me pizza.
So that's as clothes as I've ever gotten to a
porn trope anybody else? Oh really, I I never you know,
that's a kind of treat it like this. I mean
I've been places when people have met me, but I've
never sent nuts, So you know, I just it wasn't
my thing. I always played on people's imagination with my voice.
I mean I've been I can count on one hand
how many times people asked, and I always told them
I'm never no matter how good I look. I could
be a stunning ten or fifteen, but I'm never gonna
look like what you're picturing. And if it does, it's
going to break the fantasy. And it's never gonna be
the same, and they all turned me down after that.
That's what I always says. Yeah, so we're ending the show, Betty,
the way we do this as we end the show,
and then I give you a naughty tuckin, So stick around.
Wrapping up these pool side confessions, here's what we can
learn from the first story. Embrace your desires boldly. A
little planning can lead to massive rewards, but also prioritize safety.
In the condom chat, the beach else Tail tells shows
us that building connections can amplify fun, trust and chemistry
turn good into unforgettable. Our hotel surprise reminds us that
confidence flips awkward into awesome. Your own power in those
spontaneous sparks, and John's adventures highlight how opportunity knocks in
everyday routines. Discretion and consent keeps the memories sweet, not sour.
As for life lessons. Overall, these stories scream that age,
setting or status does not define passion. It's about seizing
the moment, communicating wants, and savoring the afterglow. Whether you're
the teaser or the teased, keep it consensual and fun.
And that riddle I start off dry and stiff, but
after you work me your hands, I get all soft
and pliable. You're right, it's Plato. You're right, Red, You've
got one. Yay. Sometime though, I'm like, I have to
I read the answer, I'm like, how does that work?
And then I'm like, it's too late. My brain's fried.
I don't know. Sometimes I don't know. Sometimes she has
to jump off for work and take a call like
she did last night. You guys missed it last night.
So I'm sitting here on Friday's batty. We do a
what we call Choose your own sex Adventure, and I
give you the topic when it's going to be, and
you email me like your desires, your wants, whatever your
kinks are, and I throw it in story for him.
And this week I asked for him in advance so
I could just because it takes a long time to
be in chat and read them all, so I just
decided to ask them beforehand, and I did it a
kid you not read. I was like to the last
because it was nurses. So she was a traveling nurse
and not only did she help them with medicine and
that kind of stuff, but she also got them off
in some former fashion. But I got down to the
last house and she's in chat going, hey, Nikki, you're muted.
So I recorded like three quarters so and people were
showing up. I'm like, well, maybe each other is a
shy and I wasn't gonna worry about it now. I
was completely muted, so I un muted and she got
to hear the last last house. But that one is
up now in Patreon, so you can hear it there.
It's time for that night, naughty Tucket. Yeah, it was
kind of like it was like, oh god, I'm a dorc.
Monday's the next one at eight o'clock Central, well central standard,
and remember we set our clocks back tonight. Tomorrow. Monday
is Bosses, so all confessions about the boss kind of thing.
But for Red on the fourteenth, we're doing steak in bjday.
Send them to me if you've got some, I can
put it in for Monday. I don't only edit until
like right before we get on and make sure it's
pacewise for me, I can. I can keep my eyes
on it, spell check it and everything doesn't take me
that long. But send it to me if you want
it in and that's it.