Speaker 1: Welcome to Dear Nikki, My name is Nikki. And on
Speaker 1: Today's Christmas Show, a corporate climber gets her stocking stuff
Speaker 1: by her boss under the mistletoe at a holiday bash
Speaker 1: while colleagues click glasses just doors away, as swinging couple
Speaker 1: turns their festive house party into a full on partner
Speaker 1: swap with Carland's danging from secrets and run wrapping faster
Speaker 1: than presents. A college student home for the holidays finally
Speaker 1: unwraps her forbidden crush on her stepfather in a glow
Speaker 1: of family Christmas tree after midnight Mass. And a teacher's
Speaker 1: role plays santas Elf with her adult former student at
Speaker 1: a reunion party, gets her bells jingled in a semi
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Speaker 1: I want to take a moment from Darcy the Brett
Speaker 1: and I wish you a very, very merry Christmas, happy holidays,
Speaker 1: and whatever else we're celebrating, and hopefully with something sexy
Speaker 1: a question. I've was enjoying these that come in actually
Speaker 1: so even if it comes with a little, short, little
Speaker 1: quip of what's happened to them? Were question or something
Speaker 1: that's very similar to what we've been talking about in
Speaker 1: previous episodes. Dear Nikin, I've been a huge fan of
Speaker 1: your podcast for years. Your voice reading these confessions always
Speaker 1: gets me hot and bothered. With Christmas just around the corner,
Speaker 1: I wanted to share my favorite holiday memory from last year.
Speaker 1: It's a bit of a question too, Is it normal
Speaker 1: to get this turned on by role playing holiday characters?
Speaker 1: My husband and I have always loved keeping things spicy,
Speaker 1: especially during the holidays when we're both off work and
Speaker 1: the kids are at the grandparents. Last Christmas Eve, he
Speaker 1: told me he had a special gift for me under
Speaker 1: the tree, but I had to wait until midnight to
Speaker 1: open it. I was lounging by the fireplace in my
Speaker 1: cozy robe. When the clock struck twelve, he came downstairs
Speaker 1: dressed as Santa, full red suit, beard the works, carrying
Speaker 1: a big sack. Ho ho hoed his way over, sat
Speaker 1: me on his lap, asked me if I'd been naughty
Speaker 1: or nice. I played along, whispering that I've been very
Speaker 1: naughty all year. He pulled out some presents from his sack,
Speaker 1: red silky lingerie, a candy cane, vibrator, and some mistletoe cuffs.
Speaker 1: Before I knew it, he had me stripped down and
Speaker 1: dressed in red lingerie, tied loosely to the arm chair
Speaker 1: with cuffs for being on the naughty list. What followed
Speaker 1: was the hottest night we've ever had. He ate me
Speaker 1: out under the twinkling lights, using that candy cane toy
Speaker 1: to tease me until I was begging. Then he bent
Speaker 1: me over by the tree, fucking me slow and eat
Speaker 1: while the fire crackled, telling me Santa was feeling my
Speaker 1: stocking extra fool this year. I came so hard I
Speaker 1: saw stars, or maybe that was the tree lights. We
Speaker 1: finished with me riding him on the rug, his Santa
Speaker 1: hats still on until he exploded inside me. Best gift ever. So, Nikki,
Speaker 1: do you think colin a role play like this is
Speaker 1: common as it feels in our house? Or are we
Speaker 1: extra naughty? Either way, it makes me excited for this
Speaker 1: Christmas already. Keep doing what you do. You make us
Speaker 1: all feel less alone in our desires. Kisses a very
Speaker 1: satisfied missus claws. Well, hello, very satisfied missus claws. Right,
Speaker 1: I mean we kissed him under you know, in this
Speaker 1: And since I commented on a comment like this too,
Speaker 1: because we all know well hopefully you know Amanda and
Speaker 1: Cole from Full Swap Radio, I'm very good friends with them.
Speaker 1: She posted a picture of you know her naked him
Speaker 1: well you could tell it was him, so I commented
Speaker 1: UNDERR and I'm commenting this to you as well. I saw,
Speaker 1: mommy fucking Santa Claus. No, there's nothing wrong with this.
Speaker 1: I love this. I don't know if it's common, just
Speaker 1: because of the whole you know, Sanda comes from a
Speaker 1: spirit that is very magical and innocent. But you know
Speaker 1: why not right? I was? I actually was watching Frosty
Speaker 1: the Snowman And if you have not heard, you know
Speaker 1: the cartoon, not the guy that tells the story inclination
Speaker 1: about Rudolph. So the cartoon of Frosty the Snowman, the
Speaker 1: gentleman playing or doing the voiceover for Frosty. Apparently he
Speaker 1: had multiple families. I guess his son or one of
Speaker 1: them has written a book about it. So there's your
Speaker 1: little naughty twist on you know, you know, maybe your
Speaker 1: childhood cartoon that you grew up with. It was one
Speaker 1: of the things that we always did in our house
Speaker 1: is we watched all the the claymations and to me,
Speaker 1: there's nothing like the older stuff. Hence the still the
Speaker 1: Sia Fox thing going in my life right. So now
Speaker 1: I say go for it. If you want to dress
Speaker 1: up as the sexy elf, that's always good too, you know.
Speaker 1: Or you know, you can even go a little further
Speaker 1: and be, you know, just a girl coming to sit
Speaker 1: on Santa's lap, or a little boy sitting on Santa's lap,
Speaker 1: or you know, who knows what are we doing from here?
Speaker 1: But no, I embrace anything that brings positively sexy delights.
Speaker 1: It's within your sex, you know, relationship. May it be, however,
Speaker 1: it is as long as it's safe and consensual, you
Speaker 1: know me, okay, Because I love making your thighs clinch.
Speaker 1: Here's tonight's naughty riddle to tingle you under your tree
Speaker 1: while we deck the halls. I'm hung with care in
Speaker 1: a prominent place, long and firm, with a tip that's
Speaker 1: red faced. You stroke me gently to make me glow bright,
Speaker 1: then suck on my ind for a treat for the night.
Speaker 1: I'm sweet and sticky when you lick me clean. But
Speaker 1: handle me wrong, and I'll make a scene. By morning,
Speaker 1: I'm spent, melted down to the nub. Now tell me, darling,
Speaker 1: what am I that you rub well? You try to
Speaker 1: keep that filthy image out of your head. We'll unwrap
Speaker 1: that answer when you're on your knees and dugging. The
Speaker 1: stockings are stuff, the lights are a glow, and these
Speaker 1: stories are all wrapped in Christmas cheer. We'll leave you
Speaker 1: aching for a silent night of your own. So spike
Speaker 1: your eggnog, curl up by the fire, and let's unwrap
Speaker 1: every sinful secret of these Yule Tide tales. Dear Nikki,
Speaker 1: Christmas parties at work are supposed to be about awkward
Speaker 1: small talk and cheap secret Santa Giff's right, not for me.
Speaker 1: Last year, I'm twenty eight, a market of Exact and
Speaker 1: a mid sized tech firm in Chicago. Our annual holiday
Speaker 1: bash is legendary, open bar, ugly sweaters, and enough mistletoe
Speaker 1: to turn the conference room into a hook up hazard zone.
Speaker 1: I showed up my slinky red dress that hugged my curves,
Speaker 1: hoping to catch the eye of my boss, Alex, who's
Speaker 1: thirty five, divorced and built like he spins his weekends
Speaker 1: chopping down Christmas trees. Little did I know he'd be
Speaker 1: the one pinning me down against the copier. Later, the
Speaker 1: party was in full swing, Carol's blasting and colleagues dancing
Speaker 1: like no one was watching their HR file. Alex was
Speaker 1: mingling his tailored suit, making him look like a gift
Speaker 1: I wanted to unwrap. We'd flirted at meetings, lingering glances,
Speaker 1: accidental touches, but nothing more until the eggnog flowed. He
Speaker 1: cordered me by the punch bowl, his green eyes sparkling
Speaker 1: under the fairy lights. You look incredible, he said, his
Speaker 1: voice low, handing me a drink laced with something stronger.
Speaker 1: Our fingers brushed and the spark was electric. Before I
Speaker 1: knew it, we were laughing about bad client pitches his
Speaker 1: hands on my lower back, guiding me through the crowd.
Speaker 1: As the night wore on, the party thinned out, but
Speaker 1: the energy between us thickened. He suggested we check on
Speaker 1: the supplies in the back office, a lame excuse, but
Speaker 1: I followed, my heart pounding like reindeer hoofs. The door
Speaker 1: clicked shut, and suddenly we are alone amid stacks of
Speaker 1: files and twinkling dust decorations. Mistletoe, he murmured, pointing to
Speaker 1: a sprig some one had taped above the door. Then
Speaker 1: pulled me in close. His kiss was hungry, peppermint from
Speaker 1: candy cane, breath mingling with mine. As his hands runed
Speaker 1: my by squeezing my ass through the thin fabric. I
Speaker 1: melted against him, my fingers and doing his tie as
Speaker 1: he backed me towards the desk. The risk was insane.
Speaker 1: Voices echoed from the hall, laughter spiking every few seconds,
Speaker 1: but the only made it hotter. He hiked up my dress,
Speaker 1: his fingers tracing the lace of my thigh I stockings.
Speaker 1: Then higher, find me already soaked. You've been teasing me
Speaker 1: all here, growled, slipping two fingers inside me, curling them
Speaker 1: just right while his thumb circled my clip. I gasped,
Speaker 1: gripping his shoulders, my nails digging in pleasure built fast outside.
Speaker 1: Someone yelled last call, but were not lost. He spun
Speaker 1: me around, bend me over the desk, paper scattering like
Speaker 1: snow flakes. I heard a sipper, then felt the thick
Speaker 1: head of his cock pressing against me. Tell me you
Speaker 1: want this, he demanded, and I whispered yes, plus, playing
Speaker 1: the fantasy we'd never voiced. He thrust deep, feeling me completely.
Speaker 1: His hands up my hips. He pounded me and deliberate strokes.
Speaker 1: The desk creaked ornaments jingled with each slam. I bit
Speaker 1: my lip to muffle my moans. His fingers found my
Speaker 1: clit again, rubbing in time with his thrust, and I
Speaker 1: came hard, clinging around him as waves crashed through me.
Speaker 1: I followed seconds later, groaning low as he pulsed inside,
Speaker 1: hot and deep. We caught our breath, fixed our clothes,
Speaker 1: and slipped back to the party like nothing happened. He
Speaker 1: left with a wink, and we've kept it professional since mostly,
Speaker 1: But every time I see the mistletoe, I feel that
Speaker 1: agche again. Yours Mia, Hello Mia, how are you when
Speaker 1: anybody mentioned eggnog. I think back, so when I was
Speaker 1: at home visiting when my dad was still alive, years
Speaker 1: and years ago, Martha Steart when she was had a
Speaker 1: cooking show on TV and she was making eggnog. So
Speaker 1: you know, I didn't know how to make egg doog.
Speaker 1: Dad didn't know how to make egg dog. So we
Speaker 1: started watching. Okay, and you're gonna understand why if you
Speaker 1: have not seen the video, it is out there, and
Speaker 1: you have to put in the original eggnog and her
Speaker 1: hair short in this one. She looks like a lot younger,
Speaker 1: not eighty, right, So when I tell you, we said,
Speaker 1: what the fuck? Oh shit, you'll get it. So it
Speaker 1: starts with twelve large eggs separated, then super fine sugar,
Speaker 1: and you beat all that together, and into that you
Speaker 1: add one and a half quarts of heavy cream, a
Speaker 1: quart of whole milk, and this is where it gets fun.
Speaker 1: Three cups of good bourbon, a half a cup of
Speaker 1: dark rum mount gay I agree with her hair, and
Speaker 1: two cups of good cognac, and then you put with
Speaker 1: cream on top of that, and then you serve it.
Speaker 1: You chill it, of course, and then you serve it.
Speaker 1: Three cups I mean that's like five and a half
Speaker 1: cups of alcohol if I'm just gonna lead. That's what
Speaker 1: I think when you go you need to go watch
Speaker 1: the video because you're just calmly, just it's all together
Speaker 1: and like it's just like this and like it's nothing,
Speaker 1: and I'm thinking, Wow, Martha likes to drink. Okay, back
Speaker 1: to this though, Yeah, I have never the closest supervisor.
Speaker 1: It wasn't my direct supervisor at this place, and yeah
Speaker 1: I don't I don't remember much about it, and yeah
Speaker 1: kind of thing, but it was a supervisor, but not mine.
Speaker 1: Not this sexy though. Have we ever hooked up at
Speaker 1: a Christmas car I have never hooked up at a
Speaker 1: Christmas car at party ever. I might need to go
Speaker 1: to one and hook up at one and anybody got him?
Speaker 1: Like Christmas party I can come to and hook up
Speaker 1: with someone you can pretend to be my boss. How
Speaker 1: about that? I don't know if I got to give
Speaker 1: it to you though, Mia teasing your boss for so long?
Speaker 1: I mean a year or was it just a long
Speaker 1: to year, like maybe you started like in June, you know,
Speaker 1: a couple months. But then kudos to him for having
Speaker 1: the strength and will power. It must be the eggnog
Speaker 1: at the party that gave him the courage. That's where
Speaker 1: I'm gonna leave this. So guys, ladies, gentlemen, would you,
Speaker 1: I think you would, especially if Martha's eggnog was being
Speaker 1: served Teernikki. My husband and I have been swinging for
Speaker 1: two years discreetly the trusted couples, but last Christmas we
Speaker 1: hosted our first full on holiday swap at our suburban
Speaker 1: Atlanta home. I'm thirty two and he's thirty four, and
Speaker 1: we turned our living room into a winder wonderland garland,
Speaker 1: massive trees, a mood lighting that scream festive fun. We
Speaker 1: invited our three couples we played before, all in their thirties,
Speaker 1: promising a night of ignog games and whatever unwrapping felt right.
Speaker 1: What started as innocent charades ended with me on all
Speaker 1: fours getting railed by a stranger while my husband watched
Speaker 1: from across the room. The party kicked off tame, everyone
Speaker 1: in sexy holiday outfits, me in a green velvet mini dress,
Speaker 1: no braw Feeling naughty. We played Naughty or Nice trivia,
Speaker 1: sipping spiked cocoa, the air buzzing with flirtation. My husband
Speaker 1: Jake kept eyeing Sarah, I, bubbly thirty one year old
Speaker 1: brunette whose husband Tom had been stealing glances at me
Speaker 1: all night. Tom was thirty three, athletic, with a jawline
Speaker 1: that could cut glass and a sanahat perched jauntly. As
Speaker 1: the games heated up, kisses under the mistletoe turned into
Speaker 1: full out makeouts, hands wandering freely. By midnight, the clothes
Speaker 1: were shedding like pine needles. Jake pulled Sarah on to
Speaker 1: the couch, her moans filling the room as he went
Speaker 1: down on her. That was my cue. Tom grabbed my hand,
Speaker 1: leading me to the rug by the fireplace, the flames
Speaker 1: casting shadows on our skin. Your turn to be unwrapped,
Speaker 1: he said, peeling off my dress to reveal my red lace.
Speaker 1: Long his mouth was everywhere, kissing my neck, sucking my
Speaker 1: nipples until they inched, his fingers dipping between my legs
Speaker 1: to find me dripping. The other couples were entangled near by,
Speaker 1: a room of a symphony of gasps and slaps, but
Speaker 1: the semi public thrill of it all made my pulse race.
Speaker 1: Tom lut me back on the soft rug, spreading my
Speaker 1: legs wide as he licked me, slow and deep, his
Speaker 1: tongue flicking my clip like it was savoring a candy cane.
Speaker 1: I arched, grabbing his hair, glancing over to see Jake
Speaker 1: buried inside Sarah. His eyes locked on mine with that
Speaker 1: hungry approval. Tom flipp me onto my hands and knees,
Speaker 1: his clock thick and vein, pressing against my entrance. Ready
Speaker 1: for your gift, he teased, and then thrust in, stretching
Speaker 1: me perfectly. He fucked me hard, one hand in my
Speaker 1: hair and the other spanking my ass. Read As Garland
Speaker 1: swayed above us, the risk of neighbors peeking through windows
Speaker 1: only amplified it. I came twice screaming into a pillow
Speaker 1: before he pulled out and finished on my back. Hot
Speaker 1: spurts like fresh snow. We collapsed in a heap, laughing
Speaker 1: and toasting. Jake and I reclaimed each other later, but
Speaker 1: that party set the bar for the holidays. Swinging under
Speaker 1: the tree best tradition ever, yours, Lena, Hello, Lina, how
Speaker 1: are you? I've never done the whole house party? Kiswah
Speaker 1: powever we swap swap and definitely never added mistletoes. Have
Speaker 1: you ever? Those are those are you that are in
Speaker 1: the scene. Have you ever you know, been to a party,
Speaker 1: even know a Christmas party like this? And how do
Speaker 1: you do you just invite any swinger or do you
Speaker 1: keep it like Lena and her husband, a very small
Speaker 1: intimate gathering and keep the blinds open for the other neighbors.
Speaker 1: That's I kind of hot, is you know? You could
Speaker 1: have some speakers, you know, curl plutchers. God, you know,
Speaker 1: I mean, give the next door neighbor that you know
Speaker 1: he's not getting any because his wife's such a bitch
Speaker 1: a good view, at least a five second good time
Speaker 1: before it gets caught. Make the bitch out worth it
Speaker 1: just second. I would do something like this if having
Speaker 1: the people that I have in mind in my head,
Speaker 1: the couples that I have in mind in my head,
Speaker 1: I absolutely would be down for this. It just it's
Speaker 1: I mean, it's not a on my bingo card or
Speaker 1: you know, a to do list. But if the timing
Speaker 1: was right, absolutely I would be into this. Just saying,
Speaker 1: but the stars have to align, and right now they're
Speaker 1: not aligning. Dear Nikki, family Christmases are chaotic. In my
Speaker 1: blended household, parents remarried when I was eighteen, making my
Speaker 1: stepbrother Ryan a constant temptation. I'm twenty four, now home
Speaker 1: from grad school in Boston, and last year's holiday visited
Speaker 1: turned into my forbidden crush into a midnight miracle. Ryan's
Speaker 1: twenty six, a software engineer with a nerdy hot vibe,
Speaker 1: glasses tasseled hair, and a body honed from gin sessions.
Speaker 1: We'd always flirted subtly, but with family around, it's date
Speaker 1: PG until everyone crushed after eggnog and carols. The house
Speaker 1: is quiet, Stucking's home, by the chimney, the tree glowing softly.
Speaker 1: I couldn't sleep, so I snug downstairs for coco, binding
Speaker 1: Ryan there in sweats, unwrapping a midnight stack. Couldn't resist
Speaker 1: the cookies. I teazed, my silk robe, slipping open just enough.
Speaker 1: His eyes darkened, lingered on my curves. Not the cookies,
Speaker 1: he muttered. Stepping closer, the air crackled like popping chestnuts.
Speaker 1: He backed me against the counter, his hand brushing my thigh.
Speaker 1: We shouldn't, I whispered, but my body betrayed me, Pressing
Speaker 1: into him. His kiss was fire, deep, urgent, tasting of peppermint.
Speaker 1: Hands roamed mine under his shirt feeling his abs, his
Speaker 1: sliding up my robe, discovering and wore nothing underneath. Fuck,
Speaker 1: he moaned, fingers teasing my folds, finding me wet for him.
Speaker 1: The rest was huge parts upstairs, sibling as in the
Speaker 1: guest room, but that made me irresistible. He lifted me
Speaker 1: on to the counter, into his knees, his tongued again,
Speaker 1: lapping me up like a forbidden fruitcake. I gripped the edge,
Speaker 1: stifling moans as he sucked my clip, two fingers, pumping
Speaker 1: inside until I shattered, legs shaking, He stood, dropping his
Speaker 1: sweats to reveal his hard cock. Thick and ready. While
Speaker 1: you're present, he asked, and I nodded, guiding him in.
Speaker 1: He thrusts slow at first, and faster, the counter, creaking
Speaker 1: softly as ornaments tinkled on the tree nearby. We moved
Speaker 1: to the floor by the gifts, me riding him, reverse,
Speaker 1: grinding deep while he squeezed my breast. Footsteps upstairs made
Speaker 1: his freeze. Hearts pounding, but no one came down. He
Speaker 1: flipped me over, pounding me missionary, his hands over my
Speaker 1: mouth as I came again, clitching around him. He pulled out,
Speaker 1: stroking until he spilled on my stomach hot and sticky.
Speaker 1: We cleaned up, shared a final kiss, and vowed it
Speaker 1: was a one time thing. But this year the tree's
Speaker 1: waiting yours, Hailey. Hello, Haley, you're being a bit naughty.
Speaker 1: I'm thinking naughty, naughty? Is there a forbidden treat we
Speaker 1: have waiting? Gorzer? Have had be a Christmas past? No
Speaker 1: for me? I guess when I'd say forbidden, I mean
Speaker 1: anything that fits under your forbidden umbrella. Because where this
Speaker 1: story wouldn't fit my narrative or my life, I can
Speaker 1: think of something different that is very forbidden for me
Speaker 1: right now, and how I really wish it was. You know,
Speaker 1: I could find a way to make it happen this Christmas.
Speaker 1: Let's put it that way. So my question is to you,
Speaker 1: if you've done something naughty, very forbidden, what was it
Speaker 1: and was it a one time thing? Or did you
Speaker 1: or will you hopefully do it again this Christmas? Hum?
Speaker 1: I think there's a few ab out there that have
Speaker 1: a few stories, you know, the drill of you if
Speaker 1: you've listened by now. Dear Nikki, I'm forty two, a
Speaker 1: high school English teacher in Seattle, and last Christmas, our
Speaker 1: reunion party turned into my naughtiest lesson yet. It was
Speaker 1: at a local bar, decked out in lights. In the wreaths,
Speaker 1: former students all adults, now mingling with old faculty, entered Jake,
Speaker 1: my star pupil from years ago, now graphic designer, tall
Speaker 1: ink and exuding confidence. He'd always had a crush. I noticed,
Speaker 1: but I kept it professional until the party were missletoles
Speaker 1: and mulled wine blurred lines. We chatted about books, life,
Speaker 1: His gaze intents. You are my favorite teacher, he said,
Speaker 1: leaning in fantasized about anstra credit. I laughed, but the
Speaker 1: heat pulled low as the crowd thinned. He suggested role
Speaker 1: play as the strict teacher and him the naughty student,
Speaker 1: all consensual adult fun. The bar's coat CAUs it called
Speaker 1: Seemi public risky, with voices buzzing outside detention mister Hayes,
Speaker 1: I heard, pulling him inside and in fur coats and scarves.
Speaker 1: He played along, dropping to his knees like a good elf.
Speaker 1: What's my punishment? Miss? His hands slid up my skirt,
Speaker 1: yanking down my tights and panties. His tongue was magic,
Speaker 1: flicking my clip while fingers plunged deep, making me grip
Speaker 1: hangers to stay quiet. Laughter echoed from the bar. Someone
Speaker 1: rattled the door, but it held. I came hard, whispering
Speaker 1: A plus my turn. I pushed him against the wall,
Speaker 1: freeing his cock, long vein and throbbing. Time for your
Speaker 1: oral exam, I teased, sucking him slow with and deep,
Speaker 1: his hands in my hair. He groaned, thrusting gently. We switched.
Speaker 1: He bit me over the bench, entering me from behind,
Speaker 1: thrusting hard. His coat's muffled slaps. Fuck teacher, he growled,
Speaker 1: spanking lightly. The door shook again. Adrenaline spiked my orgasm,
Speaker 1: milking him until he exploded inside. We emerged, flushed, no
Speaker 1: one suspecting. He texted lighter, best reunion. I agreed Santa's list.
Speaker 1: We damned yours, Evelyn, I love Evelyn. I don't well,
Speaker 1: we have. We've had a coat closet story. So I
Speaker 1: was gonna say, no, we haven't, but we have. I
Speaker 1: can remember it, and I remember I it was they
Speaker 1: shut the door completely and there were like six people
Speaker 1: in there, and they didn't know who they were fucking
Speaker 1: or sucking. That's the one that came to my mind.
Speaker 1: This however, there is a teacher too, actually, and they
Speaker 1: were brother in laws that I that were very attractive.
Speaker 1: I today, I can't tell you what they looked like,
Speaker 1: but I remember thinking they were attractive. I do remember
Speaker 1: remember that. But I was never like Gaga googo over
Speaker 1: them like other girls were. I don't know, and I
Speaker 1: have not. I've been back home, not often, but I've
Speaker 1: been back home and I've never ran into them. I
Speaker 1: know how to run into them if I'm there, but
Speaker 1: I just the timing of being home and it's never
Speaker 1: gave me an opportunity to run into them, you know
Speaker 1: what I mean. And I think one of them moved
Speaker 1: I now, So no, it's not a masturbation fantasy for me.
Speaker 1: But anytime a teacher fantasy comes up, I always do think, yeah,
Speaker 1: there was one. It's interesting because sometimes you hear men say,
Speaker 1: you know, the teachers didn't look like that back by day,
Speaker 1: And I can honestly say I can think of one
Speaker 1: female teacher and she was I mean, I could see
Speaker 1: where she'd be attractive, and I've heard she was extremely
Speaker 1: naughty outside the class. And I'm not going to drop
Speaker 1: names or subjects just in case I have someone from
Speaker 1: my hometown listeners my luck, right, Have you ever had
Speaker 1: the hots for a teacher. I mean as an adult
Speaker 1: you ran into them, and did it ever happen? And
Speaker 1: if you were happened to bump into a teacher and
Speaker 1: they came on to you, would you fuck them in
Speaker 1: the coat closet on the Christmas Eve in a bar?
Speaker 1: Or would you take them home and fuck them there?
Speaker 1: Or would you just save it in your spank bank?
Speaker 1: As a kuldah should have? What a I hope it's
Speaker 1: one of the other. But if it has to be
Speaker 1: the kodahoa should have, I hope it's kinky as fuck.
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki, I never thought i'd cross the line. The
Speaker 1: last Christmas Eve turned me into a taboo gift receiver.
Speaker 1: I'm twenty seven, married two years, but still living part
Speaker 1: time in my mom's house. Always stay for our own place.
Speaker 1: My stepdad, Grant, came into my life when I was nineteen.
Speaker 1: He's forty five now, a rugged contractor with salt and
Speaker 1: pepper hair, broad shoulders, and that quiet authority that always
Speaker 1: made my stomach flip in ways I tried to ignore.
Speaker 1: Mom married him fast and we had this unspoken tension
Speaker 1: ever since. Lingering hugs, accidental brushes in the hallway, his
Speaker 1: eyes on me when I'd come down in the tiny
Speaker 1: sleep shorts. Last year, a massive snowstorm hit our Colorado
Speaker 1: town right after Christmas Eve. Powered flickered, roads closed, and
Speaker 1: my husband got stuck at his parents an hour away,
Speaker 1: just me, Mom and Grant until Mom passed out early
Speaker 1: from too much mulled wine, leaving us alone by the
Speaker 1: roaring fireplace, wrapping last minute gifts under the twinkling tree.
Speaker 1: I was in a red satin nighty with fuzzy tram
Speaker 1: a joke from I gifted from my husband, no bra,
Speaker 1: nipples hard from the chill. Grant was in flannel pants
Speaker 1: and a tight thermal shirt, pouring us both whiskey to
Speaker 1: stay warm. We talked, really talked, for the first time
Speaker 1: in years, about life, Krett's desires. His voice was low,
Speaker 1: gravelly as he emitted, noticing me more than he should.
Speaker 1: You've grown into a stunning woman, he said, his hands
Speaker 1: brushing my thighs as he reached for the ribbon. The
Speaker 1: air thickened like frosting. I should have moved away, but
Speaker 1: I leaned in, whispering, show me how much you've noticed. Daddy.
Speaker 1: That word undid him. His kiss was possessive. Years of restraint,
Speaker 1: shattering as his tongue claim mine, Tasting of spice and smoke.
Speaker 1: He pulled me onto his lap, my nighty riding up.
Speaker 1: His hands gripped my ass hard enough to bruise. You can't,
Speaker 1: he growled, But his cock was raw, hard, un beneath me,
Speaker 1: straining against his pants. I ground down, moaning softly, but
Speaker 1: me are. He carried me to the guest room downstairs,
Speaker 1: away from mom snores, Lying me on the bed, ammad
Speaker 1: shattered wrapping paper and bows. His mouth was everywhere, sucking
Speaker 1: my neckiding my nipples through the satin until I arched,
Speaker 1: and then pushing the fabric aside, devouring my breasts like
Speaker 1: a starving man. His rough hands slid between my legs,
Speaker 1: finding my panty soaked so you're wet for stepdaddy, he murmured,
Speaker 1: fingers plunging deep, curling it to hit the spot while
Speaker 1: his thumb tormented my clit. I came fast, biting the
Speaker 1: pillow to muffle my cries. The Christmas lights from the
Speaker 1: hall casting red and green glows across our skin. I
Speaker 1: returned the favor, dropping to my knees like this good girl,
Speaker 1: tugging down his pants to free his thick, cock veined, heavy,
Speaker 1: bigger than I fantasized. I licked him slowly from base
Speaker 1: to tip, then took him deep, gagging softly as he
Speaker 1: fisted my hair. That's it, baby, he groaned, thrusting gently
Speaker 1: the risk mom just upstairs. The storm howling outside made
Speaker 1: every slarp electric. He pulled me up, bending me over
Speaker 1: the bed, spanking my ass once twice, the cracks echoing
Speaker 1: like jinging bells. You've been naughty all year, he said,
Speaker 1: roll playing into it, then thrust into me from behind
Speaker 1: with one smooth stroke, stretching me deliciously. He fucked me
Speaker 1: deep and steady, one hand over my mouth, the other
Speaker 1: rubbing my clitton circles. The bed creak rhythmically, ornaments on
Speaker 1: the nearby shelf, tinkling with each pound. I came again, harder,
Speaker 1: my walls pulsing around him as he snarled, take Daddy's load.
Speaker 1: He buried himself deep, flooding with hot spurts, his body
Speaker 1: shuddering against mine. We collapsed, panting, then cleaned up quietly.
Speaker 1: He kissed my forehead, whispering, best Christmas ever. My husband
Speaker 1: made it home the next morning, none the wiser grant
Speaker 1: and I haven't repeated it yet, but every holiday glance
Speaker 1: now carries that secret heat. This year's another storm's forecast.
Speaker 1: Yours anonymous, Hello, Anonymous, you dirty, dirty girl? How are we? So?
Speaker 1: I had something similar. It's not a step or anything
Speaker 1: like that, but it was someone that I knew. It
Speaker 1: was within our circle of how do I say this
Speaker 1: is keeping a anonymous? He was someone I knew's parent. Okay,
Speaker 1: silver Fox, very very very silver Clox had grandkids at
Speaker 1: the time. I was legal, Let's put it there. So
Speaker 1: I was, I was at that young age, and I
Speaker 1: thought nothing of it. I didn't have there to me
Speaker 1: there was. I mean, there was some tension in certain
Speaker 1: areas and stuff in certain situations. I thought nothing of it.
Speaker 1: And then one day I saw him. And if you're
Speaker 1: from the South, you'll know what I mean by this,
Speaker 1: or Midwest. Typically, if you see someone driving by, you
Speaker 1: just wave right. Well, I saw him and I waved,
Speaker 1: and he didn't wave back. He always waved back. And
Speaker 1: I remember following him and we drove down a little
Speaker 1: bit away from the main road and there was a
Speaker 1: church there, and for some reason we stopped in the church,
Speaker 1: like you know, off to the side, you know, and these,
Speaker 1: and I remember we were talking and I for some
Speaker 1: stupid reason that day and here you go, guys, I
Speaker 1: was wearing a short plaid plated skirt, kid, you not
Speaker 1: knee high socks. Yeah, I don't remember my shoes, white
Speaker 1: knee on socks. And I had this white T shirt
Speaker 1: button up with a black vest on top. I was
Speaker 1: very naive, not not looking back now. Yeah, and of
Speaker 1: course you could see the white lace brawn or my
Speaker 1: white T shirt, my white shirt because it, you know,
Speaker 1: wasn't like a heavy thick shirt, you know. And my
Speaker 1: breasts were huge then huge. Okay. So as I got
Speaker 1: up in his truck so I could talk to him
Speaker 1: because I was in a little car, you know. And
Speaker 1: I went and I sat in the passenger's side and
Speaker 1: not sinking anything of it, and Irene leaned in and
Speaker 1: gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek,
Speaker 1: and he goes, can I have a real kiss? And
Speaker 1: I tell you this to this and I kid you not.
Speaker 1: To this day, I can still hear him in my head,
Speaker 1: hands down. Yes we did, no, nothing happened, but yeah
Speaker 1: it's it's it is not my kidha shit, A leed
Speaker 1: up because it was so close to everything. Yeah, so no,
Speaker 1: I didn't. I'm sure we I could have been talked
Speaker 1: Let's be honest. I could have been talked into it
Speaker 1: if one we weren't on a public road that a
Speaker 1: lot of our connections drove down. And two, yeah, I
Speaker 1: definitely could have talked me into it if we were
Speaker 1: in somewhere not in the church, though definitely not in
Speaker 1: that church. So there's a little something about me for
Speaker 1: Christmas present? How about that? I don't even know if
Speaker 1: I told you guys about that yet. Have you ever
Speaker 1: had someone that you should be saying no to come
Speaker 1: around and things get out of control untill this day?
Speaker 1: And yes, it is in your spank bank. I'd really
Speaker 1: like to know, Dear Nikki. I'm thirty, a graphics designer
Speaker 1: in a busy Minneapolis suburb, and last Christmas the mall
Speaker 1: became my personal naughty playground. The holiday season stresses me out,
Speaker 1: crowds lists, fake cheer, but our local mall goes all
Speaker 1: out a massive Christmas village in the center of the
Speaker 1: courtyard with twinkling lights, fake snow, and a throne where
Speaker 1: Santa Here's kids wishes all day. Last year, the Santa
Speaker 1: was Derek thirty eight, a part time actor with a
Speaker 1: real beard, piercing blue eyes, and a body that filled
Speaker 1: out the red suit in ways that should be illegal.
Speaker 1: I'd seen them before, but something about that velvet pants
Speaker 1: in the boots made my mind wander to very unwholesome places.
Speaker 1: It started innocently. I was shopping late one evening, the
Speaker 1: mall thinning out but still open till ten p m.
Speaker 1: Kids were gone, but carollers roamed and family snapped photos
Speaker 1: by the hot displays. I lingered near Santa's Village, watching
Speaker 1: Derek wrap up his shift, posing for a few adult
Speaker 1: choke photos, mostly tipsy girlfriends on his lap. When the
Speaker 1: line cleared, he caught my eye, winked and said one
Speaker 1: more for the road. I laughed and climbed on and
Speaker 1: whispered my real wish I've been naughty this year. His
Speaker 1: hands squeezed my thigh under my cape, hidden from view
Speaker 1: the jolt between my legs this instant, he texted me later,
Speaker 1: he slipped his number into my shopping back like a pro.
Speaker 1: Village closes the tin, but I lock up meet me.
Speaker 1: The risk was insane. Security patrols, light shoppers, cameras everywhere,
Speaker 1: but I was soaked just thinking about it. I waited
Speaker 1: in a nearby store till the lights dimmed, then slipped
Speaker 1: past the velvet rope into display. The sleigh was huge
Speaker 1: prop reindeer, piled fake gifts, surrounded by faux evergreens, and
Speaker 1: falling snow from the overhead machines. Derreck was waiting in
Speaker 1: full sanasuit minus the hat. Ho ho ho, little girl,
Speaker 1: he growled, pulling me into the sleigh. His kisses of
Speaker 1: rough beard scratched deliciously as his tongue invaded my mouth,
Speaker 1: tasting of peppermint from the candies. He handed out hands
Speaker 1: everywhere mine, unbuckling, his wide belt, his hiking up my skirt,
Speaker 1: fighting my thigh highes, and no panties. I planned this, naughty, indeed,
Speaker 1: he murmured, fingers sliding into my wetness, pumping slow like carrollers.
Speaker 1: Muffled jingle bells echoed from the atrium. The semi public
Speaker 1: thrill was everything, voices nearby, footsteps on tile, the occasional
Speaker 1: flash of a phone from stragglers. He bit me over
Speaker 1: the sleigh edge by hands gripping faux rather lanes as
Speaker 1: exposed of the cool air. He spank me once a
Speaker 1: sharp crack, swallowed the ambient music, then freed his crock, thick, hard,
Speaker 1: curving up like a candy cane, ready to be licked.
Speaker 1: No time for foreplay. He rubbed the head along my slit, teasing,
Speaker 1: then thrust in deep the sleigh rock gently, bells jingling
Speaker 1: softly with each pound as he fucked me hard and silent.
Speaker 1: One hand clamped over my mouth. I glanced up through
Speaker 1: the fake trees and saw shadows of people walking by.
Speaker 1: Oblivious that pushed me over. I came clinching around him,
Speaker 1: knees buckling, biting his palm to stay quiet. He sped up,
Speaker 1: growling tink Santa's load, then pulled out, spinning to me.
Speaker 1: To my knees, I sucked him desperately, beard tickling my
Speaker 1: forehead as he erupted down my throat, hot and thick.
Speaker 1: We straightened up just as the security light swept by.
Speaker 1: He locked the gate. I slipped out the side. No
Speaker 1: one noticed. We hooked up a few times after that
Speaker 1: with that sleigh ride, the ultimate public risk Christmas miracle, yours, Nancy. Hello, Nancy,
Speaker 1: as I'm reading this and we're talking about people taking
Speaker 1: pictures and families walking by, you know you're on at
Speaker 1: least one of those photos, just saying, and you also
Speaker 1: know that someone saw, you know, just putting it out there.
Speaker 1: Someone saw someone saw you having a great time. I'm I'm, I'm,
Speaker 1: or they at least caught a glimpse and you guys
Speaker 1: changed positions and it was gone. And maybe they're thinking
Speaker 1: I haven't gotten laid in a couple days. That's probably why,
Speaker 1: that's where their head's at. Just saying, if you had
Speaker 1: a chance to be with someone from Christmas Village on Christmas,
Speaker 1: would you take the chance. Would you take the chance
Speaker 1: to be able to rock your world? I hope you would,
Speaker 1: even if it is a public risk. Just think you
Speaker 1: possibly then could be part of somebody's Christmas pictures and
Speaker 1: they don't realize it's a long time from now, you know,
Speaker 1: hopefully well they're not showing slides on big screen for
Speaker 1: the family and where you're blown up on a sixty
Speaker 1: eight or even nine FC nineties now ninety eight flat
Speaker 1: screen TV. That's a thought for you. I think this
Speaker 1: is a per fig place to end our Christmas debauchery.
Speaker 1: I want to thank you again for joining me. I
Speaker 1: think the moral of our night be merry for mistletoe
Speaker 1: that leads to mischief, eggnog that loosens inhibitions, and step
Speaker 1: relations who know how to feel your stalking just right,
Speaker 1: and the redal still just a candy cane. Lovers, But
Speaker 1: after tonight, I bet you're eyeing that stripey treat a
Speaker 1: whole new way. Now, what I really hope is that
Speaker 1: you go deck your own halls, and preferably with someone
Speaker 1: else's tensil again from me, Darcy and the Brits and enclosing,
Speaker 1: Hello lover, why don't you pin me over down by
Speaker 1: that Charlie Bowen Christmas tree that you have right in
Speaker 1: front of the fireplace. Give me a good railing we
Speaker 1: can feel loud again for your neighbor to hear. What
Speaker 1: do you think I really want to know? Merry Christmas,
Speaker 1: you sexy sexy sexploridos, and don't forget to come again
Speaker 1: and again, have a wonderful Merry Christmas.