Crossing Boundaries, Poolside Passion, Coffee and Desire

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about the amazing businesses I work with. Last week on our Friday subscriber show, I started a new thing and the story was so good I wanted to just repeat it here. So just enjoy and you'll understand. Dear Nikki. So this happened about two years ago. Now it's taken some time for me to be okay about telling the story as I am now. For a long time, I kept it entirely to myself in my incognito browser, as I googled for reassurance that I was not the only one.

But look, it's been a while, I've grown up a bit, and I realized I can't keep a story like this to myself forever. It honestly just wins too many conversation competitions such as funniest, worst, weirdest sex story, and it would be a shame to give up those victories. Anyway. First things first, I'm a heterosexual woman, and I use tender to avoid having to hook up with the local guys when all I want is casual relationship. It's a small town, and if you've ever lived in one of those,

you'll understand instantly what I mean. So I get this guy to drive here, a three hour trip for him. We meet in public to make sure he's not a serial killer or whatever, and to see if we get on as a person. I don't feel super attracted to him, like we're not clicking, but it's whatever. He has a penis as in my age bracket, and isn't super gross hindn't. He's driven three hours to see me, and I'm super

horny desperate, so I bring him home. We get to my place and things get hot and heavy rather quickly. We go straight to the bedroom. He's a little rougher than I usually go for. I like to joke that my kink is pretending that you actually love me. But again, it's fine. I'm horny and I'm taking what I can get at the stage right now, Bear in mind that I've been nervous all day. I hadn't eaten breakfast, and just a couple cups of coffee the night before, though

I'd eaten Indian food, Just putting that out there. Back to the sex. He was rougher and than I'd been expecting. It had been months since I'd gotten laid. We started off doggy style, but within a few minutes I decided I wanted to be a bit more in control, and I initiate a position switch. Now I'm on top, and it's a lot better for me. It's less about how he likes it and more about how I want it.

I get down low, my head close to his shoulder, and I'm just doing my thing when suddenly he grabs me by the hips and starts doing this whole other thing, his thing aggressively, and maybe because I'd already been so close, it was just all way too much for me, and I felt myself coming hard, except I'm just not coming.

It all happens so quickly, but I think I came while I farted, but it was actually sharp, not a big one or a lot because I hadn't eaten much, but with a bit of liquid too, and god, it smelt so bad because the Indian food I had the night before too. I froze, He froze. He started looking disgusted to say what, But before he'd even finished getting the word out, I jumped up and off him, not quickly enough to avoid seeing what I'd done on him, and ran to the bathroom in a wide eyed panic.

This is never and has as never happened since to me before I have Oh my god, I have never heard of it happening to anyone else before either. This is awful. I was in tears, moaning no no, no, no, no, no, no, no, over and over to myself as I heard him walk up to the hallway, not call my name from outside the bathroom and knock again. I did not respond. I could not respond. I didn't know what to say. Eventually he came in because I mean he had to shower, right,

of course he did. Yeah, so that happened, and it was an awkward and terrible silent. I still don't know what to fucking say. What the hell can you say? I was also still crying and saying no lol. He only took a minute anyway, grabbed a tail and left with it. I closed the bathroom door behind him, waiting till long after he had left to go to the bedroom change the sheets. He had, of course already unmatched me on tender. If it's not signed, we'll call her Martha.

I don't know. Oh my god. No, it's never happened to me. I am not in that group. And I'm sorry this was a bad I'm sorry if I brought up a bad Mary for you. Oh my god. I can honestly say that I have never now, I have queafed once, because I mean, that's just it makes sense, especially you know, it just makes sense. But I have never sharded over anybody. Yeah, oh my god. Okay, So we're going to start a thing. If you have stories like yes, I would like to. You know, laughter does

leave to great sex. And if you can't laugh during sex, I don't know if I could laugh during this. Yeah, you turn it around, right, especially if you're just looking for a hookup. He drove three hours and got sharded on Could you imagine this man's story? Oh my god? Oh yeah, Darcy was right on this one. We didn't know what to do with it. So I think I think we should add this in. I think this made

me I want to delve into this. So if you have something funny and I might repost this to next week's show, just because it's too good not to share. Definitely right in. I would love to hear miss. Perhaps we all have them, right, we're just embarrassed to talk about them. And what way is to get it off your chest and somewhere anonymously just saying it? You know, a time it is, It's time to sit back, relax,

let's have a whiskey. There's some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some ironic fantasies from people just like you and me. Dear Nigie, I need to get something off my chest. I'm married, I love my wife, and I want to make it clear right away. I'm not gay. I have no interest in men, no interest in penis. I love women, I love vagina. But I have this side of me that most people would never know about.

It started small. I tried on boys short panties once, just out of curiosity, and I liked how soft they felt. From there, it grew thongs, yoga shorts. My wife knows about those. She gives me shit about it in a playful way, but she doesn't realize that it goes further. When she's not around. I'll sometimes put on her sports bras, her bralettes, even her lingerie, And when I do, I feel something I can't really explain. I feel sexy, I feel feminine, I feel free in a way I don't

get to feel otherwise. Part of me thinks it comes from a mismatch in our sex drives. This fills a space that empty sometimes. But it's not just about sex. It's about how it makes me feel like I'm tapping into this hidden side of myself that's always been there. I don't want this to sound like a betrayal of my wife, because it's not replacing her. It's just this part of me that I keep locked away, and I guess I'm confessing it here because I want someone to

hear it out loud. Chris Hullo, Chris, how are you? This is actually way more common than you think. I can't tell you how many men and would call and tell me about this. I actually had a long standing regular, no name here, but he would he when he first started calling, he would talk about the boys shorts as you were saying, that we wear, but they were it was just the way they felt inside me and knew

there was always more, because there's always more. When they call it, they always start with the fragment, like you were saying, just that little step, but an all honesty. He liked to wear women's lingerie and he had I'm not saying this is your case or everybody's case, but he had such a high stressful job the exact opposite made him like decompressed, kind of like a stress ball in a way, and he would dress up well. He

also liked to vibe himself. So I've talked about him before where he took I can't think of the toy right now, but he would wrap it around him and he would take bandage though it didn't pull any hair, but I think he was shaved, he said, and we would vibe him and he would get off that way. And he did it every week with me once a week. And he would wear his panties. And these are the thinner ones, not the boy shorts, but the speedo like regular panties or the gosh. I wish I would know

my beauties. They weren't complete thongs. He wore thongs, but he at work he preferred not to wear them. So but going back to you, it was a really good Did he like it? Yes, But he also told me he said he loves women, absolutely loves women. Wasn't in a dick, didn't want dick, nothing else. It was just this is his way of the softer side of him after being such a hard, hard ass, you know, and what with the position he had. So I don't see

anything wrong with this. And you're not alone, like I said, I can't tell you how many men you know, and he didn't. It was a way for him to decompress or like they tell somebody that's just needs a moment to go touch grass. So his was the soft feelings of lingerie where somebody might go and listen to different mega hurts to decompress. You know, you know how you

can go. YouTube's a great one where it helps with the anxiety and everything else, but your brain basically needs an opposite effect, like a lemon if you know, lemons can also do it. Or the rubber band around your wrist snap, snap, snap, and it changes the focus of your brain like it, you know, that kind of thing before they take medicine or whatever. Not saying anybody sick here or anything else. If this helps whatever you need and makes you feel that way in a positive way,

I am one hundred percent for it. I don't see anything wrong with this. If this makes you feel great, if it makes you feel in touch with who you are, it doesn't make you anything but you, And no judgment for anybody here. We all have something, you know, is like I say, we all have something mine. I like to go touch grass. I remember when you know I do have xanax, I honestly do. And I hate taking

the shit. And if you are know me personally, I wait to the very last minute where I should have took it two hours ago, because I do all the things that you know that beforehand listen to the megaharts, go touch grass. You know, if I have a limit, I even try that, you know, but sometimes you just gotta take it. But I've also found another way. Masturbation is another one of mine. You know, there's sometimes I know that when I'm te too keyed up too often.

See I also speak fast. When I'm onto something or just a little bit riled, I have to go masturbate and I need one of those deep orgasms that I know is going to go to my spine, to my brain and it it's just like an It just like

it's a release. So if something that someone else would seem odd helps you release and become yourself again, and it's positive, who the fuck cares what alpha male or mega bitch down the street feels like it, because I'm guaranteeing you the first person that says something has something weirder than you or they. It's more it's like the stupid kindergarten saying, you maybe pointing one finger at me, but you've got four fingers in the thumb maybe depending

on how you're pointing back at you. So Chris, embrace it. I'm proud of you for trusting me with this you have me really smiling today, Dear Nikki. This was in sophomore year of college. I was twenty long, blonde hair, five ten and in a varsity of a swim team on our university. We have national competitions that would make or break it for me. When in continuously meant I got to keep my scholarship, Losing meant I lost everything

and would have to pay for my own tuition. We weren't rich, so I really had to grind every day during training to make sure that I won all my meats. I did pretty well my freshman year. I won a few here and there. Then I started with the college parties, making a new friends and getting into orgies and meeting guys, which kind of screwed up my momentum. I was almost always last. I decided, Okay, fuck it, I'll start taking it seriously again. To qualify for my scholarship, I'd have

to be invaluable to our team. But I kept just not meeting the mark because this one bitch would absolutely destroy me during the race. I didn't know what to do. I kept training, but it was not just fast enough. One day, I was drinking with my friends at a bar near our campus and I saw her there, curly brown hair, long legs, hot ass shit. I guess she decided that day that bras weren't her thing because you could fully see her tits through her t shirt. I

was quietly judgmental back then. I admit I was a little bit buzzed and had a few shots, so the only confidence I needed to blast her. I was fuming she was the only thing getting in between me and my win. I came up to her completely expect a mean entry, but she hugged me and said, oh my god. Hi. She was red and hot too, probably drank a bit more than me. I felt her boobs press up against mine. I was blurry up until that point. I've only really

liked to fuck guys. I never questioned my sexuality ever, so it must have been the alcohol. We talked a little, no flirting, just serious talk about our matches. It was casual until I brought up her beating me at every single race. That's not my fault, babe, She joked, yeah, but fuck, could you just slow down a bit? Maybe you need to speed up. I took a shot. I was dazed. I had nothing to lose. What can I do to get you to lose for once. She stared me straight in the eyes and teased, I don't know

what can you do. I wasn't sure what she meant, but I probably six shots in. I could feel her hot break on my face. My heart was pounding, so I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. She was so soft, tasted like alcohol, but who fucking cared. I could feel my pussy vibrating, and she grabbed me back too. I could hear our friends saying holy shit in the background, but I didn't give a fuck because I could feel her tongue in my mouth. I pulled

away for a second. I had to contemplate. I pretended to check my phone and said I had to go. I wasn't gay, I wasn't fucking a girl for anything. I left the bar and didn't see her until our next race. I lost again. I was pissed. I stayed in the locker room for hours until everyone left. I walked out into the pool area. She was there again. She said she saw me get angry and waited for me. I sat at the edge of the pool and she sat next to me. I was still frustrated at that point.

My coach said, I had one chance to win a meet or else I'm out. Can you throw? I asked hesitantly, Like what a ball? I thought she was fucking gorgeous, but dumbest shit. Okay, so I was just an insecure bitch at the time. No, Like, can you throw a race for me? I can't lose another one. I'm fucked if I do. What's in it for me? It's just the third spot, just to swim faster. Yeah, I can't even get the fucking third place. I kicked the water

and she gets a little wet. I haven't changed out of my suit, but she's already in a shirt and the shortest shorts I've ever could imagine. Her tits were gorgeous. I was jealous more than I was attracted to her. She looked at me. I was nervous. I didn't know if she had anything good to say. Give me something and I'll throw. She promised, what do you want? I like, have zero money in my bank account? Nuh, she whispered, then grab the back of my head and kissed me again.

Her hand made its way down to my thighs, and I jumped a little. I've never done this before. I could feel her fingers moving slowly towards my pussy. I trembled at the thought that she put her fingers inside me. She took my hand and zipped her shorts, making me touch her too. I nudged away a little. Do you want me to throw or what? She pulled me back closer to her. I tried my best with what I knew. I softly touched her clip, rubbing it in circles while

kissing her. I heard her moan a little, so I thought I must be doing something right. She kissed me harder and pushed me on to the cold tiled floor. It was dark, but I could see her face. Her curls fell into her eyes, and she tucked them behind her ears and kissed me more. She sat up and pulled my suit to the side and put two fingers inside me. I almost screamed. Her middle and ring fingers were bent in a way that I could feel the tips at the roof of my pussy. I felt like

I was going to pee. I've never had a finger or fuck me like this before. She rubbed my clit with her thumb while the other hand fucked me with her fingers. I wanted to scream I've never felt like this before. I knew it was coming, so I held my breath and closed my eyes shut. I felt an explosion inside my body. I exhaled loudly for what felt like I was going to die. She was so fucking good. She pulled my swimsuit back in order and said, get dressed and I'll wait. At that point, I was willing

to do whatever the fuck she wanted. I didn't even care if she threw any more. I wanted more. I got dressed quickly and ran out, and we walked to her car. She drove us to her apartment. When we got in, she immediately took her shorts off. Her legs are gorgeous. She was one of the hottest girls I've ever met. She gave me a glass of water and asked if I wanted a snack. I said no. She had a studio apartment, so we immediately sat on her bed. I'm going to teach you how to do me, she whispered.

She tucked my hair behind my ears and kissed me softly. Again. She lied down and took her underwear off. If you don't want to do it, it's fine, but I want to teach you. She said, no, it's okay. What do I do? She spread her legs and told me to get down there. She asked, what do you like to feel? Do that to me? I realized she wanted me to eat her out. I've never really had a guide to do that to me before. Okay, like this, take your

tongue and tap my clit softly. Then just do the same when you're playing with your clit to look it fast until I tell you to stop. I did my best. I got my tongue as wet as I could and licked her clit softly. I felt her jump a little. I did it more. I took two fingers, the same one she used on me and did what she did to me. Licked her pussy fast and pulled my fingers in and out of her too. I licked and licked until she said fuck. She sat up and held my face.

Thank you, she exhaled. She pushed me on my back and kissed me on the lips, then on the neck. Then she took my shirt off and kissed my chest. She sucked on my right nibbles softly while she twisted the other with her fingers. She pushed my legs open and took my shorts and underwear off. She went down on me too. She licked my clip the same way I did, but I feel like she was better, way better. I felt it everywhere in my body. Her hands were rubbing my inner thighs while she just pulsed her tongue

on my clip. I fucking came on her face. Her mouth was so wet. I loved every minute of it. My heart was pounding. When she sat up, she lied down next to me. We fucked more the entire night. When we were finished, I wasn't sure if I wanted to ask her to throw the game from me. I took a nap, then booked a ride. In the morning. She offered to give me a ride or get breakfast, but I just wanted to go home and take a shower.

I was conflicted at that point. She was so fucking great and beautiful, but I had to figure a lot of shit out too. I didn't see her until the next match she threw. I got third place, which was good enough to keep me around the team until I tried even harder. I never talked to her again after that. I also eventually gave up on swimming after a year. She gave me the best sex of my life. At that point, and a year of tuition, I realized I was too straight to pursue her seriously. She was my

typical experimental college phase, Heather. I think we all have a experimental college phase. I think I've told you mine. Mine wasn't quite as nice. Yeah, not as nice as all at all. It was a little odd. But I do think we should experiment, not just say Okay, college

is over, let's stop experimenting. And I actually hate that phase, you know, because in college you experiment, and you know after that you're supposed to just hang up and not be experiment Just it feels so okay, after this, it's no more fun, no more this, no more that we're supposed to be and only be this. And I absolutely hate that. I've always hated that phrase. It doesn't mean that it's there's decorum and things happen, you know, in

certain situations. But I don't ever think we should stop experimenting. I mean, I'm glad Howther realized that she was too straight, But does it mean that she can't play with women but not want to romantically be with them Alte not. I don't think she should rule that out. I mean, but unless she can honestly say, you know, yeah, it was a one time thing. I you know, I'm not really interested at this point. It's you know, going down

that road. I don't know, it just kind of left, like you know, She's just it was once it was done, it was great and I'll never do it again. And that's a shame. But that's honestly how she feels. Then none of us can change that. And I'm not gonna shame her for taking that stance. I'm glad she was conflicted about asking her to throw, because I don't know how many you know about swimming, and I can think

of a few other sports that are like this. I could come down to the mill a seconds you know, your college tuish and can come down to you know, hundreds of seconds and being fourth place, and you know, I couldn't imagine going that far. And you know, I swam. I didn't pursue going that far with it. I maybe should have, but I couldn't imagine the stress of having that on my shoulders, plus being attracted and wanting to experiment and yet yeah, yeah, yeah, I just I don't

think I would cope. Well, so kudos for you on that, Heather, if you had a chance to experiment again and your college phase, or even if you didn't go to college, you're said and said after high school stage, you know, the couple years where I guess it's a grace period until you know responsibility. I don't know. Some of us took the College of Life. So if you took the College of Life, are we still in our college experimental phase? That's a great question. I think. Kudos for me for

thinking of it. I really hope none of you have hung up your experimental phase. You're here so obviously you you probably haven't were thinking about starting your experimental face. And that's great. Experimental phases changes through life, just like you know now, I kind of like broccoli when I couldn't stand years ago. It's stunk, But you know, I

don't mind stuff anymore. I'll eat it. So what I'm saying is our mental phases did change and grow, and I think as long as they're consensual and yeta, yaha, yeada, YadA and all the phase words here, I think we should embrace them. Of course, the corn please, and you know, as long as it's happening in there, let it happen. Dear Nikki. I enjoy listening to your podcast so much I felt I needed to contribute. This happened a few years ago when my wife and I were really rough

patch and Craigslist was still going on. I placed an ad looking for our friends with benefits, not expecting anything to come of it, as ninety nine percent of my past experiences with dating sites and such was total bullshit. One day, though, I received a message that I skim passed in. Later that day, I get another message from the same person asking me why I would put and add there and not answer it. It caught my eye.

This young lady, we'll call her Rachel, had accidentally sent me three or four messages wanting to meet before one last caught my eye. I messed her back and she replied back almost immediately. I asked her what she was looking for and where she was located, expecting her to be three states away, and she replied back that she was only about three miles away from where I was at, and she was looking for as I was, of French benefits. So after several messages, we agreed to meet at the

local coffee chain and just see where it went. About Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the place and waited a bit to see if I could get a glimpse of her before I went inside. No such luck. I started thinking, Yeah, she's pulling my leg. So I'd decided to go ahead and go in and get a cup of Joe. I mean, no sense of going and not getting a cup of mud. Right just as I sat down with my coffee and my laptop, walks in this really cute sexy blonde about five to one and dressed

very nicely. She stopped and looked around for me. I told her I'd be wearing a purple shirt, and I do mean purple. As soon as she spotted me, she got this really sexy smile on her face. She came over and sat down, and we introduced ourselves, and I asked her if I could get her a cup of coffee. She said, no, thanks, I don't drink coffee, but we can sit here and talk. So we talked about what I got us both at this point in our marriages.

She was married to our high school sweetheart and a rocky thirty year marriage and had never been with anyone else but him. I let her know that my marriage not my first one, which started out like many with hot, sizzling, passionate, and somewhat kinky, but rapidly faded after a few years, but true love remained. We both let each other know that we had zero intentions of leaving our spouses, as

we both had too much invested into our relationship. It wasn't long and I had finished my coffee and suggested that we continue our conversation outside of my truck, and she said, let's go. Walking out to my truck, I thought I'd be doing good to even get a kiss

from this sexy vixen, much less anything else. I opened the door for her and then went around and got in, and as soon as I closed my door, she jumped over the console and laid a really hard, sexy kiss on me, sticking her tongue down my throat, and as soon as she pulled back, I returned the favor. We continued our kiss, and I started pulling in her shirt and working my way under her brawl to play with

her nipples. As as soon as I got one of her nipples between my thumb and finger and started rolling around, she stopped the kiss and grasped hard several times. I asked her if it felt good, and it seemed like it took everything she had to utter out uh huh. I asked her if we needed to go somewhere else to continue this, and once again she uttered uh huh. With my free hand, I started the truck and asked her, are you sure, and she said, hell, yeah, I'm sure.

So we broke hold of each other and headed to the hotel that was conveniently only a mile down the street. I got us a room towards the back, and when we went in, I closed the door and she whirled around and grabbed me shove against the wall, and I spun her around and pinned her up against the wall, where we started tearing each other's clothes off. Within three minutes of walking into the room, we were naked on

the bed going to town. Our first time was quick, as we both had each other so worked up that she organed as soon as I slid into her. That orgasm was followed up in a short minute or two with a huge gussing oh as she led out a screaming moan that was sure to be heard down the street. I came very shortly thereafter, and we both had just collapsed trying to catch our breath. We both lay there for a bit talking about how great of an orgasm.

We both just had a bit more talking, and the next thing I know, she started kissing on me and then worked her way to my chest and now onto my rising cock, and she began to lick me clean. Once she had it all clean and hard as a rock again, she climbed on top of me. Oh my god, ladies, if you truly knew how much men enjoy cowgirl, and slid me into her and started grinding away. Now that our first time was over and she was starting round two,

I was able to control myself much better. Rachel started back and forth motions, but long before she started to come again, our beautiful juices started to flow all over me and the bed. She had at least eight or nine more orgasms before I rolled her over and pounded her as hard as I could. I could tell she had gone into some orgasmic trance that was only stopped by me coming my second time. She grabbed me and held me there, wanting to feel my cock go limp,

and eventually slid out of her. Luckily, this cheap hotel did have a couple of bottles of water in the room, so I got up and got a hot washcloth in the water, and we laid there and talked for a bit more about our likes and dislikes, both sexual and non sexual, quenching our thirst. As we realized how much time had passed, we talked about how both wanted to

continue this and see where it led. We got up and started getting dressed, and she reached over and pinched my nipple and I playfully returned the favor, and that through the switch for the few clothes that we had to put on come off again. This time was a tad bit different. As we kissed, my cock was starting get hard again. She turned around for a little doggie, or so I thought, as I went to slide in that steaming hot pussy of hers, she reached around and said, no,

not there, and guided my cock into her ass. I only thought she had a tight little pussy. At first, I didn't think it would go in, as I'm pretty grothy. With a little effort on both of our parts, the head finally popped in with a little audible pop, and Rachel gasped and became totally silent for the first time since we walked into the room, knowing her silence could mean several things. I slowly pushed on and watching how Rachel twitched and moved as I worried that I might

hurt her. Before long, I was balls deep in her ass, and she started to moan and move back and forth. I let her lead this exercise, as I truly did not want to send her home injured. It was amazing how Rachel slowly built up a head steam, sliding my cock in and out of herself. I just stood there on my knees watching her. It didn't take her long as she was full pound mode, and before I knew it, she was squirting all over us in the bed again.

I've been with several women in my past as squirted, but never has anyone past our presence squirted as much as Rachel did. That day. She had several more orgasms, and we literally lost count as to how many she got. I finally blew my third and final load into her ass. We laid there a few more minutes before she noticed what time it was and said, shit, I gotta go

so he doesn't beat me home. I spoke to her the next day and she said she was walking in the back door and he was walking into the front door. He asked her why she was all sweaty and frazzled looking as she told him it'd just been a rough day and she didn't want to talk about it. Rachel and I met on several more times at the same hotel and her home when he was out of town,

and even met at a cemetery a few times. It was fun and a freaky right up until the groundskeeper walked up on us laying on the blanket butt ass naked in a secluded part of the cemetery in the middle of the day. He was nice enough and said that we needed to get out of there, and that he was going to walk slowly back to the office, and we've gone by the time he got there. He wouldn't call the police. The funny thing is we got dressed. He walked away and he made the comment thanks. I

enjoyed that. Thanks Josh, Hello, Josh, so has anybody I know it's not called this, but I only know it as the Pinia Kalada song. Josh, I really thought this was going to be like the Pinya Kalada song, just saying I kind of the way things are going. I was like, you watch they dressed this up. But no, so I'm not saying I wished it would have because it was hot. I really would love to hear the

we've never had the story out of a cemetery. Oh you watch, We're gonna get symons terry stories now, guys, I mean, each of their own wherever you guys want to do it right. There's something about friends with benefits. They can be dangerous. They very much can, especially if someone wants to be more than the bee and not a bitch. Sometimes having a friends with benefits does help.

And no judgment on my part whatsoever, I've been one, and I remember the guy saying, you know, how do He said something to the effect of, because I mean, it's just so long ago. He said, I thought you would fall for me. I'm like, that's I mean, I could have. But it was very clear on what he wanted, but obviously went and clear what he wanted in his head.

What gets me is when you guys write in and for somebody will write in and there's a line that a few of you have written time and time again in the last couple of weeks, and it's where you guys stop and you ask the other person, are you sure, And it always brings me back to a memory of It wasn't a friends with benefits story, that's for sure, but it's very special. So I only will tell you a tiny bit. So I was out of town and I had been talking to this person for a long time.

We never met, and it was just one of those what the fuck? And I drove there and got a condo and they happened to be in town for whatever reason, and we met up and yeah, I remember kind of like this. We didn't rip each other's clothes off. I mean, trust me, there was very big intentions and really wanting to, but it was very nice to put a name with a face. And I don't remember what led us from wine on the couch to the bedroom. I don't remember at all. It could have been kissing. I don't know.

It's very much a blur, but I do remember stopping and asking him was he sure? And he asked back, and I think my comment was I wouldn't have drove thousands of miles if I would, because I did. I drove a couple thousand, not quite cross country, but middle country to the other side. So yeah, that was my answer.

So then we went at it and we did it for a week, and yes, it's one of the best sex romantic weeks I've one of them I've ever had, and it's very much up there, and I do think about it quite often, especially when you guys write are you sure? So that one always just flitters to the top of my my mind. So thank you to each one of you guys. When you do put that that, it's a very special moment in my life, and it does flipped to my mind. Could you have a friends

with benefits? You know, either you know for their like a reason of they are or just because friends with benefits can mean lots of things. I mean, you could have a very very busy work life or whatever type of life you know, and a relationship just does not fit in at the moment, and that's okay. You know, being honest about what you're looking for in whatever type of relationship, either romantic or just sexual, is a good

place to be. It's a very honest place to be, and it's if that's where you want it to stay, it's very it's a very good place to keep it in check as well. So I'm for friends with benefits I'm supportive for that. There's, like I said, no reason not to have one if you want to go that. Oh I mean, I don't leave one right now. I have enough hand. I have my hands busy with what I have, So take that where you want it. What about you? I really want to know. I think this

is a perfect place to stop for the day. I want to thank you again for joining me. No announcements this week. Still still trying to catch up with jet Like it's not as bad as it was last week, but oh every not every day, not definitely, not every day, but like once a week. I'm like, okay, it's time a nap, and I do have to go recharge for like half an hour. But I'm still going to bed really early, about eight thirty. It feels like two thirty

in the morning, and I'm dragging to stay awake. I'm trying to stay up a little later each night, just get the swing of things. And I'm still laking up bright eyed, bushy tailed at for am I really need to get best that because it sucks. And In closing, Hello, lover, why don't you come on over? You know we can relift some of the things that we just did what do you think I really want to know, And until the next time, ladies and gentlemen, have a fucking fabulous week.