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of our vibrant community. Also check out our partnership pages for exclusive discounts and learn about the amazing businesses I work with. So is everybody out of the snow or still digging out of the snow? Definitely not digging I'm dug out. I am in this central so I got the early part of it and it was out of here by Saturday afternoon, sorry Sunday afternoon. So everything's fine here. Still a little cold, got my big blankie, my tea.

If you guys are in the Discord chat room, you know, I've got my tea sitting over here, got my water. We're good to go. So before we kick things off Discord, if you're not there really missing out. Sometimes I do pop in. We'll have do an ask, dear Nikki. It happens randomly. One thing I am doing that pops into those that can pop in the chat. I've been offering them to write or give me a direction of what they would like to hear for erotic audio, randomly picked.

So it's kind of one of those people that I just randomly picked somebody you can ask in the chat room. There's three I think that I've done it for so far, so it's just something new. I kind of feel I needed a little shake things up, and at least I know that in the group, you know the people that are there. You know, even in general chat. If I was to pick somebody out because I did it one time that they're getting what they like, So come on

over and join us on Discord. And by the way, we're doing a live show this Saturday, eight pm Central Standard time. Do your own math time zone math as I call it, and figure out what time it is. I'm going to try to record it. I'm going to test out later today with somebody to see if I

can at least record it. Don't know what's gonna involve yet, Probably similar to a show, but a little more questions and answer, so it'll be interesting to see how the question answer like I do in between stories that I can read those that would be that'd be interesting. So we're kind of just gonna throw it against the wall, kind of like I started out. Just throw it against the wall and see what goes there. But right now

it's going to be closely like a show. I expected to go anywhere between an hour to an hour and a half depending on how many people show up. And we'll see you there. I really hope to really do see you there. Link is in the show notes at the end of the show. So we had question come in from well, story in a confession come in from a previous episode. This one is reckless and dripping with that delicious guilt. We all pretend that we don't crave.

Dear Nikki moved into this tiny town near the base a couple years back, and let's just say the locals are friendly. My hobby travels a lot for work, so I've been the one handling all the honeydew runs to the hardware store. The owner, let's call him Hank, is a rugged silver fox dive who always lingers a little too long when he helps. He find screws the hardware kind mostly last week, I went in from some paint samples, wearing nothing but a sun dressed sandals, no bra, no

panties because why not. Feeling the hanging corners, me in the back aisle helping reach something high, and his hand accidentally brushes my thigh. I don't move away. The next thing I know, he's got me backed against the shelves, fingers teasing me under my dress while whispering how he's been dreaming about this since the first time I walked in, I was soaked. In seconds, we slip into the little storage room, door locked, thank god, and he drops to

his knees like a man on a mission. Tongue everywhere, make me bite my lips so hard to stay quiet, that he stands, bends me over a stack of boxes, and slides in, slow, then hard. I came twice before he filled me up, growling about how tight I felt. I walked out, looking flushed, paint swatches in hand, like nothing happened. How he gets home that night, smells sex on me, and we recreate it on the kitchen counter while I spill every day in till now, I'm wondering

should I go back for more supplies this weekend? Maybe bring home a surprise souvenir like Hank's number or something stick hear. What's your take, Nikki? Am I playing with fire? Or is this the kind of spice that keeps things sizzling at home? And be honest? Would you stink back for a round? Two? Flirty and soaked in Illinois? Well? Hello, flirty and soaked? Oh gosh, small towns are risk. You

know this is? You know me? Although I find this extremely hot, I think if you would have said that I found him a town over or two towns over, I'd be all for this. But as horny as I am right now, I'm still all for it if that makes sense. So if you're asking me now now, not after I go relieve myself after the show, then the answer is yeah, definitely, I would go back. Small towns are a risk. The cookie in the back room, Hubby loving the sloppy seconds. It's giving off Mike in the

hot wife energy. But with your delicious twist, You're not alone craving that thrill. Plenty of us for the just one more time is a temptation, and I probably would snink back for Roun four and five two. Just say it to you. If the fire feels this good, and Hubby's on board and clearly turned on by the stories, why not fan the flames a little snink back, grab what you quote unquote need and report back with every filthy detail. I bet it'll lead to another epic night

at home. Just play safe, keep communicating, but yeah, I'm gonna go ahead and put it out there. I'll be right there with you plotting round two or more. And guys, have you ever had a quick errand que unquote to turn into a fool forbidden quickie at a hardware store, coffee shop or wherever? Did you tell your partner and turn it into a fuel for hotter sex at home or keep it naughty for your little little secret. You know the drill. This is very curious. I think it

might be up my alley. What about you and were your delicious ears. Here's our naughty rental that sounds completely filthy, but you know it's really clean. We have to have one clean thing on the show, right. You pull me, you push me, you squeeze me tight. I make a loud noise when I'm really happy, and I love it when you finish me off quickly. What am I? And of course the answer is right after the episode. You

know what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax leuts, have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you and me. Dearniki. I'll open by saying that twenty five years ago, I watched a lot of porn. Well, I still watch a lot of porn, but I did as well back then. It was in the early days of the internet porn, when finding the right clips took some effort, and the porn hubs of the world hadn't yet taken off.

As your listeners might remember. That meant that there was a lot of smaller specialty sites and forums, and a lot of clip sharing was done via download media files instead of the streaming ones of today. So I had a little library of files on my computer sorted in different categories, the most prominent one being facials, a fetish

I still actively pursued today, decades later. But those were my innocent ears, and at that time I had a very innocent girlfriend named Natalie, a slender, pretty girl with a somewhat nerdy look because of her glasses. Don't get me wrong, we were both horny teenagers and we fucked a lot. She had a great sexual energy and appetite, and she still stands out to me as the most orgasment girl I've slept with. She would always come as soon as I went balls deep in her when we

had sex. But she had never watched porn and had very little concept of what existed on the internet, and thus in my dirty mind, and at the time, I was so thankful just to have found a cute girl who wanted to have sex with me, that I was too afraid to push her away. And if I pushed her boundaries, well, as you might have guessed from the

build up, she found my porn folder one day. She had borrowed my computer for schoolwork, and while I thought I was pretty sneaky where I hid my porn, I had underestimated how computer savvy she was, and maybe how determined she was to find what she was looking for. I had left her alone for a short while and came back to my room. I found her watching a grainy amateur clip of girl next door type happily receiving

a huge faus soul. She was obviously immersed in the experience, and it took her a few moments for her to notice me, as she frantically tried to close the media player and pretend like I didn't just catch her red handed. I laughed it off and asked her she liked what

she had seen. She turned beat red and mumbles something about how it was a bit much and not really her thing, but it had done something to her because it didn't take long for us to be all over each other in my bed, but then again, that's how we spent most of her time anyway. After we had finished and laid in bed cuddling, she asked me that thing in the video you don't expect me to ever let you do that to me right, Well, I don't expect you to do anything you don't want to do,

but it would be hot if you let me. We didn't talk any more about it that night, and I honestly didn't expect any more to come of it, but I was very glad and relieved that she hadn't made more of a big deal of it. That was until maybe a month later, at the night of my birthday. Nellie had come over late, and her cheeky attitude left no doubt that she had come over with a plan. She had hinted that I would get my birthday present later, and as we wound up in bed, it was very

much dawning on me. When I was in a special treat I started kissing her and intioning our normal for play routine, but she pushed me to the bed and asked me to wait. She slowly revealed in a cute and awkward strip tease that she had thought and was wearing black lingerie. I reached for her again, but she pushed my hands away and asked me to undress instead. To day is your birthday, so Jess, let it bit

me take care of you. I undressed and laid on my back, row hard and ready for her as there, and then she started stroking my cock while on her knees next to me, so I could see her playing with her nipples through her lingerie with other hand. I was surprised by my own showmanship. Where had my shy, nerdy girl friend gone? She started slowly licking up and down my shaft, playing with my precumb with her tongue. Are you ready to get the best blow job you've

ever had? She didn't wait for me to answer before starting to suck my cock with great enthusiasm. We often had oral and our regular routine was for me to warn her before coming, after which she would just remove herself and jerk me off over my stomach. Once before, she had let me come in her mouth before she rushed to the bathroom to clean her mouth. I was hoping for her to do so again after her promise of the best blow job ever. Maybe she would even

swallow my gum. As my thoughts were racing towards and how she would celebrate my climax, My cock was following suit. I am getting close, I warned her and added it with a hopeful voice. Can I come in your mouth, not tonight, she replied, and got off of me. My initial disappointment hardly registered before she continued, I know I said I wouldn't let you, but today, since it's your birthday, I thought i'd let you finish like in one of

those videos you like. That's revealing she had maybe had a little more time with my porn folder than I had thought. Initially, I couldn't believe this was coming from my normally demure, innocent girlfriend, but I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. I pushed her over on her back and positioned myself across her so I could stroke myself while playing with her tits. She reached for the nightstand and put on her glasses. I think maybe I

need these for protection, she grinned. I was still a bit unsure that she would actually follow through with this, and I didn't want to be the bad experience for Is it okay I sit on you like this? As she moaned soft in reply, I noticed that her hand had found its way down to my black silk pandies and that she was now softly circling our clip. Embolded by this sight, I had to ask her, have you ever thought about that video you saw? Did you maybe even think about it was a little hot? She looked

up with a dreamy expression. Well maybe. At first I thought it was a little much and a little disgusting, But after a while I thought it was hot thinking about you looking and jerking off. So I've actually watched it again a few times while you were out of the room since then. Hearing your talk like this almost put me over the edge, as I was still slowly stroking myself in front of her face, my cock slicked with spit from the bro job and an increasingly amount

of pre Come. So what do you want to do to me now, babe? I asked, moving closer, increasing my pace. You know that thing, she said, hesitating, while obviously increasing the pace of her own handiwork as well. One thing I want to hear you say it, I pressed. I want you to I want you to jerk off and come on me. Where do you want me to come? I want you to come on me. I want you

to come on my face. She almost spit out the last word, clearly struggling against her shy nature while being pushed deep into sex space by orgasm that was clearly rolling through her slender body. My mind went blank, and I started coming all over her in thick white spurts. Some of them went over her head and onto the pillow in her hair, but most of it connected across her pretty face, hap open mouth, across her cheeks, and

onto her glasses. On her own initiative, she raised her head and took my pulsing cock in her mouth, sucking me dry remaining drops. After that, we both collapsed and lay there, still saying not anything, as she was playfully started scooping my cum off her face with fingers. Well, that was the best birthday present I'd ever had, I told her, with the conviction. But do I have to

wait another year before we do it again? Maybe not, she replied, But maybe you could also show me what other videos you have on your computer, And of course I did, Ethan, Hello, Ethan, how are you? That was really hot. I'm actually still not shy in the sex department by any means, But I don't know, I don't know how to describe myself. You know, I do blush

a lot, like a lot, a lot a lot. Even though I'm really open to a lot of things, it still makes me so I still kind of have that whole nerdy, shy girl part of me that's never really went away. I liked that I fell in love with her myself, I absolutely did. I love the fact that she stumbled across your stash and she took the initiation of no matter how un she took the time to really look into herself and say, how can I do

this for him? Which is so much me. I really like to know what turns my partner on, what makes them, what makes them sexually happy? What can I do to make something happen in real time? You know, if they're ready to put the toothpaste out of the tube kind of thing. The build up the birthday surprise, her putting her glasses on for quote unquote protection. I think she was still going with a nerdy like library. Look. I love the simple discovery turned into such an intimate, explosive

moment for you both, Ethan. I have a question after the first facial, did you and Natalie dive deeper into your porn collection together or did it open the door to more adventures. I like the thought that not everybody connects through porn. They don't. I know, I only use it occasionally if I need to quit little get off. I'm I'm one of those women. I think. I don't know if I'm few or not that I cannot flip. Okay, I can a little bit flip into what I need to do to get off. I usually have to watch

something to stimulate me, and I do not watch. I go search and I want a video. It's over twenty minutes, but I don't. I like fast forward, take the little slider, go, let's get to the good stuff. So I don't necessarily watch porn with my partner, but if it was something that turned us both on for investigative research for kinky

stuff later, I absolutely would. But that's me. Have you ever had a partner's secret kink revealed unexpectedly and did it bring you closer or spark something new in your own sex life? You know the drill. I want to hear about it. Dear Nikki, I am Naomi thirty something here in the UK. I love, love, love your podcast. Thank you so much for the naughty thoughts and the

tingles you and your listeners have given me. My experience can be classified as how I really met my husband to most my friends and anyone that asked the question, how did you meet your husband. I tell them it was through a mutual friend and leave it there. Sometimes I might add a tiny detail, but I never actually the truth. So here's the truth. I know you won't judge me for it, and I hope it makes you smile. Going back over ten years ago, I was good friends

with Sophie. We met in college and lived close by, did everything two good friends can do. She was always into long term relationships with boys and far more sensible than me, where I was a bit more free, shall we say. My morals were not the best and I hardly ever stayed with anyone for long. So Sophie was in a relationship with a lovely man called Nathan. They'd been together for almost a year, and she had basically moved in with him. They were very close and annoyingly

cute together. The only problem being that as I fancied him so much, I really did, he just seemed to tick so many boxes for me. I was always seemed to want what I can't have. I can be a big flirt and I'm not always good at hiding my thoughts about others. So were there many times we would go out as group friends, and with him there, I would always have my naughty thoughts and be cheeky flirt. It wasn't anything that obvious, but thinking back, it must

have been. I'm not sure I am all that subtle. One such night was after a drinks party at a rather fancy works promotional event. As Sophie was a big part of she had invited Nathan and myself along to boost the numbers. There were lots of free bubbies, cocktails and it was a really good night out with a chance to dress up and have fun, so I wasn't going to turn it down. Poor Sophie was staying professional

and looking after the other guest. She couldn't drink, so I had volunteered to be our designated driver for that night, which left me alone with Nathan quite a lot. We became drinking partners in crime, seeing who could bag the most free drinks as we walked around the venue, having a laugh and joke. We stayed to the very end and had a good night. I grabbed a bottle of champagne on my way out the door for no other reason than I could. I was in a very fun mood.

Sophie had offered to drop someone else off on the way home, so he sat in the front as she drove, leaving myself and Nathan in the back of the car. From the moment we set off, I was in full flirt mode, so I kicked off my shoes, rubbing it up and down his leg, grinning at him from the safety of the darkness, knowing she couldn't see. Oh, Nikki, I was shocking. I admit it. I did every cliche flirt you can imagine, from touching a thigh, sucking the

top of the bottle suggestively. I even sat back, raising my dress just enough to show my pennies to him. My cleavage was on full display. I traced my fingers over my exposed skin. I was far from subtle, and got worse the more he squirmed. At one point, I put my hand over his crotch and almost squealed when I felt he was hard. My head was spinning. She was driving along, making small talk before dropping off her

Colligue at his home. I remember behaving more at this point, but I still blew kisses to him and glanced at his balge as he tried to pretend it wasn't there. So he hadn't spoke much for the remainder of the journey, and when she got to my house she just said, thanks, you can go now. I was barely out of the car before they drove off. No surprise. I woke up the next morning with a Grade A hangover. I felt awful. Then there was the moment when I think back to

how I behaved and what happened. I really didn't worry too much about it until I saw my phone so many text messages from Sophie accusing me of all kinds of things, asking did I think she was blind? Calling me every name you could think of, slut, bitch, fat, cow, tart, you can get the idea much worse too. There must have been twenty messages from her, too many for me to read, and just one from Nathan telling me to apologize for her. Okay, so at this point I did

feel bad. I tried to call her, text her anything to say sorry, blame me, et cetera, but there was no reply to anything, no blue ticks. Only option left was to see her face to face, whatever a bruce she had to throw at me. I threw on something casual and drove to their house and nervelessly knocked on the door. After a short delay, Nathan opened the door, looking like a mess in jogging pants and a T shirt, clearly not much sleep. The first thing he says, you're late.

She's moved out. I followed him in and tried to say it'll be okay, she'll come around, but he was adamant that she was raging. She knows we flirt. She's had enough. I was dumb struck and said sorry to him, not sure what I could say to make it better, so I suggested it takes two to tango, and I can't be entirely to blame. He sewered her, agreed, and that it was partly right. I told him I was more than partly right. When he got hard in the back of the car the previous night, he went mad,

saying how bad I was, how it isn't funny. I agreed, hiding my smile and offered to hug him. The poor man was a complete emotional mess. I pulled him into a hug and held him close, whispering that she will get over it. I needn't have bothered saying that, because I suddenly felt him get hard again. I stepped back and looked. This time it was very obvious in those loose jogging pants. I had to laugh, staring as he tried his best to cover up. I just melted there

and then and moved his hands away. I reached down to feel his bolge, kissing him full on the lips. There was no effort to stop the kiss or my hands on him. I wanted him there and then, and I told him this fact. I was soon on my knees in his kitchen, his clock in my mouth as I looked up at him to see the look of pure excitement and confusion that was really happening. We didn't make up stairs. The desperation was too much for both

of us. I bent over the kitchen table, pushed my panties to one side before guiding him into me behind. We fucked over that table, tits bouncing with each thrust. Neither of us lasted more than five minutes at most. I came so much, a real sense of relief and pleasure. He didn't last a second after he realized that it had already came. I felt him push in more as

he shot loads spurted into me. I fucking loved it, using all my muscles to milk his cock of every last drop, squeezing him until I eventually he went soft and pulled out, both of us out of breath as our juices ran down my legs, leaving a very sexy, wet mass leaking out. I turned and kissed him again, none of us daring to talk about what just happened.

I finally asked him if he regretted it. He said no, and I said the same, And it wasn't long before we were doing it again, this time slower, more considered. We have it really or mostly stopped our sex lives since that moment and the ten years we've been together. We've been married seven years in counting. She did send Nathan a message a few months later, something about him getting what he wanted. After all. We didn't reply. I

never heard from Sophie again. She's married now, so this does have a happy ending in more ways than one. Suffice to say, we didn't get an invite to her wedding or her to ours. I lost a friend but gained a husband. You can see now why we don't exactly tell the truth to others when they ask. I would say my morals have improved, but Nathan knows me too well to agree to that. I'm not quite as bad as I once was. But if there are any women listening with sexy husband, it's probably best to keep

me at safe distance. Lol. Love you loads, Naomi, I love you too, Naomi.

Sometimes karma, whatever we want to call it, has a way of removing people or placing people in our lives that are meant for us. And sometimes those people can come in messy events, like maybe you're with somebody else on vacation and you're drinking five martinis and they are wishing somebody else is there instead of you, or the fact they wish they were there with you and going NonStop about that person. And while you're drinking said five martinis, you happen to meet a chap a very English chop

and you're drinking more martinis and talking. And I couldn't oops tell you what those conversations were with that old chap, but I will tell you this. I'm not so innocent either. And that night, in my brave, good god, I'm confessing a gazillion here, Nami, it's your fault. And that night, in that moment after he was asleep, I never do this, people,

I do not send nudes. He did not get a nude as you think, but he did get a down shot of my tits in a very lacy camusol what I did not know doing time zone math here, Okay, I woke up the next morning to nice nibble, well nipple was strategically placed where my lace was pushing it up. Flirting with him that night has been very, very well sexy and it is still sexy to this day.

white and honest. But I have a question for you, looking back now after ten years together, do you ever laugh about that wild morning? I mean, what is going on through our heads over there? Or is it still your little secret thrill? I know where I am today with a soap with a sexually chop. It is still a thrill to this day. And I still will fight with him about the facts that that was not a purposeful nipple shot because it was only showing like the front part of it, so in a whole nipple shot.

If I was a will to send him a freaking nipple shot, it was wally, a whole breast on forward nipple shot, not a peek down the valley. And I was just trying to give him a downside here. Have you ever pursued someone you shouldn't have, maybe a friend's partner or an off limits crush, and did it lead to regret or like Naomi, to something lasting This is a very juicy one to ponder, but I am in Naomi's camp. It's turned into something a little spicy and lasting.

Dear Nikki. I've listened to your show from Monstow, curled up under the covers with my headphones in, heart racing every time you read one of these confessions. I never thought i'd be one riding in, but here I am anonymous and shaking because I can't keep this inside anymore. It happened three weeks ago. We've known each other since college, old friends, nothing more, or so I told myself. He's married, I'm married. Different people, different lives, but the same small

town where everyone pretends everything's fine. We ran into each other at a quiet bar after a work event. One drink turned into two and shots, then his hand on my thigh under the table, like it belonged there. We didn't make it far, his car in a shadowed corner of the lot. The second door shut, and it was like a dam broke. He kissed me like he had been starving for it, deep, hungry teeth and tongue and

that low groan I still hear in my dreams. My dress was up around my waist before I could think. He pinned my wrist above my head with one hand, then the other, sliding between my legs, fingers, finding me already dripping for him. You've wanted this for years, haven't you, he whispered against my neck. I couldn't even lie, just moaned yes, as he pushed inside me, slow at first, than hard, relentless, the car rocking with every thrust. I came so hard I saw stars clinching around him while

he growled my name like a prayer. He followed right after, filling me up, both of us trembling, sweating, laughing breathlessly at an after glow, like teenagers who just got away with something huge. Since then, I can't stop, I reply it constantly, the way he bit my shoulder, how his cock felt stretching me, The filthy things he said he'd do next time we met. At the worst moments, folding laundry, driving to the pickup groceries, sitting across from my husband

at dinner. I squeezed my thighs together and imagine his mouth on me, slower, teasing, until I beg but he's married. I'm married. We haven't texted since that night, radio silence, probably both terrified of what happens if we admit we want more? Do I reach out risk the explosion? Or do I lock away this pretend one reckless fuck was enough. I don't know what comes next, thinky, I just know I ache for him in ways I didn't know where possible. Reading this out loud on your show, God, even thinking

about a thousand hearing it makes me throb. Tell me I'm not alone in this mess. Tell me what I should do. Craving more? Anonymous Missouri, OI, Hello, Anonymous of Missouri. Did you make the weather? Okay? I'm wondering how much snow you've got compared to me. You're not alone, No, absolutely not. I don't think we would be reading confession upon confession if you're alone at all in any of this. I think a craving is a craving, and just that do you want more? Do you want another? Is it?

You know, your cup of tea kind of thing. I don't know where that came from reading her profession out loud, just now I felt every pulse and that ache right along with you. The way you described him pinning your wrist, that first slow thrusting turning frantic in the way you're still clenching around the memory weeks later. That kind of heat doesn't just fade, It simmers, It builds and demands attention. Like I said, you're not alone in the mess. You're

a very good company. And here on the show, I think if I was in your shoes, I would reach out once, not anything sexual, just a hello and you know, hey, you know, and maybe something that you've talked about in the bar before the sexual stuff. I wouldn't bring up the sexual stuff just to kind of feel the waters out. If he does not reply, then it's a no for him and leave it at that, And it might take

him longer. Remember it might take him a little bit to answer, a little bit to think about it that if he wants to continue this, so give him grace as well. I will say this though, the silence since the hookup, it's fear keeping you both quiet or are you testing whether the craving will burn itself out? If you could have one more night with him, no consequences, no fallout, just pure indulgence. What's the one thing you'd beg him to do differently this time? Something he didn't

quite get to the last round. Affairs like this stolen, electric forbidden hit different because they remind us how a live desire can feel when it's risky, But they also leave us dangling on that razor edge between craving more and fearing the wrack edge. Have you ever been in a situation where one illicit night left you obsessed replaying it endlessly, but the married status on both sides made the next time feel impossible. Did you reach out anyway

or did you force yourself to let it die? And looking back, do you regret the silence or are you grateful you protected what you already had? Drop your thoughts in comments and you know to dear Niggi at Niggi dearniggi dot com. You can always email me them, or you can go over to our handy dandy discord channel and let us know how you really feel. I think this is a perfect place to stop for the day.

Let's reflect on today's confessions. Ethan reminds us how vulnerability, like sharing a hidden fetish, can ignite passion and deep connections, turning innocent into unforgettable. Naomi Tale shows us that sometimes the messiest start leads to the strongest bonds, but it also highlights the cost of crossing lines what we can take from them. Communication and consistent are the key, and exploring desires and true compatibility often shines through chaos. Food for thought.

what Ethan's birthday surprise? Tonight? I'll slip into something sexy lacy, kneel before you and let you paint my face just like that first time. I'll even wear my glasses for you for protection. Of course, you want to meet me in the bedroom, I really want to know. And until next time, ladies and gentlemen, have a fucking fabulous week.