Marked Lips, Stolen Panties, and First Orgasms

A late night pool party. Stat starts innocent that ends with two best friends sharing one very lucky guy on a stranger's bed, and a perfect Indian wife who's never come in twenty years until one hotel afternoon changes everything she thought she knew about her own body, that and so so much more. And just remember, if you decide to write in for confessions, questions, or anything else, you certify the following are true. You are the sole creator

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pm Central Standard time. We'll be diving into these forbidden stories and confessions. A nineteen year old rugby player ends up pounding his girlfriend, teasing milk mom in the kitchen, raw anal olive oil well in a lifelong milf anal addiction. A lucky guy sandwiched in a wild bi couple hotel threesomes, mutual blowjobs, strap on play and full dp pliss and

a calm cleanup that leaves him begging for more. And a couple's rent relief deal that escalates from watching to weekly rough use of a pussy while her boyfriend works nearby, turning practical into pure craving. This is an interactive live show, meaning between each confession or erotic audio, we stop, discuss and maybe flirt a little. Join us on Discord at

eight pm Valentine's Day, Central Standard time. Of course, before we start today, what's the one forbidden location in your house or someone else's house where you secretly fantasized about getting caught but haven't dared try it yet. And second, has a partner ever surprised you with a look, an outfit, or a move that completely rewrote what you thought or turned you on? If I had to say these, mine are actually very general. It doesn't have to be dressed

up or anything else. Like maybe he's wearing a color of shirt that just I think makes him fabulous looking. Or maybe it's boxers. There's something about boxers that are hot, maybe because it's easy access for women. And you know those nice track pants, you know, gray sweatpants that's also lingerie for women. By the way, what do you guys think? And I really don't have a room in my house where I think I want to be caught, you know, not, I mean, not in that way with somebody else or anything.

Maybe if it was we've discussed it and it was supposed to be a surprise and I pulled the trigger and went through with it or vice versa. Yeah, I think that would be it for me in the room, but it could be in any room. Right, Let me know what you guys think before we get too deep and naughty. Here's tonight's dirty sounding rental lean in really close. I love being taken from behind filled completely, sometimes roughly.

The messier it gets the better. When I'm really worked up, I can take two at once and people usually finish all over my face when they're done with me. When am I think about it, and we'll reveal the answer at the very end of our show. You know what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax. Let's have a whiskey with some filthy sherries, of course, and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you and me,

Dear Nikki. Last summer we had one of those perfect ordinary weekends that somehow turn into the hottest night of my wife and I had ever shared. We just a regular buried couple, kids, chores, vanilla but happy sex life. But every once in a while she flips a switch and reminds me why I'm still assessed with her all these years later. It was a sticky July evening, the kind rare daytime heat finally breaks and the air feels soft.

The kids had both scored two last minute sleepovers, so after I dropped them off, I came home expecting to find my wife Jetta waiting on the patio let her glass of moscato. Instead, there was a note taped to the garage door in blig black sharpie, complete with a perfect black lipstick kiss print underneath. Sit in the recliner in the living room, put on this and text me when you're ready. Hanging below it was my sleep mask. My heart started pounding before I even stepped inside. I

did exactly what the note said. Sat in the dark living room, mask on pitch black cock, already half hard from anticipating, I texted ready when waited? The silence felt endless. Then I heard the familiar creak of the upstairs floorboards, her steps coming down the stairs, slow and deliberate. She didn't say a word at first, just took each of my wrists, looped them soft silk scarves around them, and tied them behind the recliner. Some our arms were pulled

back and I was completely exposed. Is that you tight? She finally asked, voice low and teasing. No. I managed, trying to sound steady, even though my pulse was racing. Good. Now, relax. She tucked my shorts down without ceremony, cool air hitting my skin, leaving me naked from the waist down fully hard. Then she leaned over, warm breath near my lips a faint sweetness of wine, and kissed me soft and slow. I tasted sticky gloss that felt slick, black lipstick smear

across my mouth. She pulled back with a giggle. Oops, I marked you up. Another kiss deever, this time than another, until I was chasing her mouth desperately. She stood started massaging my shoulders, dragging her hands down my chest, tracing my abs with feather light finger tips, something she knows drives me absolutely insane. For every few passes, one hand would drift lower, grazing my cock, circling the head is

slow enough to make me leak and retreating. She switched it up, traced a finger along my jaw, around my lips, tugged my bottom, liped down glavely until I winced, laughed softly, apologizes, then wrapped that same hand around my cock perfect cript, not too tight, not too liss slow, deliberate strokes from base to tip, while her thumbs swirled over the head On every upstroke. I was throbbing, hip shifting, trying not to be like too soon. Hm you like that, don't you?

She murmured, God, Yes, feels so fucking good. Just relax tonight I'm taking care of you. Her hand kept that maddening rhythm, pausing at the top, rub circles that made me buck. Then she grabbed my chin firmly, tell me exactly want you want. I hesitated, brain foggy, scared to break the spell, she stopped touching me completely. Fine, guess I'll have to go watch my show upstairs. No, please don't. Then tell me I want you to suck my cock.

That's all, she teased, hand returning to stroke me agonizingly slow. I've got you this worked up, and that's it. I was losing my mind. I wanted your tongue all over it. One hand's stroking while you suck me, the other playing my balls, and I want to come all over your face. If that's okay, She laughed dark and turned on Yes, that's okay. Now shut up and stop thinking. She pushed two glossy black fingers between my lips. Show me how you do want it. I didn't hesitate, took them deep, sucked,

swirled my tongue around them. I was desperate for her mouth. She patted my head like a good boy, pulled away. Then the blindfold came off. Holy fuck. Jenna stood there in pristine white silk lingerie, soft, classy, hugging every curve. It was like it was made for her. Lace cups barely containing her full breast, the fabrics skimming her hips, and asked perfectly. But the real show stopper was her face, deep black matte, lipstick, glossy top coat, making it shine dark,

smoky eye shadow round her eyes. The contrast against the innocent white lingerie was pure good girl gone bad. Felt my cock twitched just looking at her. She saw my reaction, smiled proud and shy at the same time, helping like the goth look. Figured you're getting a blow job anyway, you won't complain. You look fucking unreal. She dropped her knees between my legs and tied my wrist and went to work. First, she licked long, slow stripes from my balls to the tip, over and over, coating me in spit.

Then she dragged the head across her black lips like she was applying lipstick, flicking her tongue underneath the ridge, smiling up at me every time I groaned. One hand cupped and tugged my balls perfectly, while the other held me steady. She teased forever kissing up and down the shaft, sucking just the head the lollipop, rubbing me across her glossy lips until they were shiny with pre comb and spit. This is exactly how I put my lipstick on earlier,

she whispered, I thought about your cock the whole time. Finally, she locked eyes with me, smiled, and sank down, taking me deep in one slow glide until I hit the back of her throat, up and down, lips dragging the full length, tongue pressing hard against the underside. She switched between deep throating me and pulling off to worship the head, with her mouth stroking my face. The visual of that perfect black lipstick sliding up and down my cock, leaving

dark streaks was almost too much. When she sensed I was getting close, she pulled out all the stops, her

signature move that always wracked me. One hand firm on my balls, tugging gently in rhythm, the other twisting around the base, mouth sealed halfway down, tongue lashing the sin spot on the every upstroke fast, What relentless, I'm going to come so fucking hard for you, She hummed around me, vibrations sending sparks at my spine, then popped off just long enough to say, spray on my face, cover these

cloth lips. I tapped her shoulder as a warning, but she kept control lips, rubbing the head hand stroking fast. I exploded, thick robes shot across her beautiful made up face, cheeks, lips, chin, while the rest pulls down my shaft and over her fingers. She kept rubbing me through it, letting the com drip off her lips and onto her chest in the floor. Black lipstick, now beautifully ruined after shocks hit me hard. She milked every last drop, then sat back on her heels,

looking up at me with a messy, proud smile. White lingerie splattered dark lipstick smeared come glistening on her skin. The next I asked what got into her? She just shrugged and laughed and said, I don't know. Are you complaining? Not even a little. Thanks for letting me share one of the best nights of my marriage, Nikki. Yeah, a

very lucky husband. So I have never worn black lipstick ever, Like ever, I have I think a dark purple but almost like a really really dark berry, but not black, and I've only worn it a few times so, but it does like make my bright green eyes pop, So I need to pull it out more often. Even though he likes like the red like fuck me red on me better, I do like this and it's reminded me. I haven't done it in a really long time. You know where the lingerie fullse you know, face full of

glam that he gets to come on. Yeah, I need to do that again. Someday I'll mark it on my calendar, maybe for stack and blowjob day. But you guys, think, and to our very lucky husband, that moment she took the blindfold off, did your brain short circuit for a second? Be honest? And when she said spray my face and cover these glass lips? Was that the hottest sentence anyone's ever said to you in real life? You know, especially

if it was sexy sultry? You know, I think I think asking a man to come anywhere on your body would kind of short circuit him, But I could be completely wrong. You guys need to tell me, like anywhere me DMS or even on discord, you know, just tell me. Ladies and gents, have you ever had a partner completely transform her look, hair, makeup, outfit, just to drive you wild. Did it work as well as it did for him? M you know, I just know drop me in line.

I really want to know, Dear Nikki. About three years ago, when Vicki and I were in that comfortable friends with benefits phase, I had one of the wildest, most unexpected did nights of my life, and it started with a dumb gif. Vicky was a freshman in the intro math ia during grad school. We matched on tender right around finals, hooked up, and somehow turned into a long, complicated thing, sometimes dating, sometimes open sometimes long distance sexting, sometimes just

straight up friends with benefits. At this point we were solidly into the nose strings, but we know exactly how to wreck each other's zone. On a random weeknight, I was horny and lazy, so I sent her our usual signal, that gift of the guy with a mustache raising his eyebrows zooming in closer each time. Her standard, yest reply was the Robbert Redford nodding gift. Her no was bunk from the wire, shaking his head. Simple system. An hour later, my phone buzzed at a party. I want to come down.

It was her best friend's Melissa's house, a little rented place, the big backyard heated pool that made the go to spot for their friend group. Melissa and VICKI had been random freshman roommates who became inseparable. Fun fact, Melissa was also in my class that semester, and the morning after Vicky and I hooked up, I ran into her leaving their dorm. She just smirked and said, don't worry, I

won't tell anyone. From then on, I assumed anything Vicky and I did Melissa heard about in full detail within twenty four hours. I was weirdly fine with it. I showed up found Vicky immediately in this tiny, bright red dress that pushed her perfect sea cups together and barely covered her ass, Tan run her legs, hazel eyes, long brown hair. She looked like trouble. She threw her arms around my neck, kissed me quick and whispered, thank god your hear these guys are annoying and fell. One dude

across the yard definitely clocked me and backed off. We drank, smoked, played stupid party games out back. People trickled out until it was just me, Vicky, Melissa, and the other housemates. Everyone else crashed early leaving the three of us to cleaning up pool side Melissa's side. I'm so bummed no one was used to pool, got it, cleaned it all and heated for nothing. I would if someone bring a bathing suit, I laughed, same, pretty sure no one would

have complained if you two went in naked. Vicky rolled her eyes. Trust me, those guys already have enough spank bank material. Melissa grin, Yeah, Vick, give him a show. You've both seen me naked anyways, night swim Hell yes, Melissa yelled. They turned to me. I tried to telepathically tell Vicky this could get awkward, but she just smarked, slipped her straps of her dress off her shoulders and let it drop. Melissa followed, tall, pale, freckles everywhere, fiery

red hair, small, perky tits, super skinny. I tried not to stare too hard while stripping down myself and we all jumped in the water. Felt incredible, warm, quiet, just the three of us naked under a string lights. We swam, splashed, race laps, then ended up chilling in the shallow end. Vicky pressed back against me, grinding her ass slow and subtle on my cock. I wrapped an arm around her cup one breast and rolled her nibble until it was hard, and she let a little sigh. Melissa's fate groaned from

across the pool. Get a room, you two. She climbed out the pee, taking her sweet time drying off, giving me a perfect view of her tight, pale ass. As she walked inside, Vicky caught me looking. You're lucky. I'm not jealous, she murmured. I filled her closer, was kind of hoping you were, might make you fight for my attention, like what she asked, hands sliding down to stroke me under the water while we kissed deep and slow. Melissa came back, grinning, slid the door shut. I saw us

making out and threw her hands up. Not you guys too, Carlos and Sophia are already shaking the walls in their room. She lit another bowl, waved us over. We climbed out, dripping, and didn't bother with towels. Just sat naked around the table, Vicky on my lap, water bathing on her skin. Melissa dropped her towel too. Now I feel left out, she pouted. Vicky playfully covered my eyes. No checking her out again again, Melissa laughed what, I'm not gorgeous enough. Look at this body.

She's fucking snack. She really is. Vicky agreed, we both ganging up on me. I groaned. Normally, two naked girls teaming up on me sounds great, but this feels like a trap. Vicky smarked, Oh, blow me, don't tempt her, she might, Melissa chanted. Vicky locked eyes with me for a second, slid off into my lap, onto the concrete between my knees, and took my cock straight in her mouth. I looked up Melissa watching intently, taking a hit, then cheering,

get it, girl, work it with your tongue. Vicky went deep, one hand on my thigh, the other on my chest, bobbing slow and wet. It felt incredible, but yeah, a little weird. With her best friend commenting, Vicky sensed it, pulled off and looked at Melissa. If you think it's so easy, get down on here, Melissa paused. We all did like the night teeter on the hedge. Then she shrugged,

knelt next to VICKI and took over. Started tentive, then just looking around the head shallow sucks, but caught bolder, fast, taking me deeper, red hair falling, everywhere until Vicky gathered it in a ponytail for her. Vicky stood beside me, still holding Melissa's hair, leaned down and kissed me hard. I slid a hand between Vicky's legs, found her soaked, fingering her slow while Melissa worked my cock. It was messy, killis perfect. Eventually I tapped Malicia's shoulder. You two wanna

take this inside? They shared a look, big grins, and basically ran to Melissa's room. Inside both girls dropped to the bed on all fours, asses up, looking back at me. Who's first? Melissa asked, yinko. Vicky said, in get this all the time. Mliss arched higher. Vickie gave her ass a sharp slap as I lined up and slid in raw. She was tight, hot, gripping me hard. I started slow, then built speed, skin slapping her little moans turning louder

with every thrust. Beggy sat beside his fingering self, moan for him. Let him hear how good it feels. Another slap Melissa let go After that loud Unhippitt cries. Every time I bottomed out, she reached under the rubber clyd came fast, whole body shaking pussy fluttering around me. She flopped onto her back, chest heaving, you're turn forky took the same posision. We knew each other's rhythm perfectly. I gripped her hips and fucked her hard, exactly how she

likes it. Melissa watched, still, touching herself lightly, eyes wide. Vicki came loud and dramatic, slamming her ass back against me, screaming my name. I kept going a few more strokes until she breathlessly rolled over too. Both girls lay side by side on their backs, legs spread, giving me the menu. I slid back into Vicki for a few deep thrust, then switched to Melissa, pale thighs wrapping around me, freckled chest,

flushed red pill. I managed to ask. She shook her head no. I pulled out, stroked fast, and painted both of their stomachs, thick ropes across Vicky's hands skin and Melissa's pale, freckled one. We collapsed in the slutty heat, passed out, tangled together, morning hit with panic. All our clothes were still up back. Melissa threw on a robe to retree them, but got caught by her hungover roommate on the couch who definitely knew exactly what gone down.

Oh well, guess the early sleepers missed the real party. Still one of the hotest, most surreal nights I've ever had. Thanks for letting me share, Nikki. You're very luckier former TA I've never had. I didn't do the whole dorm thing. I went straight to an apartment and kind of wish I would have done the whole dorm thing. Now that I read some of these stories, I'm like, Damn, I think I missed out on some shit to our former TA.

When Melissa first took over from Vicky, were you one hundred percent sure Vicky wasn't about to get possessive and shut it down? Or did you already know she was the share and enjoy type and everybody else. Have you ever had a casual hookup or friends with benefits situation unexpectedly turn into a group thing. Were you the instigator, the lucky metal or the one watching in horny shop? Spill you know what? Go ahead and spill over on Discord where we're all at waiting to hear from you.

Dear Nikky. Back when my wife Alicia and I were first hooking up. Our sex life was absolutely insatiable. We'd fucked multiple times a day, morning quickies before work, stolen moments between her classes, late night marathons had left us both wrecked. If our lunch brakes ever lined up, I'd raised her cramp college apartment, bend her over the nearest service, pink her ass, red, eat her out until she was shaking, then send her off to her next lecture with comb

still dripping down her thighs. But Alicia had this thrill seeking streak. She loved the risk of getting caught, especially in her shared apartment with four other girls. She dragged me into the living room for doggie on the floor while her room maids were out, pushed me on to their shared couch for sloppy blow jobs, or hop up on the kitchen counter so I could bury my face between her legs, licking her clit until she had to bite a dish towel to stake. Her absolute favorite, though,

was sneaking into her roommate's bedrooms. If their place was empty, or even if it was late and someone was just out for the night, She'd pull me into one of their rooms, shove me onto the bed, and ride me like she was trying to get us caught. The taboo lit her up like nothing else. One of her roommates was supposed to be her best friend, Hannah, gorgeous, spoiled and a total mean girl type, tall, blonde, perfect body, but she lived like a complete slobed love stirring drama.

Early on, she'd whispered to Alicia about cheating on me, or making snide comments to my face about how slutty Alicia used to be before we got together. It was patty bullshit, but it added the extra layer of tension. One afternoon, I swung by from a mid day hookup. The apartment was empty. Alicia checked twice. She grinned wickedly and said, we're using Hannah's room today. We haven't christened

it yet. Hannah's room was a disaster, unmade bed married under piles of dirty clothes, empty weed, ashtrays stinking up the air, bras and thongs dangling off the headboard. Carpet glittered with a random crap. It smelled like stale smoke, perfume and unwashed laundry. Alicia didn't care. She stripped out of her tiny black booty shorts. Then, surprising the hell out of me, rivaled her hand as dresser and pulled out a skimpy gray thong and slid it on instead

of her own. We shopped together, she whispered, in a devilish smile. She'll never know. She pushed me back onto Hannah's wrinkled maroon sheets and dropped between the high legs. Started with slow teasing licks up my shaft, then took me deep, sloppy and on purpose, spit running down my balls and soaking into the bed spread. I grubbed her hair and fed my cock while taking filthy. You want Hanna to walk in and see you like this? Don't you sucking my dick in her bed like a dirty

little slut. I bet you're ruining her thong already. She moaned around me, getting messier, gagging, drooling, leaving wet spots everywhere. When she couldn't wait anymore, she climbed up, shoved us stolen thong aside, and sank down on my cock with this desperate groan. We focked hard, her, riding me fast, tits, bouncing me, gripping those gray strings and yanking them like reins while spaking her ass red. I called her my bad girl, my filthy horror she was only got louder,

grinding deeper, soaking Hannah sheets. I flipped her onto her back, around the wilder piles as I thrust into her and got a twisted idea. I pulled out, ignoring her poudy, where are you going? And dug through the dirty clothes next to us and found exactly what I wanted. Baby blue cotton pear, full back panties, clearly worn, the faint stains of crotch. I held them up. Open your mouth, baby. She hesitated for a second. This was a new territory,

but her eyes were wild with lust. She parted her lips, baled them up, and stuffed Hannah's dirty pans into her mouth and gagged. Good girl, I've hind to wrist above her head and slammed back inside deep punishing strokes, pulled her hair, squeezed her ass, and twisted the stolen thong straps around my fist for leverage. She screamed into the gag, muffled, desperate, body arching as she came hard, pussy clenching around me, legs,

shaking eyes, rolling back. I slowed to a pro bone, pressing into her to the mattress, face buried in Hannah's sheets. I could smell the faint musk from the panties in her mouth as she breathed through them. I whisper in her ear, You're so fucking nasty, disgusting, little horror. Hope Hannah comes home and sees you gagged with her dirty panties, tells everyone what a freak you are, though, send her

over again. She bucked wildly, muffled screams vibrating through the cotton come soaked the thong's sheets as she trembled underneath me. I couldn't hold back, pulled out, strattle her ass and stroke. Thick ropes come across her back and cheeks, splattering the gray waist span of Hannah's stolen thong, dripping down onto her skin onto the bed. Alicia lay there, spent makeup, smeared, hair, messy, body painted, my load, stolen panties pulled aside and soaked.

Hannah's dirty blue ones dangly from her lips like a trophy. Peaceful, blissful, completely fucked out of her roommate's nasty bed. We cleaned up just enough not to leave obvious evidence, though those sheets definitely told a story, and she returned the thong to the drawer, wet, stretched and stained. To this day, it's one of the filthiest, hottest memories I have with my wife. The risk, the taboo, the sheer, nastiest, and

she was and still his, the perfect bad girl. Thank you for being here for me to share your very satisfied husband. Okay, I gotta say the stolen thong. Okay, it was clean, I get it, but the dirty pan is a gag. I think that's a note for me just saying, but I get the thrill of it. You know, I guess hopefully she's said into a woman's pussy, you know,

I mean, I don't know. Let me ask you this, stuffing those worn panties in her mouth was that improvised genius or something you fantasized about before hmm and seeing her come so hard while gagged with her rivals underwear to cement hers or ultimate bad girl forever. I'm gonna go yes, And I'm thinking that you definitely fantasized about stuffing some of those dirty panties from her roommate enemy in her mouth before it just you know, you kind

of said it, So I'm just kind of wondering. Okay, guys, you know the drill. What's the most borrowing or taboo using something that's not yours in the moment you've had sex, do the wrongness, make it hotter. I can see how it could be hotter at this definitely not my thing again, you know the drill, Dear Nikki. A few months ago, something shifted to me that I'm still trying to wrap my head around. I'm in my early forties, married almost twenty years in the kind of traditional arranged marriage my

family orchestrated right after college. My husband is a good man, successful, respected, stable, older than me. We have two beautiful kids, now studying abroad, a sprawling house with a staff, luxury. Everything. On paper, my life is perfect. But sexually it's always been dutiful, quick lights off, missionary, over and under in the minute, me faking moans to make him feel good while I stare at the ceiling feeling nothing. That particular Saturday night

was a new low. He kissed my forehead, kissed my lips, slid in with his usual brunt thrust maybe ten or twelve times, groaned, oh fuck baby, I'm coming, and collapsed thirty five seconds flat. He rolled off, whispering how amazing I felt, how tight I was, the best sex we've had in years. I smiled, stroked his back lay there in the dark, feeling his comely out of me, completely

untouched and empty. The next day, I bumped into Priya at the cafe, my old college friend, the wild one who lived freely while I stayed the perfect, sheltered daughter. We lost touch after graduation, but reconnected recently over coffee and long chats. She's still single and unapologetically sexual, telling stories about our gem trainer Benniger over the equipment for after hours, married executives in hotel rooms, and the plumber

who fixed more than the sink. One afternoon, after a few glasses of wine loosened my tongue, I admitted something I'd never said out loud. I'd never had an orgasm, not once in twenty years. She looked at me like a confessed to crime, squeezed my hand and said, that's not okay, darling. You deserve to know what it feels like to be properly fucked. I laughed nervously, but she was serious. Before I could overthink it, she texted someone

Rowan my personal trainer. He's incredibly discreet and exceptionally good of what he does. Consider the sheer awakening, I said, no, then maybe, then, heart pounding, Yes, you've been a good Indian wife your whole life, she whispered. Now it's time to be very, very bad. A week later, I was at a five star hotel, sweet Priya, booked under her name. I told my husband I was having a spall day with her, my first lie ever, and it sent adrenaline

rushing through me. Rohan arrived right on time, tall, broad shouldered, late twenties, quiet confidence, no small talk. He poured me a glass of champagne, sat beside me on the couch, and started slow kissing my neck, tracing my collar bone, telling me how beautiful I was, how he couldn't wait to taste me. His hands were strong, deliberate, nothing like the rushed, fumbling I was used to. He dressed me like I was something precious, kissing every edge of skin

he exposed. When he slid my design a sareb blouse off, cut my breast, sucking each nipples slow and firm, I felt a jolt between my legs I'd never experienced. He laid me back on the bed, parted my thighs and went down on me for what felt like hours, long, slow licks, circling my clet with his tongue, sliding fingers inside me, curling just right until I was gasping, hips bucking off the mattress. The first orgasm hit like a wave. I didn't know I could survive. My whole body clenched,

vision blurred. I cried out loud enough that I'm sure the next room heard. He didn't stop, kept licking softly through it, then built me up again until I came a second time, harder, shaking and sobbing from the intensity. Only then did he move up my body, slide on a condom, and pushed inside me, slow at first, letting me adjust to how deep and thick he felt. The

harder way he begged, please more. He fought me missionary, with long, deliberate strokes, eyes locked on mine, one hand pinning my wrist above my head, the other rubbing my clip until I came a third time around him. He flipped me over and took me from behind, hands gripping my hips, pulling my hair just enough to arch my back, spanking my ass lightly with each thrust. A lost count.

After the fourth orgasm, when he finally let himself go, he pulled out, peeled off the condom, and came across my back and ass hot thig stripes that made me shiver. We showered together after he washed my hair, kissed my shoulders, told me I was stunning. I left the hotel on shaky legs, sare slightly wrinkled, lipstick gone, feeling alive in

a way I didn't know that was possible. I've seen him three more times since, each time better, dirtier, learning things about my body I should have known decades ago. My husband still gets quick Saturday nights, none the wiser. But now when I lie there afterward, I'm not staring at the ceiling feeling empty. I'm remembering how it feels to be wanted, worshiped, and thoroughly completely satisfied. Thank you for being you, Nikki, A newly awacked listener. Oh wow,

I couldn't imagine. I mean, I guess if I think about it. It did take me a long time, like till I met two special men to show me what an orgasm was. I mean, I didn't even really masturbate until late in life, a lot later than what you hear you know it was was my early twenties before I really masturbate it, and now you know it's a three time a week, keeping the clock running, just saying. Let me ask you this, after faking it for twenty years, what was the very first thing you felt that first

orgasm actually arrived? Shocked, relief, anger, at all, the lost time, or all the above. I remember the first time I squirted it, and that scared the fuck out of me. It really really did. I was like, oh shit, I just pissed the bed. I mean, I'd heard of it, but I didn't really even think that I could. And for the rest of you, if you could gift your younger self or a friend stuck in a dead bedroom one sexual experience they've never had, what would it be?

One earth shaking session, a new king, or simply being seen and desired in the right way. Come tell me over on discord. I'm really curious about this. So if we wrap up all these Tonight's tales, one shows how a simple note, blindfold and a bold new look can reignite obsession in a long marriage. Another proofs chemistry plus alcohol plus no one's saying no can turn in two

friends into an unforgettable shared memories. The third reminds us that taboo risk and the little revenge field nastiness can create lifelong hottest hits, and the last that pleasure isn't owed anyone. It's claimed, sometimes late, but never too late. All four scream the truth the best sex break rules pushes boundaries and makes you feel alive, whether it's lipstick streaks, shared bodies, stolen panties, or finally coming undone for the first time. And your riddle, I love being taken my

mind built completely, sometimes roughly. The messier it gets, the better, And when I'm finally worked up, I can tink too it once and the people usually finish oliver my face when they're done. When am I it's a delicious silver stuffed sandwich. I didn't even know what I read. When I first got it, I was like, huh. And now that I read the answer, I totally get it. What about you, guys? Did you you know this one that's actually written very dirty? Did you guys keep your mind

out of the guther for it? And in closing, Hello lover, maybe you can blindfold me, tie me back, tease me until I'm dripping before letting me see your surprise. Or can we lure that flirty friend nover you know, the one just for one possible tream and let their hands wander until we're all tangled. Or take me to a hotel. No rush, no interruptions, don't stop until I've lost count of how many times I come. What do you think

I really want to know? And until the next time, Ladies and gentlemen, stay filthy, stay honest, and keep these sexy stories coming. Have a great and fabulous Valentine weekend.