Needle Buzz & Booth Cream: Thrills That Leave a Mark

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learn about the amazing businesses I work with. If you missed Saturday's live show, it is now on Patreon for subscribers. Join Patreon now to get access to that if you're not around, and other spicy details before we get things started. Today, we do have someone that's written in with a letter here a question. Dear Nikki. I'm thirty two, happily married to a great guy for six years, and our sex

life is solid. Lately, I've been obsessed with fantasies of being with a woman, kissing, touching, tasting her while my husband watches or even joins. It's become I daily turned on, and I'm wondering if this is just a passing curiosity or something I should explore. I'm scared that acting on it could change how we see each other, or that I'd want more than a one time thing. My husband knows I'm by curious and has said he's open to fantasies, but we really haven't dug in. How do I bring

this up again without making it feel threatening? And if we decided to try, what are the key rules to protect at our marriage? Thanks for the safe space by Curious, turned on, Hello by curious and turned on. You know you really shouldn't be ungrateful when something like this speaks up. Sometimes we run into people that don't know that they have a fantasy that turns them on or says they don't have any and maybe they're not recognizing it in

their brain. It's your sexuality. You should speak up now that you feel safe, especially since you guys have kind of opened or peeked through the door or cracked open it. Reoccurring intense fantasies like this usually means it's worth exploring thoughtfully, bringing up casually outside the bedroom. Like I said, a car ride is absolutely the best, but it kind of seems like you're past that point where you've ripped off the band aid and you guys have actually had a

conversation about it. But if you still feel it's in that space, car ride absolutely, but definitely outside the bedroom that way. And I even go further, like I said, that is outside the house that way. The conversation is not reaction, is not lingering in the household, like you won't remember that spot. That's if it turns out bad or good, you know, I mean, it could have, But I just when it comes to revealing stuff, I believe completely outside the home. If he's into it, talk rules first.

Be fully transparent here, especially from him, and what you expect and how far you want to go veto power for either of you. Testing no solo pay without an agreement. Start small, dirty talk, shared porn, or maybe visit a club to watch or even a munch. As I always say, is good to explore anything you want to try again. The strongest couples treated as in US an adventure, check in, constantly, prioritize aftercare, and stop if jealousy grows. Instead of fading

your marriage apply one hundred percent comes first. This is just the extra spice, added layer to the detail of your marriage. That's the way I look at it. It's not an extra unless you guys want to eventually explore bringing in somebody else, and then that's a whole other topic. You're not wrong from wanting it. You're alive. Explore with love, honesty, and it can bring you closer together. But here's the thing.

If it only stays in the fantasy world of porn or pretending or pretending that you met someone and what you want him to see while you fuck, that's also exploring it too, So keep that in mind. What do you guys think Have you explored a same sex fantasy in a long term relationship? Did it strengthen things or stir up trouble or like her? Are you quietly curious too? I really want to know, And here's our riddle to

get our day going. I'm long and firm. When you first pick me up, you crip me tight and shove me in deep. I slide back and forth until you're dripping wet, and when I finally pop out, I'm coated in your thick, sticky cream. What am I? And of course the answer is after the show. You know what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax, Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you and me.

Dear Nikki, I'll never forget my first tattoo. I was twenty four and had been wanting one for years, but I was so chicken shit about actually going through with it. I was scared of the pain and the fact that it would be permanent. I was also raised and extremely strict conservative and religious household, and knew my mom would throw an absolute fit and start screaming at me if she found out I got a tattoo. Two times, I parked in front of the shop and didn't go inside

because I was anxious and intimidated. I knew exactly who I wanted my artist to be. I'd been following him on social media for months and fell in love with a style. I saw that he usually tattooed gorgeous model type girls. What if he thought it was too basic? Finally I gathered my courage to go in. I met my artist and told him what I wanted, and everything was pretty transactional. I put down a deposit and we

agreed to do the tattoo in a month. On the day of the appointment, I was super excited, but still feeling nervous as hell. My artist was kind of cute, but I didn't think much of it. He wore glasses and had his slick black hair, and of course he had two full sleeves of tattoos, which I found extremely sexy. The shop was filled with other people in the waiting room, and they were all heavily tattooed, and I felt extremely out of my element with my bare tattoo virgins skin

first time. Huh, You're going to do great. Your design is super cute, too, he said, and smiled at me. After the stenseil was on my thigh and I was comfortable lying down on the table. He turned on the needle and told me to relax. The minute the needle hit my skin, it was almost like my tension and insecurities instantly faded away. Any worries I had about pain were totally overblown because the needle actually felt kind of good.

We started some small talk, and I was totally thrown off guard because before I knew it, we were suddenly laughing and joking with each other like we were old friends. I find it hard to open up to people I don't know, so I was surprised that we almost had instant chemistry. He kept tattooing me and we kept laughing about stupid shit, like when I asked, if you have to tattoo a penis, does it have to be flaccid

or hard? I looked up to the fluorescent lights on the ceiling and realizing I was feeling total blessed out. The endorphins were shooting through my body and he was both tattooing and softly touching my sins of the upper thigh. The buzzing of the needle reminded me of my vibrator, and my pussy started to heat up and throb in response, I could feel the crotch of my panties start to soak through. I have tiny, perky tits that always stayed

lifted because they're so small. I never wear a bra Normally, my nipples just stay flat, so I don't worry about it. But I was so turned on that they had become raw, hard, and outline of my nipples were definitely visible. I saw him GLAMs at them a couple times and look away just as fast. It also wasn't helping that every time he wiped the ink away, he would rub vasiline in a circular motion on my raw inflamed thigh. He did it in such a gentle, caring manner that it made

me want to have his dick down my throat. I suddenly envisioned him standing up, unbuttoning his pants, pinning me down on the table with his black latex gloves in front of all the people in the shop, and forcifully entering me. I'd get up and pay him in cold hard cash, with my new tattoo read and throbbing. I'd leave the parlor with cumb tripping out of me. It was such an overwhelmingly raw and powerful feeling that I

was shocked by my own thoughts. I had never craved Dick so intensely in the immediate presence of what essentially a stranger before that. I couldn't really hide how hot and bothered I was. Our conversation quickly switched from light teasing to heavy flirting, and I could tell that he knew I was turned on. I told him how good I felt. I'm going to see you back here every month. He teased, You're so naughty. I can't believe you like it so much. I blushed and bit my lip in embarrassment.

I felt fully vulnerable. I belonged to him for that moment, because he could fuck up the tattoo or dig the needle way too deep and cause me pain. But I had just trust him. It was in his favor to take advantage of my compromised situation and grab me and claim me as his own by fucking me however he wanted to, but he didn't. He didn't touch me inappropriately

or do anything sexual at all. It drove me insane with blust that he acted like such a gentleman and he was just caring for sweet throughout the entire experience. After it was all over. He applied a bandage, and we gave each other a short hug, and I left the shop. I guess that was that, I thought to myself. I was suddenly embarrassed at the thought that he might not even have been attracted to me at all, and

it was all in my head. The next morning, I got a text from him and said, Hey, just checking in on how you're healing. If you want to come by the shop after hours tonight, I'll put a fresh bandage on. I'll be the only one here. The minute I read the text, I knew we were gonna fuck. When I arrived at the shop, it was pretty late, as expected, he was the only one there and all blinds were drawn shut. The minute we locked eyes, my stomach flipped and I felt my panties get wet. The

sexual tension was thick and heavy in the air. We nervously made small talk, and he knelt down to reply a new bandage. As soon as he stood up, I can't remember who made the first move, but we were suddenly all over each other. He kissed me hard and urgently, as if he hadn't seen me in years. Our tongues wrestled, we stumbled, toward the tattooing table and that I was lying on the day before before, until a semi crashed into it and his hands moved from my waist to

push my shirt up and over my stiff nipples. I moaned into his mouth and felt his heart on press into my crotch. I was absolutely soaking wet, and my entire body was on fire. He hoisted me up on to the table and I instinctively opened my legs. I had prepared a worn skirt just for the occasion. I felt two of his fingers move my panties aside and push inside me. I reached down and held my panties aside to make it easier for him to finger me.

You're so goddamn what, he almost said in amazement. We both pulled my panties down just to get them out of the way, and I fully laid down on the table as he put his head between my legs and started suck on my clip with his finger still inside. He ran his tongue in circles around my clip in the same gentle motion that he rubbed my tattoo. I shuddered from how good it felt. I heard him undoing his belt buckle and got excited at the thought of

touching it, tasting his stick. He didn't let up eating me out until I felt myself coming and I grabbed his hair as my legs thrashed a bit. I couldn't stop thinking about you since you came in yesterday. You're so fucking beautiful, he said, and my heart fluttered. The fact that he just made me come after I had been worried about my feelings were all one sided, made me feel so attractive and wanted. He took my hand and pulled me off the table. We both went toward

the back of the shop of its boss's office. I realized my fancies of him fucking me on the table would probably been super uncomfortable. Inside the office is a full couch, and I wondered how many people he had fucked on this couch. My artist was already fully out

of his pants and told him to sit down. I don't think, and noticed that his stick looked like because I wasn't so hungry for it, I just dropped to my knees and took it all the way down my throat and let it hit the back of my throat a couple times before surfacing and softly sucking the tip. He quietly muttered puck, probably ten times. I took out his dick my mouth and rubbed it on my lips on the head while plumping his dick my hand and looked directly into his eyes. He leaned forward and took

my chin in his hands. I sucked on his thumb a little bit while tugging his balls. He stared at me with his eyes glazed like he was in a trance, and I could tell he was completely lost to lust. I felt great pleasure that I was teasing him just as badly as he was teasing me while he tattooed me. You can't make me come already, he said, and grabbed my wrist to stop me. He reached his pants and took out a condom, and I said, playfully, Oh, you prepared?

Did you assume we were gonna fuck? How presumptuous of you. He laughed and told me to shut up. I said, it's okay, I prepared too. Why do you think I wore a skirt? We both laughed, and after the condom was on, I laid down on the couch. He grabbed both my thighs and pushed them down and thrust in deeply. It was absolute ecstasy to feel so filled up with the clock. The powerful ache and the tension I'd felt for the past twenty four hours was finally being released.

I felt totally out of body as pressure built inside me with each thrust. His breathing was ragged and hot against my neck, and then moaned uncontrollably. I could sense things might in sooner than I wanted it too, so I told him I wanted it from behind. He pulled out, and I immediately felt a desperate sense of aching and longing. I flipped over and stuck my ass up. He firmly gripped my hips and buried his stick inside me, the new angle on which he filled me up and stretched

me out in all the right spots. I almost came right then and there. He started to speed up his thrusting, and he could feel his balls smacking me loudly against me. It was an absolute mess at this point, writhing and moaning and begging for him to fuck me. I told him I wanted him to fill me up, and when he came, he pressed me firmly into the couch and kissed me deeply. He sucked on my neck for a

bit and thumbed my nipples while staying inside me. As he waited for my breathing to calm down, my body kept twitching uncontrollably from how many times I came. After he pulled out, we laid there for a bit, playfully teasing and joking with each other. I asked him how many times he'd done this before, and he said never first time. I called him a liar, and he gave me this cryptic grin. Our chemistry was pretty undeniable. Unfortunately, we fizzled out pretty quickly after that and never had

sex again. I saw that he would be extremely flirty with other girls on his social media. He was a pretty popular artist, and I didn't want to get in too deep with someone who was probably always fucking his clients, so he never became a thing. But I'll always remember how amazing the sex was. Every time I look at my tattoo Natasha, Hello, Natasha, how are you? I love This mix of vulnerability and power play that makes a tattoo session so damned seductive really make me think maybe

I do need to pull trigger and get one. I don't have one. I'm completely virgin tattoo myself. The trust you placed in an artist's hands in the intimacy of skin on skin. Yeah, I think I would have been aroused to the real gem. Here is how you own your desires without an apology, even when things fizzled out. Tattoos as a permanent reminder of a fleeting passion that that is pretty ought. Not that it would happen in every tattoo session, right If you could go back, Natasha,

would you change anything about that night? Maybe push for more sessions or keep it that one perfect INKD memory. I really won't know on that one. And ladies and gents, have you ever had a professional encounter like a massage, haircut, or yes, even a tattoo that sparked unexpected spark? Was it the touch, the adrenaline or something else? You know,

the drill? I really want to know, Dear Nikki. There are times when D and I are really into some naughty fucking and we get to talking into past sexual experiences before we became a couple, or our experiences that we shared in the lifestyle together, sometimes about people in our professional personal life that we might fantasize about being involved with, like asking her if she has a coworker with a nice bulge in his pants that's been hitting on her that she'd like to invite over to fuck,

or who at work makes her pussy wet, or talk about the time Dee's doppelganger friend and her friend were visiting us from out of town. Us had a cookout in drinks at D's place that turned into a game of stripped poker that involved her into showing off and sharing my cock. I took a little blue pill and

we had a lot of fun. It was hard to decide which was hotter two mouths on my shaft with the third licking and sucking my balls, or me in my girl's tongues, getting tangled while her eating a clean shaven pussy together while that taglong friend was licking her own flavor off my cock that had just slipped out

of her soaking wet pussy. Or waking up in a tangle of three naked latinas her knotty doppling ganger quietly sucking my cock while the other two slept, and she breathlessly whispered she needed to swallow my load, and I happily obliged, pulling her head did deep onto my cock and clazing her tonsils. This evening, d was giving me head curled up beside me on the bed so that she was positioned in a way I could reach her behind and play with her pussy and slap her incredible ass.

I loved slapping her ass to excite and to encourage my little sexual thoroughbread. She has given me incredible sloppy head, and her hunger for my cock was unrestrained. I knew she loved my cock since the first night, seeing her eyes light up when she was on her knees in front of me and she was finally able to frame my rock hard cock from my shorts. She proceeded to blow my mind with her talented and hungry mouth. I could tell that she hadn't been fed a cock like

this in a while. I sent her home to her living baby daddy at the time, with the taste of my cock in her mouth and her young, freshly stretched pussy feeling the effects of a proper pounding from an older man. The level of trust and understanding we have when it comes to our relationship and our ability to separate it from our occasional lifestyle adventure allows us to share our sexual thoughts, fantasies, fetish without worrying about being judged.

I pulled her head off my cock, slobber running down her chin, dripping on to her tits as she gasped here air. She left, choking on my cock. Which two men that we have invited to share you with the best cocks? She giggled and stalled, not wanting to answer, dropping her head between my legs to lick and suck balls before running her tongue in the length of my shaft. Go ahead, you can tell me, I said, She smiled,

her smoldering eyes looking into me, but still stalling. I was pretty certain I knew, but I wanted to hear her say it if I guess them. Will you tell me if I'm right, I asked. She shook guests with my cock in her mouth, the head of my cock pushing past her tonsils. I slapped her ass. The first guess the corporate pilot. She was shaking her head yes, as her mouth popped off my cock. He had a really fat cock. It made me a little crazy when he was ball's deep. And you both watch me dance

this clock. He stretched me so good, she said. I admit her pussy did look sexy, stretched on his clock. I really love sucking his cock too, she purred. He spoiled me, Daddy. That wasn't a hard call to make. Watching them flock had really been hot, especially how wound up she got when she was sucking his cock. At one point she had left to freshen up. When she walked back into the room, she was silent and laser focused, crawling between his legs to serve him and his cock hot.

My next guess was my best friend. It was the first time I'd introduced him. It was at a Christmas eve eve and totally unplanned event. He picked us up. We went out for drinks, and on the drive back to drop us off, things took a turn. Dee was sitting between us and the pickup. I was horny and she was horny. She was rubbing my cock through my pants, and I was about to ask her if we should invite him to join us when I saw she was

also rubbing his cock through his pants. What could I do but suggest to him that we should take her somewhere and fuck her. Within minutes, we were in a hotel room. D stripped on her knees and we were feeding her cock. D was a sexy twenty nine year old Latina, and he and I were both white forty seven years old at the time. We fucked her and fed her NonStop for nearly four hours. Right again, Yes,

she growled. He had a thick cock, and it was almost like I was being fucked by two hot, hung brothers, fucking my brains out, stretching and pushing my tight, young pussy. It was incredible. Are you sure you two haven't done that before, she asked, I answered truthfully no. She began to say, I remember when you left us alone to go take a shower. I interrupted her. You are not a girl for my best friend, I asked. Yes, I was very naughty for him. It was so hot knowing

you were in the next room. Well, your best friend was playing with me in my pussy, feeding me a thick cock and stretching my pussy, telling me what a good girl I was. I wanted to be a good girl for both of you, and you both smoiled me with that cock. She had been insatiable that night as we both fucked her relentlessly. She just wanted more, and we started to get ready to leave, but we ended up pushing her back onto the bed as our carnal urges for her raged. She had a body built to

fuck and an insatiable craving for cock. Once we finally got home, it was early Christmas, even morning. I pounded her thoroughly, abused her pussy, and she worshiped my cock until we both passed out. She had me all worked up talking about my friend taking her while they were alone. Bashly, since I know how she is when she's being a dirty girl, I pushed her head down on my cock until she swallowed it all. It had taken her a while after he met, until she could deep throat all

of my cock. She now loves gagging and choking on it while she plays with her pussy, coming hard, body shaking, and screaming with my cock in her throat. I slapped her ass hard, pulled her mouth from my cock, and rolled her on to her stomach. I mounted her from behind and sank my cock deep inside her. My cock was so swollen, throbbing with every vein popping. I fucked

her hard, in deep, with solid strokes. As she described how my best friend had fucked her, how she told him how good his cock taste, how she was afraid of the guests in the room's next door could hear her moan as he stretched her on his cock. I want to be bad, she panted. She whimpered, and told me she sometimes fantasizes about us stuffing our cocks and our pussy at the same time, just like we had squeezed as much of both of our cocks into her mouth as we could as we had her on her

knees in the hotel room. How she'd loved being a cockslat for us. I didn't last much longer. I buried my cock and came in my naughty wife's pussy. She's such a good girl.

up in those late night chats? And are you planning to make it real? And ladies and gents, what's your go to pillow talk that always gets things heated? Past lovers were crushes or wild what ifs? You know what to do? Dear Nikki, I'm a straight guy and been with my wife ten years. We listen to your show together. Sometimes she gets soaked hearing the wild ones in last week's episode, we fuck like animals while we were replaying

that story, you know, the one in our heads. I've got my own confession that's been eating me and it's filter than anything admitted out loud. Last month, I was at a bachelor party for my best friend. We ended up at this underground strip club, downstairs, private rooms, no cameras, cash only. The bride to bee had already left early, but the rest of us there were drunk and horny. I got pulled into a VIP booth by this dancer tall,

curvy latina with a pierced tongue and tattoos everywhere. She said her name was Jade, but I don't think that was her real one. She straddled me reverse cowgirl, grinding her bare pussy right on my jeans while she whispered how wet she was getting from the friction. I could feel her heat soaking through my denim. She reached back, unsipped me and pulled my cock out aldy, rock hard

and linking. No condom talk, no hesitation. She spit on her hand and stroked me twice, then lifted just enough to sink down on me in one slow, slick drop fuck. She was tight, drimping, and she had clenched around me like she was trying to milk every inch. I gripped her thighs hard enough to leave marks. She rode me reverse ass, bouncing her pussy lips, gripping my shaft. Every time she lifted, I could see her juice's coating me,

shiny stringy dripping down my balls. She leaned forward, hands on my knees and started slamming back in deep, punishing strokes that made her moan, like she was in pain and loving it. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit as vast circles while she ground down. She came first, shuddering, gushing her pussy, pulsing so hard it almost pushed me out. I felt the hot rush of her squirtings soaking my thighs,

and the leather seat that set me off. I grabbed her waist, janked her down hard, and buried myself balls deep. I came inside her with a growl, thick ropes, pumping straight into her cunt while she rocked back to take every drop. We stayed lock like that for a minute, my cock twitching, her walls fluttering around in me come starting to leak out around the base and drip down

my sack. She finally lifted off, turned around, and licked me clean, slow, sloppy tongue from balls to tip, sucking the last bed out while looking me dead in the eye. I tipped her five hundred dollars, stumbled out, and went home to my wife. Smelling like sex and glitter. She asked why I was late, as the guys kept buying rounds that night. I fucked her missionary, slow and deep,

still half hard from the memory. I came inside her again while picturing Jade's pierced tongue swirling around my cock. I haven't told my wife. I don't know if I ever will, but every time I hear your show talk about one night thrills or forbidden fucks, I get hard all over again thinking about that raw anonymous cream pie in the dark booth. Is this guilt I should carry forever? Or just the kind of dirty secret that makes marriage hotter with confessing to my wife ruinous? Or could it

turn into the fields pillow talk we've ever had. Thanks for this space to get this out, Nikki. Your voice makes me feel like I'm not the only one with these thoughts, still tasting her on my tongue. Illinois, Well, hello Illinois. I have never been to a strip club, and part of me kind of wants to see what a VIP booth you know, kind of confessional, you know, feel it, you know what it would feel like, you know, And then to hear your rawness of it, no condom,

no names, straight to cream by. I love it. What stands out most for me is how vividly you describe the physicality of it, her pierce tongue, the way her pussy crypt and gushed, the slick mess dripping down your balls, looking clean while staring at you. It's the kind of filthy one and done encounter that lives rent free in the mind long after the glitter washes off, and that

glitter can fucking stay. It just sticks to everything. The fact that you still went home, still tasting her, and fucked your wife while replaying it, that is kind of a secret thrill that makes the story so addictive. This isn't just cheating guilt for you. It's the thrill that supercharged your marriage bed that night without her knowing. The question is whether it's the secrecy is a fuel or

the slow burning fuse. You sound conflicted but not destroyed, which tells me this is a memory is still mostly erotic currency rather than poison. Many people open up or semi opened dynamics would call this hot as hell and spice. Others in strict monogamy could see it as red flags. Either way, you own the moment without an apology in your confession, and I think that's extremely powerful question for you. Has that night changed on how you look at your

wife during sex now? Do you find yourself comparing sensations or has it actually made you more present and hungry for her. If you could relive one specific second from that booth, first thrust, her squirt, the clean up, blow job, vinal date cream bi, Which would it be and why? I'm sure? I'm sure that's probably situational, you know, I know it would be for me. Have you gone back to the club since ever, just to see if Jade's still there? Or is it fantasy stronger because it stays

frozen than that one perfect anonymous moment? And if your wife ever confessed something similar to you, how do you think you'd react, turned on, jealous, or both? Would it open the door to sharing this story? Ladies and gents, have you ever had a no strings, high risk hookup that was so intense it left echoes in your primary relationship, either making home sex hotter or creating a secret wall? Men? Especially, what is the wildest bachelor party or solo story you've

never told your partner? Or do you wish she could turn it into dirty pillow talk? Ladies? If your man came home smelling of stripper glitter and horned up, would you want the truth or just enjoy the ride? Hmm? I really don't have an answer with that, right now we'd say just join the ride. You know what to do. I'd love to hear your thoughts. You can either email it to me at Nikki and Ikky at your Nikki dot com or join us over on discord. I'd love to hear your thoughts. I think this is a perfect

place to stop for today. This episode has been a pure masterclass in stolen thrills, Tattoo tables turned fucked altars, and pillow talk that turns into pounding in a dark booth, cream pies that echo for months. Have you ever brought home the scent or extra horniness from a secret encounter or used it to rock your partner's world without them knowing? Or do you wish you would confess it all on

turning into a shared dirty talk. These stories hit that sweet soot for me between raw impulse and deep intimacy. Natasha's tattoo tale shows us how single moment of surrender can unlock desire we didn't know we had, turning fear into fireworks peace. Pillow Talk Adventure reminds us that vulnerability in sharing secrets can supercharge a relationship, making the familiar feel forbidden all over again. Both highlight the beauty of our own erotic sides without shame, whether it's a one

night thrill or an ongone exploration. Thank you to everyone bearing it all. You've inspired us to embrace the buzz, the whispers and everything in between. And that answer estrall in a milkshake, suck it slow, you dirty minded geniuses. And in closing, Hello, lover, why don't we steal that tattoo fantasy? You know, make it our own book a late night private session. I'll wear a short skirt, no panties, thighs bear trembling while the needle buzz is against my skin.

M I'm sure that vibration will hit me just right. What do you think I really want to know? And until the next time, ladies and gentlemen, stay curus, stay consenting, and keep chasing that pleasure and have a fucking fabulous rest of your week.