Post Valentine's Day Live

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description or penned your next obsession is one click away. Now, settle in, maybe trace a finger where you're already sensitive, dim everything else, and let's relive those Valentines, triumphs, disasters and everything deliciously in between. Ni, and thank you for joining me tonight. I'm your host, Nikki, of course, and today's episode is all about post Valentine regrets or triumphs, the stories that leave you laughing, blushing or learning a

hard lesson. We've got listener confessions that range from hilarious fails to scorching success and maybe a regret or too.

On today's show, I picture romantic dinner at home with candles, wine and some seriously spicy chili's things that up heat up in the bedroom until the capsaisan transfer turns into pure panic, meticulously planned Valentine's Day fantasy where a husband watches his hot wife surrender to another man, stalking shimmering and heels are staying on and what starts as a sweet Valentine setup explodes into filthy dirty talk when a wife begs to be used like a whore. That and

so so much more, Dear Nikki. Last weekend, I finally did something I fantasized about for years. My partner was out of town, the house was completely mine, and I spent the entire Saturday night completely naked, lights low, slow, r and B playing edging myself for almost three hours with just my hands, a small vibe, and a mirror propped up so I could watch every single reaction on my face. I didn't let myself finish until while I was literally shaking and begging out loud to an empty room.

When I finally came, it hit so hard I actually cried for a second afterward, not sad tears, just overwhelming release. I've never felt that shamelessly powerful and filthy at the same time. Now I keep replaying it and wondering if I'm supposed to feel guilty about how much I love being selfish with my own body. Am I weird for wanting to do it again tonight? Anonymous? No, absolutely, you're

not weird. You're awake. I love when people take that time to explore their body, because as we age, things change and we're not the same as we used to be. Just because we can fuck like rabbits in our twenties, when we reach our fifties, and trust me, not that I'm fifty, but you tend to just wake up then you're It's not just one thing that kind of It's got like a house up to your it for twenty plus years or even ten or twenty or forty. It's not one thing that goes wrong. It's like a complete

one after another after another. So exploring our body and new adventures with our own body is something I welcome. It isn't masturbation, it's full body reclamation. You have time, you give yourself time space and zero interruptions and total permission to be greedy about your pleasure without performing for anyone else, And that's very rare. Most of us are still half conditioned to rush, stay quiet, and or feel like we need a partner's eyes to validate the experiences.

You flipped on the script. You became your own audience, your own lover, your own witness. The shaking, the begging out loud, the tears at the end. That's what happens when the nervous system finally gets every guard it's been holding on for years. So I say, schedule it, schedule it multiple times a day if needed. Right now, audience, I have to ask Red, you'r in turn, what's the most unapologically indulgent thing you've ever done just for your

own pleasure, solo or with someone? How did it change the way you think about your body or your desire afterward? No one, no judgment here, as you know, just curiosity. What do you think? Red? I know you didn't hear it. And by the way, good evening. Do you know do you want me to reread it again? Mark this second? Cut it out? Oh making a messine here? Red? Okay, let me look this my because I'm recording it second, post it later, So give me one second here. Okay,

so this is what they read in last weekend. I finally did something I fantasized about for years. My partner was out of town, the house was completely mine, and I spent the entire Saturday night completely naked, lights low, slow R and B playing edging for myself almost three hours with just my hands, a small vibe, and a mirror propped up so I could watch every single reaction on my own face. I didn't let myself finish until I was literally shaking and begging out loud to an

empty room. When I finally came, it hit so hard I actually cried for a second afterward. No sad tears, just overwhelming release. I've never felt that shamelessly powerful and filthy at the same time. Now I keep replaying it and wondering if I'm supposed to feel guilty about how much I loved being that selfish with my own body. Am I weird for wanting it to do it again to night? What do you think red it is? You know I I I you caught in to what I

was saying. But as we age, you know any especiality like after forty you're on a ticking time bomb of your body going whoop. We're going to change, And I mean I think we change every year, you know, but I think our drastic change happens that are, especially for women mid forties and on, where nothing leans up lines up right. So that's why I think it's very important for everyone to explore sexually, even with their own body masturbation.

Masturbation is a great way because how if you can't please yourself, how you're going to tell your partner how to please you. Did you make your drink yet? Are you ready doing? Are we this? Yeah? My tongue twide. Our tongue died tonight. Are we drinking tonight? Oh? Wow? Oh bless you? I'm drinking water over here. Well, it's time for our filthy riddle? Are we ready? I had a good one on Valentine's Day when you were having way too much notty fun. I thought it was my

It was my favorite. So if you haven't listened, you'll have to tell me what you say. So here you go, what you're thinking, cap on? You love shoving me and hard when you're really worked up. The faster and deeper you go, the louder I make you moan. I stretch you wide open, fill every inch and leave you gasping for breath. Sometimes you beg me to stop because it's too much, But when you're done, you pull me out, slowly, wipe me off, and promise you'll do it again tomorrow.

When am I, I will say this one surprised me an, I guess I love these well. We'll have to wait till the end of the show for on that one, won't we It's not a hammer and nail, and we'll tell you that. 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 fan from people just like you and me. It's weird saying that life. By the way, dear Nikki, I have to tell you about this absolute horror story I heard from

a friend about another couple. It's equal parts hilarious and horrifying. I can't stop thinking about it. They were having one of those dreamy at home romantic evenings, candles everywhere, soft lighting, and a homemade dinner with a bit of spice because they both love heat and their food and apparently thought it would translate to the bedroom vibe. Wine flowing blurty glances. The whole set up was perfect. The guy had been in the kitchen earlier, chopping off fresh chilis for their dish,

hob and arrows or something seriously potent. He raised his hands, sort of, not thoroughly enough. One passionate moment leads to another close starts coming off handstart wandering enthusiastically, and then boom, the cap says, transfer hits like a freight train. She freezes, eyes go wide, and the burning starts down there. Not the sexy kind of burn, the holy hell, my most

sensitive skin is on fire kind. He realizes what happened about two seconds later and turns frantic, mess apologizes, flying, running for the fridge for milk, suggesting yogurt oil, anything to neutralize it. The moon the mood completely obliterated. They spend the rest of the night with her sitting in a lukewarm bath, him hovering outside the door like a guilty puppy, and eventually both of them just laughing hysterically while eating ice cream in bed, because what else do

you do after your spicy dinner backfire so spectacularly. They survived, obviously, but he swears he'll never touch a chili without surgical gloves. Again moral the story, always always always wash your hand like you're prepping for surgery if chilies are involved. Have you ever had heard, or heaven forbid, experienced a food related bedroom disaster like this or any other oops in the wrong ingredient moment that turned into a steamy into screamy I have a story, Yeah, er, I have a story.

So this could have been me. But we didn't have a hob and arrows. So I will say, there's no amount of washing your hands you can do once the cat say us and gets on your skin, So the best thing to do is actually to use gloves. Okay. So, and I'm not a big fan of, you know, spicy food, but there are times I do make my own roast my own chilies though, So there you go. So there was one night might as well have set up us exactly. This intimate time happens and we're all getting into it,

and it's it is a slow burn. It is a very warm burn, like like you're warming loubs. But then it kind of, oh, how do you say it, it kind of get it just gets warmer and warmer, like the dial keeps going up. And it won't stop and eventually it's it is like a spice that hits you, and it hits your clip and it was all over and I just remember, oh my god. And I'm lucky that he recognized like a second or two after he did it, because I was like ooh ooh, and he's

like shit. So I don't know how long that he was fingering her. I thank god his fingers weren't keep inside me or anything. Excuse me, Zeppelin, he's outside my office. Don't a fit. I put the Olympics on for him. Apparently he's not happy with it anyway. So this did happen to me. This is one of the first stories I can say, yes, this happened to me. So this could have been me. Absolutely could have been me. You know, I'm wondering if it was a friend that rot in

because this didn't happen to me. So gloves, ladies, intense gloves, even on your own, because you never know when the mood's gonna hit, and heaven forbid you, you know, start stroking or finger banging your girl or yourself if you're going to reach back there. And yeah, it's not fun, Like I said, it starts like warming lube, and then it just keeps on going. It burns, and heaven forbid

you touch your eye with it on your fingers. So there's a pole, and I think I'm just gonna leave it be because it's just you and I hear a pole or cap says, So it happened this weekend. You had gloves on. Please tell me you had gloves on for making hilapaniels with glaucamole. So are did you get into it with her afterward? Or no? Yeah? I would give it, yeah, a good good call on your part. I would give it another day if you just did it yesterday, and then you should be good to go.

But like the best thing to do is like taste your fingers, and if you can taste the you know, the cap says, and if it starts warming your tongue, it's definitely gonna warm down there or even your your part's just saying, dear Nikki, I thought I would share what took place on Valentine's Day. Me and my hot

wife decided to do something special together. So there I was, my heart pounding in my chest as I sat by the window, my cock already hard inside my jeans, Brenda planned this for weeks, my beautiful life, her teasing whispers about how she'd make me watch, how she'll surrender to another man, Jastro, to drive me wild. And now here He was Marcus, tall and broad, shall his dark eyes hungry as he stood there before her, his shirt already

unbuttoned to reveal the taunt muscles beneath. She was a vision, my love. Her black cocktail dress clung to her in curves like a second skin. But it was the details that made my breath catch. The sheer, silky smooth stockings seething, her legs shimmering like liquid obsidian as she shifted her weight. They ended those sky high red stilettos, the kind that arch your feet just so and make her caps flex with every step. She hadn't taken them off, not yet.

Watch me, eh, she murmured, her voice sultry command, her eyes looking on the mine as she sauntered towards me. Watch how he takes with yours. Marcus didn't waste time. His hands rummed her body, sliding up the backs of her thighs, fingers tracing the lazy tops of her stockings where they met her garters. She gasped sight softly as he hiked up her dress, exposing the bare skin above, then the thin strip of her thong. I gripped the arms of the chair, transfixed as he spun her around

and pressed her against the edge of the bed. Excuse me, her hands bracing on the mattress. He knelt behind her, his lips brushing the curve of her ass. But it was the heels that caught my eye, the way they dug into the carpet for leverage, the sharp click echoing as she spread her legs wider. He peeled her thong aside, and she arched her back, offering herself to him. The first thrust was slow, deliberate, his thick cock sliding into her wet pussy with a slick sound that made my

mouth go dry. She moaned low and throaty, her head falling forward as he gripped her hips. The stockings Gosh, they gleamed under the light, stretched taut over her thighs, whispering against his skin. With every pump, her heel lifted slightly off the mattress with each deep stroke, red souls flashing like forbidden signals. Fuck she's so tight, Marcus groaned. His pace quickened, the bed creaking under the rhythm. She pushed back against him, her body under d h it's

time dyed tonight. The silk stockings are for catching the friction, sliding just enough to heighten every sensation. I could see the sheen of sweat on her skin, the way her dress bunched around her waist. But it was the erotic symphony of nylon on flesh, the heels on display that made me stroke myself through my pants, aching to join. I love watching my wife getting fuck like this, looking

like this. Come here, baby, she panted after a few minutes, her voice breaking as she hilted himself inside her again. She twisted head to look at me, her lipstick smudged, her eyes glazed with lust. I need you. I was on my feet an instant, shredding my clothes as I approached the bed. Marcus didn't stop. His hips stepped forward, relentless, focking her from behind with a wet, obscene slap. She reached for me, her hand wrapping around my throbbing cock,

gliding it to her lips. I groaned as she took me in her mouth, hot and eager, tongue swirling round the head while she hollowed her cheeks. The sight was intoxicating, my wife on all floors still lettows still locked on her feet, stalking his pristine. Despite the frenzy, Marcus's balls swung against her clip with each thrust, and she rocked

between us, a perfect conduit of pleasure. Her free hand clutched the sheets, but the other pumped my shaft in time with his rhythm, her lips stretching around me as she puckered deep. I threaded my fingers through her hair, watching the way her body jolted forward. Those silky legs quivered, heel scraping the floor. That's it, Pretta, I whispered, her name of prayer on my lips, take us both. She pulled off of me in a gasp, with saliva trailing from her lips to my tip, and eyes locked on

me with a command softly turn around for me. It was what she wanted first. I hesitated only a second before complying, kneeling on the bed beside her, presenting myself. Marcus slowed his thrust, watching with a smirk as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to trace the sensitive ring of my ass. The cessation was electric, her warm wet licks circling, probing, teasing the tight pucker while her

hand stroked my cock back to full hardness. She hummed against me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, even as Marcus picked up his pace, fucking her harder, making her body tremble. Her stockings brushed my thighs as she worked the silk, a teasing cress, her heels clicking faintly against the bed frame. Satisfied, she turned her attention back to my cock, sucking me deep while Marcus pulled out slip with her arousal might turn. He groaned. She whimpered

in anticipation, pushing her as higher. He spread her cheeks, his thumbs circling her tight rear entrance before pressing the head of his cock. There. She was soaked, ready for her own licks, and the pounding had given her pussy. He eased in slowly, inch by inch, and she cried out around my deck. The sound muffled but raw. Her body tensed and then melted those he high heels digging into the mattress as he bought a mountain her ass.

The stretch must have burned so good her eyes watered, but she took it all, walking back to meet him, her stockings whispering with motion. We found our rhythm again, Marcus claiming her ass with a deep grinding thrust, his hands gripping the garter straps like reins, devouring me, her throat relaxing to take a ry inch, gagging just enough to make it filthy. The room filled with our symphony, her moans vibrating around me, the slap of skin, the

creak of the bed, the subtle rustle of silk. I could feel it building, that coil in my gut tightening as her tongue flicked the underside of my shaft. I'm close, I warned, my voice hoarse. She didn't pull away. Instead, she sucked harder, her hand cupping my balls, urging me on. Marcus grown behind her, his face faltering as he chased his own release. But it was her who pushed me over the edge. With a guilty guttural cry. I came, flooding her mouth with hot spurts. She swallowed greedily, not

spilling a drop. Her eyes fluttered shut a bliss as she milked me dry. The sight of her stalkings askew now heels still perched impossibly high, asked, clutching around another man's cock prolonged in waves, leaving me shuddering. Marcus followed seconds later, bearing himself deep and pulsing inside her, his war mingling with her muffled whimpers. She clapsed on to the bed, spent and glowing. My calm still glistening on her lips as she smiled up at me. You're turned

to clean me up. Ah, she teased, but that was for later. For now we basked in the afterglow, tangled together, her silky legs draped over us both. Hey, I love this. What do you think has something like this ever happened in your world? I know you are like our king of clubbing here, I'm just innocent in my head. I have you the king of clubbing. Seriously, I am that.

When I say I'm that person that does not realize on someone's learning with me, I am dead one serious and then usually something really dorky comes out of my mouth. I am that woman. To this day. The brit calls it endearing. He says, it's actually really sexy. Yeah. A story here. So one of the clubs I went to in Kentucky, the partners with the owner. He took me into the owner suite. I thought he was just showing me around. So I came back and they were like, well,

how was it. I was like, no, because I was with a group of us and we had SEO magazine and all these other people there porn Star. All of a sudden, a big group ain't taking anybody back there with me, And I was like, oh, wow, look they have a cage over there at bed there. We even sat on the bed and he showed me his artwork and stuff like that and stuff that he had been doing for the club, and we just kind of talked and he showed me the one way mirror and the

fireplace was lit. And I was telling somebody that afterwards and they're like seriously, I was like what They were like, you realize he took you to that room, not to show you around or give you a tour. It wants to see thanks. So when I say I'm completely oblivious, I am completely oblivious that that is me. I can I could whisper dirty things one hundred and ten percent, but yeah, somebody can take me to a private room. And I'm thinking it's a fucking tour of Yup, that

that's your girl right there. Ed. I'm at mess at times. I'm telling you, one of these days, I'll have to tell you about how lost I get driving even with the GPS, I can go like two hours out of my way the opposite way. But I don't call it lost. I call it going on an adventure, you know, gonna gloss over that lost thing. So, with you being the king of clubbing here, I have a question. So the question was because it's supposed to be a poll and you're the one here, so I'm just gonna ask you.

Here's the things. This has this or similar hot life three way fantasy ever played out for you or wish you had? It was okay? So you have. Yes, we love the dream watching or joining b We talked about it, fantasized it yet, but have not pulled the trigger yet. Ce love the stockings, heels, staying on detail, total turn on and you can play some multiple hair if you want.

D too intense for me, but damn a great story or e no, but I'm taking notes for next Valentine's here since you went clubbing to your throne, mister klubby with was it a horror bag. I don't know why infend anybody. Was it a horror bag you guys said, or a slutbag? I thought was up pillow it. It looked like a huge beam bag. Bellow, I'm like, what the fuck is she taking a big bag to have a bean bag toss? I don't think it's called bean

bag toss anymore. I'm showing my age. It was a purse. Yeah, I'm gonna have to find you one that says something like that. She's God. You're gonna have to ask your your sexy half where she got it. I might have to get me one or put it on my wish list if I need to make a wish list. Actually, oh got it. But see okay, now I gotta look with maybe. Oh so you just love the stockings. He'll stay on detail, total tur on. Yeah. I've always wanted to wear those Cuban stockings, the ones with the line

from the heel all the way up. But my luck, as I would, mine would look like a drunk monkey put them on, so they'd be like, you're going like those warning signs like it's curby. That's how mine would go on. They go whoo, So yeah, mine wouldn't look sexy. Mine would look like a drunk monkey. Put them on me. Don't even get me to talk to you about the whole ugh fish nets story I have. I'll have to tell you guys about that a later date. Yeah, I am not good with stockings or heels, or I try.

My best. Heels are not that bad as long as they're not that high. But stockings, stockings, I am. I am like wrestling a oil based pig or something. It just it's yeah, it takes a whole village and me and stockings just saying especially they're the Cuban ones tuniaky. Last night was Valentine's Day, and it turned into one of those rare electric nights where everything just ignited. My wife and I've always been vocal during sex. We talk, we moan, we communicate, but real filthy, dirty talk. That's

maybe once in every five sessions if we're lucky. Last night, though, she was completely lost in lost in it, and it took us somewhere brand new and insanely hot. She started the evening my putting on this incredible show for me. She slipped into her roamy set from Honeyburdette, that gorgeous blue lace brawl and those teasing clear mesh panels let

the skin peek through in all the right ways. She paired it with the matching roamy strap up stockings, the kind that hug her thighs perfectly, and no panties, none, just her freshly waxed pussy, completely on display, already glistening, begging to be absolute, said her of attention. Walking into the room like that, she looked like pure temptation. Things escalated fast, The dirty talk kicked in hard, and then she hit me with something I never expected from her.

Breathless voice shaking with need, she looked right at me and basically bagged, ease me like your hor treat my pussy like you hired me for the night, and you can do anything you want with it. Hearing those words come out of her mouth, my usually sweet composed wife, while she was dressed like that and practically dripping it

was the hottest fucking thing I've ever experienced. I called her my whore, told her exactly how I was going to use her rented pussy all night, and she melted into it, lost every last bit of control, moaning and grinding and pleading for me. We went harder and dirtier than we ever have. It felt like we unlocked a whole new level of trust and raw desire. Still buzzing from it in the morning. Listen, damn you know. Yeah,

I people think I'm the queen of dirty talk. I now I have told my lover just use me, just fucking use me. There's nothing like you know, there's times I I'll reciprocate. I'm not a no girl. I mean, I will suck you dry if you want me to a one hundred ten percent, and I'll swallow and you can come anywhere you fucking want to. Don't care because I'm yours, your your mind. But there is nothing like looking back and looking at your lover and saying, use

me like a filthy horror. You know. But I mean it can't be the like it can be like one hundred percent of the time for me, you know. But there's times I just I really want to be railed, especially if I can tell that you need a release. Yeah, I definitely bend over and use me like a whore. Yeah, use me like your release. It's better than any anxiety medicine. Ever.

Do you dirty talk? Do you do? It doesn't make you feel venerable, vulnerable, geez until it clicks, and when it does, it's definitely a game changer for me anyway.

But it doesn't click in. It takes a lot for it to really click in for me right right away, Like the few times that I can, Like I said, I'm usually really really really horny, Like when I say horny, you know, I know, I've mentioned it a couple of times during the show on my recorded cast that my molars will hurt, like really really hurt, like the pressure, and that usually means I need to come really bad. Yeah, like my jaw. I'll feel at my jaw if I'm

I'm really pent up in horny. It's weird. It just feels like my teeth are blowedd. I guess this is maybe the right way to kind of say it. I don't know how to say it, but it's just pressure like in my jaw by back of my jaw mm hmm. I just kind of really kind of started feeling it, you know, not we're noticing it to say about ten years ago, like if I was really really really needing it, So what about you, ran, how can you tell that?

But you're probably like me most of the time, your service so or you have sex most of the time, But have you ever edged yourself or put a limit on where and how you can come? And what I mean, what is your what is your body signals? I guess should say that you know you need you need it? Yeah, I get cranky too, That's another one I do. I've become a real not a nice word. I only reserve that sea word. If I ever call a woman a

sea word, she deserves it, trust me. So I will lay that bad boy down like it's the first word in my freaking vocabulary. It may not be right, but boy out he does it get laid out like that? Yeah, I took I was when you were texting me the other day. That's what I was at the doctor's office for, is to get tested for all that. Because that's why sometimes I'm up really late. Is I think I'm going

through perry. And it's thank goodness I work for myself because I literally can get up work and then go back to bed and sleep like this morning I had. Last couple of days, I've been up till or I'll go to bed and then being them awake, and then I'll stay up till like two or three and then this morning I slept till almost nine, nine thirty ten and then I got up, so it Yeah, God bless her. You know, well, tell her hats off to her, and if she has anything, you know, wait till she pulls

out the fans. If she hasn't yet, I think I have a side fan, my ceiling fan. I'm stripping in my sleep now. Yeah, yeah, I am a professional stripper in my sleep. Now. I'm just saying, wait till she gets to that stage. If she's not already. I mean seriously, I'm like throwing laundry across the room. Yeah wait, I

mean hopefully for you she will. Because it's one of those where I wake up in my sleep and I'm taking it off and I'm finding clothes across the room and the BRIT's like just sleep naked, and I'm like, I kind of like the little clothes of sleep and they're sexy at bottom for a reason. The can you flung across the room? Two NIGGI. Valentine's Day was supposed to be our night to reignite things. Candles, rose petals everywhere,

champagne chilling, the whole romantic setup. My partner showed up in this killer red lace lingerie set thigh high stocking, sky heel high heels, looking like every fantasy come true. We were all over each other from the second the door closed. Things got steamy, fast, heavy, kissing hands everywhere, her whispering filthy promises about how she was going to ride me until I beg for mercy. We moved to the bedroom, close, flying off well most of her stayed

on because damn that lingerie. I was so worked up, heart pounding, ready to make it epic. She pushed me on the bed, straddled me, grinding slow and teasing, then leaned and close, breath hot against my ear, and said she wanted it rough, tonight, really rough. Choke me, slapped my ass, make me feel owned. I'd never gone that far with her before, but the heat of the moment,

I said yes. I wrapped my hand around her throat gently at first checking in, gave her what she asked for, hard druss a, playful smacks, dirty talk, cranked to eleven. She was moaning like crazy and loving it, begging for more. It felt electric, like we'd unlocked this wild side neither of us knew was there. Then post orgasm clarity hit both of us like a truck. She started crying, not

happy tears, real overwhelmed tears. Turns out the intensity triggered something deeper for her, old stuff she hasn't fully processed, and suddenly sexy, rough felt violated instead of hot. I frozed, apologized a million times, held her while she shook, We took her or We talked for hours after, but the damage was done. We started passionate. Fire turned into regret

and guilt on both sides. We both love each other, but last night crossed the line we weren't ready for, and now Valentine's Day it feels tainted instead is celebrated. I'm still buzzing with shame this morning. Lesson learn the hardest way. Check boundaries deeper, especially when trying new things, no matter how consensual it feels in the heat. Anonymous, I think you and I can agree they didn't they did not. I mean, she stated her desires, but they

didn't really have a talk. He you know, And I think she's as much to blame here because it's a fifty to fifty or actually I always say one hundred one hundred, it's one hundred respent, one hundred percent responsibility on both parties to have the conversation of exactly what they're looking for and I and maybe not do them all at once, you know, like let's pick one and go from there, you know, not knowing what the trauma was. You know, it's hard to really say, but you never

know what something. I mean walking I don't mean to compare it this way, but walking down the street and seeing a smell is sent can remind you of something I got the hiccups of that triggers you, and you know you have to You can only be prepared so much for it. But I think when we're playing in the realm of extreme play, especially choking, I think conversations should happen regardless on how much, because I mean, even

Doggie style could be extreme for some. So we should be having conversations about these things, and especially if it's something you're not doing on a regular basis or working your way toward. We definitely shouldn't be jumping in the deep end, even though I am guilty of jumping into the deep end, and because I do that a lot in life, but there's a lot of things that you know, actually I do that period, just jump in the deep end.

But this right here. I know enough that, let's be honest, I probably jump in the deep end because there's so many things I want, But having a conversation is the most important thing you could with your partner. And I'm sure you agree with me that read especially since are you a professional dom or? I mean, gosh, that sounded horrible. Well, I didn't want to go are you a professional dom or? You just play one on TV? That's I didn't want to. Did you know like Iced Tea, he's not a cop,

but he plays on TV? You know, essentral kink? Yeah, I like that too. I have been to one in the UK. I think I've told that story how that it was a BDSM night and I was not not prepared for that. I thought I was going to a swinger party or a you know, it is a swingers club. But they just happened to have on. I happened to show up on the night of one time a month that they're doing heavy kink play, and it seemed like

everything that was gonna go awry. Someone caught on fire kitchen huts there was supposedly at a brooke foot and I was not about to go climb those riggedy steps up and down to go watch someone had the kink of fight club and then they had a drowning. Someone experienced drowning. I was like, yep, nope. But what I liked about this club is they had a medical playroom, but it was also used for because they always had a at least, you know, a nurse or one of those.

I forget what they're called, but they're not doctors, but their nurses almost a doctor. They just can't prescribe the hard shit. Yet. No to the fight club and drowning. Yeah, but Shabari went bad that night. They were doing Shapari with wax play and he had a hood on and when she went to pour the wax down his body, the hood caught on fire and they put it out and I was like, oh damn youd No. That was an experience for sure. So do you have any advice?

I would love I, you know, being when I went to swing with on that one year, they had a guy that did fire play and he would it was amazing. I was like, I wanna please, I still wanted to be part of that. I absolutely would sign up for that. Wax play I would love to do as well. That's something that's on my list is a wax play. I know that's probably our cupping. That's another one that I kind of find interesting, cupping play. I think it's called I could be just talking about I don't know. I

have to look. I'll have to take that up and get and send it to you see if I can find it. It is cupping play, but I think it's the same thing as like a more sensuality around it, like if you were supposed to good a normal massage. I have ever been. I've never been on the end of a flocker, but I think it would take me a lot to be on the end of a flogger. I have it staint. I don't know the partners I've

been with, don't I haven't had a flogger. And then the people that wanted to flog me I didn't trust or I didn't want to play with in that way. You know, they gave the the candies in the van creeper way. Yeah. So the one that I you know, that wanted to he not only did he give me stranger danger vibes. It was one of those once he does that with you, it's you're supposed to be one of his girls. And I'm like, yeah, nobody's not, especially

not yours. So you know, yeah, and it's sad to watch because he owned the place, So it was kind of sad to watch all the girls be. You know, if you played with him like that, then you're a part of his You could get a little shirt with his name on it. And so I'm Daddy whatever his name was in play Girl and I'm like, yeah, no, I don't mind being a daddy's girl, but you know, he's not mine kind of thing. Yeah, I've heard that he considers himself a dom and he's so not I

could top him from the bottom, and that's bad. I can always feel when someone tells me they're a dom. I can always feel if I can top for the bottom, which is bad. It seems like I'm able to naturally submit or my body felt naturally submits, you know. So here's some takeaways from tonight that from our Valentine's Day confessions.

From those hilarious disasters, you know, the cap say us in to the High and Payple lows so spicy food, Eagles, Bedroom Danger Capsayus, and from Chili's lingers on hands and burns, sensitive areas badly wash thoroughly actually just wear gloves, you know, because milk and yogurt baths. I just that's a lot of milk and yogurt, and milk and yogurt are like fifty dollars a gallon now, right, Planned fantasies can deliver

epicais hot life. Threesomes with stockings, heels, deep rimming and cleanup when everyone's fully on board with a clear communication and trust is definitely pure fire. Filthy dirty talk can unlock new depths. A sweet wife begging to use me like your whrror and I blue lacy honeybir debt. It definitely can turn into a routine into raw and buzzing intimacy. Rough play needs deep, ongoing check ins. Definitely. I definitely felt like that one needed more check ins than what

it alluded to, which I think was zilch. Choking, slapping and own talk feels hot in the moment, but can trigger unprocessed emotions afterwards. So definitely, if you're gonna want to try those things, as Red and I discussed, I definitely communicate, communicate communicate here definitely for sure, and lingerie stockings and heels, staying on ample spies, everything I think we can all agree to that Valentine's Day can be legendary, laughable,

or lessons fulfilled. Communicate boldly, play safely, lap at mishaps, heal through regrets, and keep the confessions coming. What resonated with you the most tonight? I would really like to know and that rental a really intense workout is your answer? There exactly exactly whered you just don't go and yeah, workout, you just don't go and choke someone if you don't know the proper technique. There are places safely that you can learn that are open minded, that will he will

guide you both through extreme kinks. It's like choking. So I suggest visiting those area and getting properly trained before you try something like that at home. So this is a wrap for me. I want to thank you again for joining me, and I hope you have a really good evening and I'll see you tomorrow