Rebroadcast Valentines Day with Nikky

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Hit that link in the description or penned message. Your next late night spiraling is waiting. Now. Dim the lights, get comfortable, maybe slip a hand where it's already aching, and let's dive back into the dirtiest Valentine's drop we've served. Remember this is your safe place to be completely honest, sweet, sinful listening darlings. Let's begin. Before we get things started, I wanted to put out there thank you for those

of you who showed up. Also, I decided, since I have been asked many times in the last week since we've started the live shows, we're now gonna also go to daily episodes eight o'clock Central Standard time. Each day. We'll have a different theme. I've kind of got an idea of what themes I'm looking for the first one. I'm thinking like, I'm thinking that themes will change or some of them probably stay the same month to month,

but then we'll have some different ones thrown in. But thinking like, since it is the last minute, I'm skip tomorrow so I can get all my my ducks in a row. But Monday, I think we're gonna I'm sure I have some old Valentine confess that I can dig up and we can talk about those. So that's kind of what I'm leaning towards on Monday. Could change, but

that's kind of easy right there. And then by the hopefully by Monday night, Tuesday, maybe Wednesday, I'll have a schedule put up of what the theme will be each day. I do need to have everybody. It's up in the as a second branch, like a thread. I think it's just called of what is your favorite confession so far this month? Not erotic audio confession, the ones that are on one like Wednesdays and Fridays. So if you can think of that, maybe it'll make it into the live

show on February twenty eighth. Maybe do that. Maybe I don't know, might be somewhere else, who knows. So tonight Oh okay, okay, So tonight's show is just like your favorite weekly drops, but with a delicious little twist. After each steamy confession, we'll pause, get cozy and dive into the juicy questions could we would we? And oh, so

what exactly God is throbbing about it? And on today's show, a man flew into support his long distance girlfriend and ended up pounding her mom's perfect ass on the kitchen table. Still comes the hardest to calling his almost mother in law his whore a grinder by couple turned him into the creamy center of a filthy dpe sandwich asks filled while he's in hers already begging for round two. Who else got ruined by that perfect threesome and the landlord deal?

He uses her pussy weekly rent vanishes now she preps with her vibrator, bites the sheets to hide the moans while her boyfriend pretends it's all just normal prey rent equals new addiction, that and so so much more. Are we already excited? I know which one I'm looking forward to again, have not read these, so we're just kind of flying by the seat of our pants, of both

of us. What I did find interesting. I don't know if you're paying attention to anything that's going on in the Olympics, but the twenty twenty six Winter Olympics just served as the steamiest plot. I Mean, we all know it's nothing but a big orgy. It's it's a known secret kind of thing, right. The twist is this ten thousand free condoms vanished from Olympic village faster than you

can say gold metal thrust. We're talking gone in just the first three days poof ten thousand gone like one night bad, one night stand stand ghosting at dawn maybe with roughly twenty nine hundred peak conditioned athletes cooped up, pomping adrenaline and indorphins. That's about three and a half rappers per person in seventy two hours. Clearly someone misunderstood quick release here, I'm thinking, right, So they talked to

the IOC spokesperson, Mark Adams. He basically smirked at the presser ten thousands have been used for twenty eight thousand you know, sorry, two thousand, eight hundred athletes. Go figure. Translation, pros aren't just breaking records for the slopes, they're shattering personal best as well. I wonder if they are using IKEA as a you know, like the ones that don't get medaled or whatever. I wonder if they're using the most condoms to fuck out frustration and who wins the

gold medal at that? But what I found interesting if you compare that to Paris in twenty twenty four, they had a stash of three hundred thousand condom buffet. They were allowed two per day in a for every horny Olympian, so you only got two per day. So if you compare that to what's only been done, like in the first three days, and I know we're way past day three,

it's kind of stingy. So no wonder they kind of ran out right, But I mean ten thousand because you know, by the time the opening happens I call the TV festival festivities and stuff that from what I understand, it starts days before that. So from what I'm understanding, they ran out before before everything started, right, if I'm thinking right? Hmm? So my question is this for this little show, who's

winning the real gold in stamina this year? Hm? I mean that's a lot of that's a lot, a lot of sex, a lot of sex, and I'd be better. I feel sorry for the cleaners. Hopefully they're disposing them in little tissues and putting them in the trash. They're not scattered, you know all, but still, you know, because sex smells, we all know it. Sex smells. I remember

my brother snuck at his girlfriend One time. He was telling me he got snuck her out and I was like, well, and he said he put the sheets in the wash. And I said, you did fabreeze your room, right, and he would Why would I need for breeze a room? I said, sex has a smell, So basically, you just told them you had sex. So that was my sex talk with him. All right, you know what time it is. It's time for our dirty sounding riddle to ponder. Are you ready when it's hard and has hair on the

outside and is sweet and sticky on the inside. Your mine's in the gut? Are already? I know? Cause mine was? Mine absolutely was. And again the answer at the end of the show, you were going to say something, This one was hard for me more than any others. I'll tell you that. I will tell you. Do you want to hint everybody that's gonna listen to this later, it's gonna go, yeah, hint, Lise, it has a C and

a T in it. But remember it's completely clean. 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 Niki, I've been lurking forever, listening to everyone's filthy secrets and getting hard just from the stories. But I finally built up the courage to share mine. English is in my first language, so forgive any weird phrasing.

I just need to get this out. I was nineteen, a big, rubby built guy, in a long distance relationship with this sweet girl few years older than me. She lived with her parents, was dressing hard over exams, so I flew out to spend two weeks supporting her. I basically lived in their house. She studied eight to twelve hours a day at the library. We'd have lunch together, sleep together, just sleep. She was too anxious for anything else, and that seemed to calmer. Her dad left super early

in the morning for work and came back late. That left me alone a lot with her mom. She was in her early forties, short burnette, tiny waist, but god, the biggest, softest, most perfect pair of tits I'd ever seen close up. And that insane summer heat. She stopped wearing bras around the house, just thin t shirts and baggy shorts. She kept telling me to get comfortable, take my shirt off, relax. But I was in my girlfriend's

parents' home. I didn't dare. She noticed me staring every single day, and she got bolder, sitting right next to me on the couch, so her thigh pressed against mine, thinner shorts pants that rode up and showed that she wasn't wearing panties. I was nineteen, permanently hard, and my girl friend wouldn't even let me touch her because parents are home and too stressed. No quikies, no blow jobs, nothing. I was dying. Then one afternoon, she's cooking in the kitchen,

insist I keep her company. Sweat, steam, water splashes. Her white T shirt turns basically see through nibbles, dark and hard against the fabric, thin pants wedged between her cheeks, showing off her perfect little ass. I'm sitting there with a painful erection, mouth dry and heart hammering. She catches me staring at her tits and just smiles. You like them, she asked, voice low. They're even prettier when I was younger, but not that bad for my age, right, I just

gulp and nod like an idiot. She giggles and points to the obvious wet bulge in my shorts. You liked them that much? Did you come just looking at me? I tried to sound cool, Not yet. My voice cracks and she laughs harder. Then she leans her ass against the table and says, come here. What happens next is still the hottest thing that's ever happened to me. I basically ran into her, lifted her off the floor, and

kissed her like I was starving. She wrapped her arms round my neck, licked my nipples, whispered how'd she been masturbating in the shower every day thinking about me? She wrapped her soap pussy against my crotch, threw our clothes while I with grabbed her ass, slid my fingers under her shorts, felt how drenched she was. I on the table, she straddled me, grinding harder, moaning she was my whore, A grained to every dirty thing. I growled in her ear.

She came like that, just humping my clothes. Dick with my fingers, fucked her from behind, biting her ear, chanting fuck yes, fuck, yes, so good. Then she dropped her knees. Now at your a toy, big boy. She pulled my shorts down, stared at my cock like it was a treasure, stroked it, licked the tip, then swallowed almost all seven inches without blinking, deep throatd me like it was nothing. Let me grab her ponytail and fuck her face at my pace. Begged me to come on her face, then

in her mouth. I told her I last forever. She just grinned and said her jaw was getting tired. Maybe we should try somewhere else. She stood up. I tried to slide into her pussy. She stopped me. No birth control and no condoms, then that filthy smirk. But if you eat me right, you can fuck my ass. I'd never done anal, never even come close, and I fucking love going down. I put her on the table, spread her legs, and buried my face in that meaty pussy,

shaved lips, full bush. She left on purpose, so I'd noticed through her pants every day that she was commando. She grabbed my hair, shoved my face in her deeper, forced me to focus on her clip, and ground on my tongue until she screamed and came all over my face again. Afterwards, she was shaking, panting, smiling, licked on her own juices off my cheeks and whispered, you earned it. You're gonna fuck your hoarse ass now. She grabbed all the oil and slid on my cock, fingered her own

ass to open up. I lost it. I've been over the table, rammed in. No slow start. She screamed, begged me to go slow, but I was done being nice. I called her every filthy name while I pounded her, choked her, lightly fingered her pussy at the same time made her come again. While my cock was buried in her ass. She sucked off her own juices off my

finger like it was another dick. I came so hard I literal laced saw stars, pumping rope after rope into her while she milked me with her hips, moaning filled my ass. Yes, I love it. We collapsed on the floor, laughing, my softening cock still inside her. She rocked on to me a little longer, kissed me and said that was perfect. Thank you. I've wanted you forever. Then reality hit. In one hour, her daughter, my girlfriend, would be home for lunch.

We showered together. She made me wash every inch of her, teased my cock back to full hardness, but said we were out of time. Next time, she whispered. Two days later, I made her bud an excuse about my grandma being sick and left. I couldn't look at my girlfriend in the eye, knowing I'd called her mom my whore and filled her ass with my coum. A week after that, I broke up with her in another city. I told her I was disgusting person and she'd deserved better. She screamed, cried,

slapped me, punched me, and spat on me. I just took it. She blocked me everywhere. Mutual friends cut me off. Her dad called me on Christmas Day to say I'd always be family to him. That call destroyed me more than anything. Years later, the guilt is almost gone. What's left is the memory of that kitchen, her ass, gripping me, her begging for my com and now I'm ruined for Vanilla's sex. I crave mouse, I crave anal. I still get off thinking about it almost every time I jerk

off Ninki. Have you ever crossed the line so big you knew there was no way back? Ever betrayed someone you loved and still get raw card remembering it the betrayal itself do the filthiest memories always win? In the end. Thanks for reading. I'm shaking just typing this out. The nineteen year old who fucked his mother in law in the kitchen and never recovered. This is going to sound really cold. Seriously, Yes I have, and no I don't

feel guilty and I didn't doing it either. There's something to say about I mean milks of big tits and big asses. Yeah, would you feel guilty though, I mean she had him fly out and nothing and she was laying in bed with him. I would say it'd be something different if unless they had a conversation of where they were going to be, you know, nothing until they got married. But that wasn't said, so I don't know if we should bring that into the conversation. Maybe it

should be kinda but we're not judging morality here. But I would say if they had the conversation, then yeah, that was bad. But I mean, I kind of go But this is where I go back to what my dad used to say. You know, if you don't take care of the house and everything in it and me willing to redecorate every now and then, that someone will take advantage of what you took. For Granted, I don't know this is hot. This is hot for me. I could see me being talked into this absolutely hands down.

I can't say that I knew a Dilf, you know, or my boyfriend's dilf that I can think of. I mean, only one I could think of is he went on my radar at the time, you know. But yeah, now given a chance, I don't think I would, though, because his son quite was filling me, so I was completely sated and satisfied. I mean, I could get anytime I wanted. So that's probably why he wasn't on my radar. So I don't I'm not judging him here, and I wouldn't. I would tell him not to feel guilty, because I

don't think I would, you know. I mean, she they don't take that long to give a handjab, blow job and come on now kind of sounded one sided right here, I am. Yeah, there's something. There's just something about the Dilves and Mills. And even though I'm in that category now, definitely Dilves, I can remember. Just there's just something about him.

I don't, I don't know, It's just I guess I'm really glad that every person I've ever been with didn't have a father that was except for that one long time ago, and again I was stated, so there was nothing to really go after. I definitely give the mill five, you know. That's that's the abe. I've heard that a time or two, just a little bit yeah, an ah, that and some other things. Darcy tells me. I need to take it as as a compliment and smile. I'm

working on it, dear Nikki. I've been buzzing since this happened, and I had to write it out before the high wears off. I'm still tasting it, so I've been on grinder, scrolling for that spark, and bam, the spy couple hits me up, mid thirties, hot as hell, looking for a younger guy to play with. Let's call them Joe and Jane. We chat, vibes are instant, and the next thing I know, I'm at the hotel room door, heart pounding, second marnside,

no small talk. They're all over me. Joe presses up behind, grinding a rock ard cock against my ass through our clothes, hands roaming my chest. Jane's in front, chasing, teasing my dick for my jeans, then pulling her top down so her perfect tits are right in my face. I'm already leaking, moaning into her skin. Then they push me onto the bed, clothes flying off in seconds. Jane climbs on with me. We're making out hard, tongues, deep, hands everywhere, feeling each

other up like we've been starving for it. Then Joe steps up, cock out thropping right between our faces. That's when he gets filthy. Jane and I drop down together, sucking his shaft, taking turns on the head, licking his balls while he crons above us. I love tasting his pre comb, salty and thick, dripping. Already, we're both worshiping. Our mouths are meeting around his dick. Jane slides down next, wraps her lips around my cock while I keep sucking

on Joe. The rhythm is insane, her sucking me deep, me gagging happily on him. Then she pops up, grabs her strap on. Time to hope you up, baby. I flip onto my back, legs and ass presented. Joe straddles my chest and slapp his heavy cock on my face and feeds his balls. Not yet, don't make me come too soon. I'm looking and sucking and lost in it. Jane loops up and slides in slow at first, then deeper, stretching me wide, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl.

I'm moaning around Joe's balls while she fucks me good, prepping me for the real thing. Once I am loose and begging, we switch. Jane gets in the same position, ass up ready. I slide into her tight hole, pumping slow then hard, finding my rhythm, feeling her clinch around me. Joe moves behind me, lines up, pushes in slow, then all the way, fuck being in her while he's buried in me. That deep sandwich is feeling unreal, the pressure, the fullness, the way every thrust pushes me deeper into her.

It doesn't take long minutes of that perfect sink me pounding Jane's ass, Joe pounding mine, and I explode, filling her up with hot spurts. Right after, Joe grunts and unloads deep inside me, pulsing and flooding me. We collapse in a sweaty heap. Jane drives between my cheeks, licking Joe's come out of my ass with hungry little moans. I clean Joe's cock, sucking the last drops, tasting us mixed. Then I go down on Jane, lapping up my own come from her stretched hole while she sighs and pets

my hair. After we just lay there, catching our breath, laughing, touching, softly cleaned up swap numbers, already talking about next time. I can't fucking wait. Thinking about it has me hard again right now, Nikki. Have you ever been the filling in that kind of perfect threesome sandwich? What's the hottest by dynamic you've ever heard or lived? Where everyone gets everything they crave? Does getting used like that, filled and filled at the same time make you crave round two immediately?

Has anybody been on the grinder hook up and turned it into a pure fire like this? I need to know I'm not the only one ruined in the best way. Thanks for being the safe space, safe space, safe place. Oh my goodness to confess this, Dickey, I'm still shaking the younger guy who just got railed and reeled back. I like this. It was very hot, tender, you know, I think it's hot. I do having that threesome in that way. You know that you just kind of explore both.

I think I would come hard even if I wasn't involved. It's like if I could just watch, But then the thought of being in the middle or being on the end while he's in the middle and you know, basically he's not really necessarily standing there, but the guy behind is fucking both of you technically, you know, that is

that's kind of hot to me. I don't know if I'll ever get to do something like that, but I wouldn't say no with the right people just saying it just kind of sounds hot, or even be involved in with two men that that is definitely I don't It's not on my bucket list, but I you know, maybe it's a free space on a bingo card right now. Yeah, yeah, yeah,

I could see that. It's it's interesting when you it's to me, I think anybody can explore anything if they were in the room when the sexual tension was I like, you know, it kind of makes you wonder, how you know, somebody walks in and they see everybody fucking and you kind of just shocked into it, and at what point are you kind of like out of logic land and you get horny too, and you join in and you just let it all go kind of thing. So, did

you enjoy your exploration being fucked once? Is you just had one experience or multiple? I guess the once thing is a cloe here? Would you if they wanted round two? Would you have? Oh? You got toys too? You know? That was one of my favorite calls that a guy would call let me vibe him, or if they had the thrusting plug. I loved that. And the one thing that I'll never forget there was this guy who was stayed at a hotel and he was shoving all kinds

of things up of his ass. And I remember when he got the remote, and I thought, I am definitely taking liesel with me to a hotel or at least something to clean things, just saying so I could say they do. And after the World II Shell last week, that just, in my mind explains how they stub anything for sexual gratification. I haven't ever been that horney where I wanted to shove anything up. I don't think I've

always had a toy with me. Granted they may not have the charging cables per se, but yeah, and I always keep a plugged one around always. Yeah, I agree, because like I use my fingers, I'll have a good orgasm, but like if I use my womanizer, that sucks. My clad totally different, total different experience and same thing. That's why I don't really play with dildo's because why it's it's not the same, It doesn't fill me the same.

So I just now my partner using one on me, hands down the best, hands down, Just saying I kind of think sometimes my sexual energy is kind of like a man, because I do feel like there's times I have that need and I just really need to go have a nice, big orcassm either be fucked or just use a toy. Absolutely, Dear Nikki, I've been sitting on this for weeks or playing it in my head every time I'm alone, and yeah, it makes me wet just thinking about it. I need to get it out before

I explode. Me and my boyfriend have been together for a couple of years. We finally moved in together this tiny studio where we've been renting for twelve hundred dollars a month. Money's been tight and we miss full rent payments more than once, especially since it's weekly. Our landlord is a thirty five year old man who lives close by. He's always dropping in to collect, fix stuff whatever. He my boyfriend get along great. They chat like buddies every

time he's over. Once back, we were short again. My boyfriend tells me the landlord offered to forgive the rest of the wrect if he could just come watch us have sex. I was floored, like, who casually asks that? But my boyfriend shrugged it off like it wasn't a big deal. In honesty, the idea of being watched made me tingle in ways I didn't expect. I said yes.

First time was awkward as hell. He sat in the chair across the room, fully clothed except for his hand inside his pants, stroking while we fucked on the couch. I tried to focus on my boyfriend, but knowing those eyes were on me the whole time, I came harder than usual. We didn't talk about it. After the next week, same problem, short on rent. This time, the landlord ups it if he gets to join in. The rest is forgiven. My boyfriend brings it up like it's no big thing.

I laughed at first, thinking he was joking. He wasn't. Fuck The math was tempting Cyril Wrent. My boyfriend said he was okay with it, so I said yes. He came over that night, said he'd watch first then join. As I'm making out with my boyfriend, dropped my knees, sucked him slow and deep. The landlord pulled out his cock, already winking and stroked while staring. Then it was our turn. I took. I crawled over, took him in my mouth while my boyfriend slid into me from behind. They spit

roast me right there on the floor. My boyfriend came inside me fast. The landlord grinned and said, guess it's my turn. Now, flipped me on to my back and fucked my pussy hard and deep. I came so fast I couldn't hide it, shaking, clenching the whole thing. I bit my lip, trying not to scream. I didn't want my boyfriend to know how much I loved it. Landlord finished and sighed me soon after, pulled out, thanked us cash, and left. Before he walked out the door, he threw

out a new deal. Once a week he gets to use my pussy, and the rent is free. No effort for me, no blowjobs, no riding, nothing, Just get in position, stay still and take it till he comes. My boyfriend answered for both of us before I could even process it. Deal. So that's what started happening every week he shows up. Last time, I was already worked up, used my vibrator in the bathroom beforehand so i'd be slick and ready. He walks in, tells me to get on all floors

on the bed, legs close tight. I barely get into position before he's behind me, pans down and shoves all the way in one rough thrust. It's stung at first. He's bigger than my boyfriend, and he doesn't ease in. But God, the way he just used me, like I was there for purely his pleasure, it hits something deep. My boyfriend was literally ten feet away, separated by this half wall, sitting at the desk on his laptop like

it was a total normal Tuesday. I tried so hard not to moan loud but the sheets and whimpered into the billow, whimpered into the pillow, but every thrust made me, my my body bestray me. He fucked me steady for fifteen minutes, hard, selfish strokes, then groaned and pumped me full, pulled out and said thanks, see you next week, and

left like you just dropped off the mail. Not even two minutes later, my boyfriend comes over sees me still on all floors leaking the landlord's come, and gets hard Instantly. He slides in right where another guy just was sloppy seconds and fux me the same way. I came so hard I saw stars, and he did too. Afterward he was grinning ear to ear, sag, Babe, we're paying zero fucking wrint now this is amazing, And yeah we are

Rent's gone. But every time the landlord leaves, I'm left dripping, thighs shaking, re playing how roughly he took what he wanted my how my boyfriend just let it happened, encouraged it. Even I pretend I'm only doing it for the free place, but deep down I quite crave that weekly visit now. The way he doesn't ask, doesn't romance it, He just uses my hole like it's his right. And then my boyfriend reclaims me right after. Turned on by the mess

left in me, I feel guilty. I love my boyfriend, but I'm starting to look forward to Wednesdays more than I should. Nikki, have you ever had something start as just practical and turn into your dirtiest, dirtiest craving. Has any one else ended up in a rent for sex arrangement that quietly flipped into wanting it for real? Do you think my boyfriend secretly loves watching knowing I'm getting used to that? Or am I reading too much into

his smiles? And for your listeners, what would you do if the hottest, most selfish fuck of your life came with zero rent attached? I'm thinking the boyfriend suggested it. Ugh, it depends. I mean, if it's if it's like a slumlord you know where they're in greasy wife beater shirts. No, no, not really, but you know we all can't rent someone sexy and sly and suave. I mean they have to be clean. See me in logical land thinking about this, I would if a situation was right, it only especially

if it turned my boyfriend on. But again in logic land, I'm like, I don't know, I don't no, it is really hot, it it really really is hot. Hmm, And she continues, I'm so just typing this things for being the place. I admit it all. The girlfriend who's pussy pays the bills down. I don't know, I don't know it is hot. I mean I think any story we get that the boyfriend watches and reclaims that's really probably

funking hot. Yeah, I did do, Dear Nikki. I've carried this one for years, like a dirty secret I can't quite shake. It started innocent enough, or at least that's what I told myself. Growing up, my parents dragged me to church every Sunday, not just attended, but fallen, told to help run the youth groups they led. There was this one girl who always was orbiting me. Ginger hair,

peteep frame, shy smile. But even back then, you could tell she had a nice set of tents under those modest church dresses, above average, soft looking, the kind that made teenage me stare a second too long. She was infatuated, always finding excuses to sit next to me, brush against me during games, laughed too hard at my dumb jokes. I knew she had a crush. I just didn't do anything about it. Not Then fast forward several years. I'm in the Army, now home on leave. Parents still insist

I come to church for old time's sake. I roll my eyes, but I go, and there she is again, all grown up, still ginger, still petite, but Jesus, she's turned into something stunning, quite blushing when she saw me, the same shy energy now wrapped in a woman's body. She had a boyfriend told me right away, like it was important. I know, said they had sex, but it was very vanilla missionary, lights off, quick and sweet, said it almost apologetically. Cheeks pink. We're talking in the hallway

after the service, people milling around us. I start closing the distance, inch by inch until our thighs are touching on the pew. We wandered to. Her breath changes, getting shallow and quick. I rest my hand on her thigh, casual first, then firmer inside it higher under the hem of her skirt while I lean in and ask, have you ever thought about fucking another man? She whispers, I don't know, But her legs part just enough that tiny imitation is all I needed. My finger slips under her panties,

find her already wet. I stroke her glit slow while she grips the edge of the pew. I s darting around. Someone might catch us. I ask if she wants to find out what it's like. She nods, barely audible. Yes. We kiss, hungry, desperate, right there in the shadows. Then I pull her into one of the unused Sunday school classrooms down the hall doors locked, skirt up, panty shoved aside. I bent her over the kid's sized table, pushed her inside one slow thrust. She was tight, soaking, whimpering my

name like she'd been waiting years for this. I fucked her through the rest of the sermon, hard, deep, covering her mouth when she got too loud. She came twice before I filled her up. We straightened up, fixed her hair, walked out separately like nothing happened. Nobody noticed. That was the start for the next couple of years. Every time I was home on leave, or even when I wasn't, she was mine completely. I told her what to do,

and she did it no hesitation. I made her send me pictures in church dresses with no panties, made her edge yourself during Bible study and text me when she was dripping, made her sneak into the bathroom and finger herself while the congregation sang hymns. And then I pushed her further. I told her to let older men from the church use her. Men She's known since she was a kid, deacon's Sunday school teachers, guys who's shaken my

dad's hand. After sermons, I set it up, tell her where to be and what to wear or what not to wear, and how to act. She'd go shy and trembling at first, then came back to me later, soaked and marked, telling me every detail while I fucked her again. She never told her boyfriend, not once. He thought she was the perfect church girl. Meanwhile, she was getting railed by me and half a dozen other men I picked

out for her, all while smiling sweetly at Potluck's. I don't know if I corrupted her or just woke up what she was already there. Either way, she loved it, craved the secrecy, the shame, the way I owned her body and gave away pieces of it away. Eventually, life pulled us in different directions, deployments, relationship whatever. I drifted, But I still think about her sometimes. How that shy ginger girl from the youth group turned into the dirtiest

secret the church never knew it had. Nikki has somewhat have have you? Have you ever known someone who seemed so pure on the outside, but once you cracked the shell, they were filthy for you. Has anyone ever let you push their boundaries that far? Passed fadella past cheating into straight up being used by whoever you said. Do you think she still thinks about it the way I do? Or did she bury it all when she moved on?

And for your listeners, what's the most forbidden place or person you've ever fucked with, in in or with and did it ruin them or you? For normal sex? I still get hard remembering how she whispered yes, sir before dropping to her knees. Something she'd never leave you. The soldier who turned Sunday school into skin sin. Sorry, Oh wow, this makes me think of all the the ay. This makes me think of all the porn out there, of the people getting fucked in confessionals. This is what this

makes me think of. It's got to happen, right. So there was this caller and he was exploredive, so he explored everything. He liked bathouses though, but the one thing he did tell me was it is a popular kink.

The one thing he would tell me is that he dated this woman once and she brought him back like after like then Sunday evening, well, in Sunday evening they would go to the basement and there were people like he was saying from the church that it was like swingers from the church, but they only did church people, you know, and it was kind of like a free from awful what I understand because the deacon or pastor whatever you want to call it was biflexible and he

loved wearing panties, and yeah, it was crazy. So now when I pass one of those churches that are like tiny churches and stuff like that, I do think of stuff like this, but I wouldn't say I knew anybody that was like this. Have I ever been with someone? I would say that, yes, that opened my eyes? Absolutely, I have been. What about you? Not in a church setting, but someone that pushed my boundaries? Oh wow? Really not yet that's better. Not yet is not really as negative.

Not yet is a good one. But I'm wondering if you're already kinky. You don't seem shy, but then you know, when you're behind a screen and keyboard, it's easy to be brave. But I kind of get the drift from you. You're not that shy. What's the one thing that Have you ever been in a sexual situation where things just took it up? Another notch in it? And for you

another notch, not meaning anybody else. You know, I'm not asking you to jump from a chest or a dresser drawer dressed as Superman and try to save the tied up woman or anything you're thinking, right, well, you know, even yeah, so even if there's no sex, like no penetration with digits, still the whatever we do is still sexual. Even if it's just words and seft touches. Those are anything that bubbles up and makes us harder, completely wet, I think falls under the sexual category here. See, there

you go. It's just like I don't know when you started listening, but there was. I did a show in up in Memphis, Missouri at the Natural Pines. It's a newdiest resort and it just kind of caters to anything under the sex umbrella, right, And they asked me to do a live show, which I kind of threw together. But I came up with this idea because they had this on their small, tiny stage to have this Saint Andrew's Cross. And I picked two people too, I trust.

One of them was a woman that I was I'm into, and so the thing was I put her and her husband together and I asked him, does he have permission to pick out three people that you absolutely trust that you would fuck, and she said yes, And I basically I told her, I said, what we're going to do tonight is we're gonna put you on the St. Andrew's Cross, and I'm gonna whisper dirty things near your hair or ear, not hair, and while the other three because you and

you won't know, your husband is forbidden to tell you who. But while three people that you absolutely would be okay with sexually pleasing you, you know, do whatever things do you while I spring your dirty things to year. So it's kind of like that, you know, Abe, that's I mean, that's that's as close as her and I has gotten mud. But I will tell you that we had a bit towels down because she's a squirter and she passes out,

and I'm I'm proud. I understand when a man can make it, gets proud of making his girl pass out. I was quite proud of myself. I'm just gonna put that right there. Yeah, I did it to another guy, and then I did it a couple of weeks later to two other couples too, So yeah, it's kind of it worked out really well. So But otherwise I haven't done it with anybody else, so I don't know if it's something I would ever offer if I had to go, you know, look got asked to go to a club

or anything. But yeah, it was hot as fuck with her though since it's been like this teasing dance between the two of us. With her, well, I there was one thing I knew I wanted to do because I was the one person that they would know what. I would always make sure I was grounded to them so they could feel like if I moved my hands, my hand would start on their hip or shoulder, arm, whatever, they would know that's my touch. I am there. So

it's one thing I wanted well with her. I she was I can't remember if she was naked or not. I think she was, but I'd have my hand on my hip. But it was like not like a grounding type of touch. It was more of a sensual type of touch, like I would run my hand up in places and across her neck and you know, kind of nibble her shoulder or ear while I'm talking very dirty to her, just like I talked dirty to you guys. But yeah, I do think of that every now and then.

As hot as fuck, Darann, your rinky. I'm still reeling from Friday. My hands are shaking as I type this, and I've reread the mistext a hundred times like it'll shange what happened. My boyfriend and I have been opening up about fantasies lately. Nothing too wild at first, but it's been fun hot even last week. His turn to pick something we'd try, he brings up glory holes. You know, the classic anonymous cock through a hole in the wall,

no faces, no names, pure filthy thrill. I've always gotten wet thinking about the level of stranger sex, the risk, the mystery, the way it strips everything down to raw need. So yeah, I was very into it. He found a spot not far from his office, a highway rest area with out of order bathrooms that apparently had active glory holes. The plan was simple. I'd go at five thirty PM, slip into the last stall, into the men's side, the

out of order one, and wait. He'd show up after work as as an anonymous guy on the other side. I'd even practice the signal fingers through the hole to say ready, I got there a little early heart racing. The bathroom was empty, dingy smelled like old piss and bleach blast all sure enough. A metal plate on the wall through the screw tight and three loose. I unscrewed them. The plate drops, dangling by that last screw, and there's the hole, small but big enough, perfect five thirty hits.

I hear footsteps, squeaky shoes on the tile. I've teased them about those shoes forever. They've always squeaked like that. The stall next to mine closes locks. I push my fingers through the hole like we planned. Seconds later, a hard cock slides through, thick, fainy, already leaking. I dropped to my knees and take him in my mouth. Saull salty, pre come. It's my tongue, extra salty. But I'm so turned on I don't care. I stroked the shaft, swirl my tongue. Wish the hole was bigger so I could

get his balls too, But this is still heaven. I'm soaked. I reach down my pussy, scushing panties ruined. I stand, turn around, guide his tip into my entrance. He moans through the wall, low and eager. I prop one foot on the toilet seat, hands on the grab bar, and sink back on to him full, deep, perfect. I ride him for a bit, then press my ass flush to the wall so he can take over. He fucks me hard, steady thrusts that make me moan louder than I should

in public. I'm desperate for his come, begging under my breath for him to fill me. A knock on the wall his signal. He pulses and unloads deep inside me. Hot spurts flooding my pussy. He pulls out slow, comes, drip down my thigh immediately. Then he speaks, fuck that felt amazing. That voice not my boyfriend's deeper rougher, completely wrong. My stomach drops, I freeze, leg shaking. Is still come, is still leaking out of me. I don't move, don't

breathe just wait for him to leave. Saw door opens, footstep, spade squeaky, shoes gone. I grabbed my phone one misstext from my boyfriend. Time stepped till maybe ten minutes earlier. Had to work late. Can we try this next weekend? I almost threw up right there on the stall floor. Some random stranger just fucked me raw through a glory hole at a rest stop. Filled me and I came harder than I have in months, thinking it was my boyfriend.

I cleaned up the best I could, wiped the cum off my leg, fixed my skirt, snuck out like nothing happened. Drove home in a daze. Boyfriend got home later, all smiles, asked how my day was. I mumbled something and went to the shower, stood under the water, forever feeling the ache between my legs, replaying every second. Part of me is horrified the risk, no condom, no idea, who he was, could have been anyone, STDs, pregnancy, scare all of it. Part of me is still turned on, like disgustingly turned

on the denomininity. I craved it was real, too real. I didn't know him, he didn't know me, and he used me exactly like I fantasized. I haven't told my boyfriend yet. I don't know how do I confess? Do I pretend it never happened and rescheduled for the next weekend like nothing's wrong? Do I go back alone? Nikki? Has anyone ever had a fantasy go so wrong it circled back to feeling right? Ever been filled by a stranger thinking it was someone safe and then craved more

of danger. What would you do if you were me tell him everything, keep the secret or chase that rush again. Tell me, listeners, spill your accidental gloryhole, strange, your mix up stories. I need to know. I'm not the only one who's supposed to betray them this hard. I'm a mess, wet, guilty, scared, and horny all at once. Help the girl who got creampied by the wrong man at a rest stop. Okay, here's the thing. I would have fested up immediately because

this wasn't her fault. You know, this absolutely wasn't. So I would have fested up immediately. I gloryholes, yeah, I would. It would have to be something like this, But this is exactly what I'd be afraid of. I've watched too many horror movies to actually try something like this, So it have to be a controlled gloryhole. I'm just saying, like, just controlled, because this is just yeah. But then again, there's that guy. He goes around to like outside parks

and gets fucked raw. But I don't know what kind of car he drives, but I'm actually impressed because he ends up laying kind of hiss me really short, because he lays across his front seat and he spreads his legs wide, like out the front door, and he lets men more women do anything with them, right, But if he wants sex, he wants them to fuck him. He passes over our condom and basically saying no condom, no sex. So if they don't want the condom, they just come

all over his legs and stuff like that. But it's basically a mutual masturbation thing that sometimes starts into sex. It's really hot actually that I might be okay with, like if they would take the condom, right, But there's so many scary people out there, but this is so hot. So for me to track glory hule with the people, I would be okay with fucking. It would have to be a controlled space, which kind of takes some stuff out of it, but not really. What do you think?

And if that was you in, you know, meeting up with your significant other, would you keep it from would you tell them as soon as you go home? You'd keep it a secret, That's true. I'd be tempted to

tell because I mean I didn't know. I mean, according to my phone, he told me you were coming, you know, I mean kind of sounds like that she had just got to the bathroom and got everything set up and the text possibly came through, but at that point the guy probably was there and we're already going to town.

You know, Ice will finish. I'm just saying, Okay, these stories tonight, kitchen tables turned altars of forbidden lust, grind her hookups that left bodies trembling in perfect sinc rent paid and raw, weekly surrender, church pews hiding the dirtiest conversations, and that gut punch gloryhole mix up where fantasies crashed into filthy an a reality. These confessions remind us desired

does not play by rules. It sneaks in through crack doors, family ties, practical deals, scared sacred spaces, and even walls with holes. It betrays who we think we are, leaves us dripping with guilt and craving more. And somehow, the filthiest moments, the ones that shatter, trussed with white boundaries or just plaine use us, are the ones that burn the brightest when we're alone later, with hands between our legs,

chasing that high all over again. So tonight, as Valentine's fades and the world present pretends to sleep, ask yourself, what's the line you swaar, you never cross the one memory that still makes you throb the hardest when you do. And the answer to your riddle, are you, Rennie, I'm waiting for you. It's coconut, coconut a tree. That's a good guess, But I told you I had to see a tea. So here's a little taste, a little sinful

preview of what's dropping this Thursday for my subscribers. I remember the way the bar's dim lights caught their eyes. Two strangers, tall, confident, leading in close as we flirted over whiskey sours. Their names were Alex and Jordan, or at least that's what they told me. Their voices were low, teasing, drawing me in with compliments that made my skin tingle. You're captivating, Alex whispered, his fingers brushing my arm. Jordan smiled, adding, we'd love to show you just how much I left

it off at first. But the heat between us built until I found myself nodding following them up to their hotel room, my heart pounding with that delicious mix of nerves and excitement. Now here I am, and the cool quiet. They're sweet. They've guided me to a plush armchair, the kind with wide arms and soft leather that creaks under my weight. My wrists are bound gently but firmly to the chair's arms with silk ties. Nothing rough yet just enough to make me feel exposed, vulnerable. See that's only

the beginning. Patreon, Apple and Speaker subscribers get the full uncensored version the Hitcher Feet this Thursday. No cuts, no teasing, just me talking you all the way through it.