Toy Play Teases & Guided Play

On tonight's show, a young man steps into a forbidden role play with his older lover's home, wearing something that does not belong to him, whispering words that blur every line. A woman hands over controlled of her most intimate toy to complete strangers, feeling the buzz in public places while blining back moans, and a secret raider of his fiance's private drawer leaving traces behind that make every shared night even hotter. And risk here that and so so much

or hoping that there you go? Oh what Woodford? I was like, well, okay, if this gives you a double barrel hard on, I'm all for that. Tonight's episode for Dear Nicky's question, what's the one fantasy that you've never shared with your partner but it keeps you up at night? I'd love to hear from you. You don't have to put it in here, but you can always put it in my DMS for secrecy, and I would love to

hear from you. You know, you know how to email me at ninky and I kky at dear Nikki dot com or even through the website at Dearniky dot com on the confessions tab. So to get this kind of going with you, guys, here there's two open ended questions for you. What holds you back from confessing it? And how do you think sharing it might change your relationship? And before we dive in tonight for your confessions, here's your rental. You know that's something that sounds downright filthy,

but it is totally innocent. Are we ready. I'm long and hard when I'm young, but short and soft when I'm old, and I hang between your legs all day and at night I get tucked into bed when am I Oh no, you sound like you're coming down with something. Oh yeah, it's it's about that time where I usually will catch something in it like two minutes. I'm not two minutes, but like a common cold or flow, it takes me weeks to get over. So it's not that

what I was down for the other night. But yeah, now you in Australia, you're about to change to winter, because when we're in winter, you're in summer. Right, I could be completely wrong on that. Somebody told me that once 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 meeting my phone, I don't know if you heard it, buzz, I'm like, go away, dear Nikki.

I'm supposed to be paying attention. The zoom Call's been droning on for forty five minutes, some endless quarterly update with pie charts, acronyms, and my boss's voice sounding like white noise through my earbuds. Everyone else has their little video squares on, nodding like good employees, cameras angled just right to hide the laundry pile and unmade beds behind them.

But me, my camera's off. Mike muted, and my hand is already down my leggings, fingering the slipping under the damp cotton of my pandies like they've got a mind

of their own. It started innocently enough. I shifted in my chair, thighs pressed together, and felt that familiar little bob, the kind that says just a quick touch to take the edge off, but one circle around my clip turn into slow, lazy strokes, then two fingers dipping inside, feeling how slick I already was, just from sitting there pretending to listen. Now I'm soaked. My chair creaks every time my hips ruck forward, tiny secret movements no one can see.

I keep one eye on the screen, nod when someone else's nods, and type agree, and the chat when it feels right, But the my other eye is half closed, focused on the heat building low my belly. My plusy is so needy, clenching around my fingers, like it's begging for more, for deeper, for anything to fill it up properly. I imagine the call suddenly going quiet. Everyone's staring at their screens while I keep going, biting my lip to stay

silent as I grid, and it gets my palm. What if someone asked me a question right now, thoughts on the Q three projections, I'd have to unmute. Boys shaky, breath hitching while my fingers curl inside me, chasing that spot that makes my toes curl under the desk. It's a risque, is stupid hot? My heart's pounding so loud. I swear the mic would pick it up if I weren't muted. Every few seconds, I have to pause, hover my hand just above my clip while someone shares their screen,

then dive back in the second the talking resumes. I'm dripping down my thighs, leaving a wet spot on the seat that I'll have to deal with later. My nipples are hard against my bra aching every time my arm brushes them. I'm so close, just a few more circles, a little faster, pressing harder. I ont to come right here. Mid sentence from some coworkers, the eyes trembling, biting the inside of my cheeks, so I don't moan out loud. Then I'll light my fingers on the inside of my waistband.

I mute like nothing happened, and say great update team in my sweetest professional voice, while my pussy still flutters with aftershocks. Nikki, I'm such a bad girl to day distracted, desperate, dripping instead of working, and I don't want to stop. Should I let myself finish before the collins or edge through the whole thing and save it for later when I can really rack myself. Either way, I'm already ruined

for this meeting. You're naughty, zoom slacking, pussy playing listener. Okay, So when I worked for the cruise line for a little pot minute, we'd have meetings, right so when we would have to listen to the big wigs, our computer, our cameras were actually turned off. They turned off, and they turned off our mics. So I would go take a nap and sometimes i'd masturbate'sid the alarm for like thirty minutes. I'd masturbate knock out, and then come back

and they were still talking. I'm like, oh, that's awesome. Oh to the author, how close did you actually being to ask a direct question? Because you know, when you're in those meetings, they do kind of, however, like a hat to see who's paying attention, not the ones I was in. And did you ever finish before the call ended? Or are you still throbbing unfinished as you said this.

And for those of listening right now, have you ever snuck in some self pleasure during her work call, zoom class, or virtual meeting, and once the risky's place or situation you've gotten away with it, would you ever do it again if the opportunity presented itself? Yeah, I remember, I don't really know. I'm assuming these are you know, Darcy put these together, So I'm assuming that some of these will have some toys in here. A matter of fact, I catch the third sentence, and Lovence is in this

next one. Your wife has a zoom menting every Thursday. We had one time she'd let me go down on her well in the meeting. Oh nice, now see I dream of that of like when someone's home, you know, we're you know, working here with me, and they have a zoom call and I'm already possessed in a place where Yeah, I think that's how it. See, I don't know. I wonder what would be harder either, you know, if you have the choice to give up one but you

were going to be sexually satisfied. Okay, here's a question that you guys presented. If you're going to you're given a choice. To be sexually satisfied, you can only have you have to have one of the things on Which would you rather have on audio or video? I'm telling you I don't know. Mine would probably have to be audio because I don't ask. I'm one of those people. You can read everything I'm thinking on my face, like one hundred percent. I don't hold my emotions to I

would never be able to get you, guys. I think I've said that before. I'm never a good poker player. She always needs a shower in the middle of your readings video for you. Uh yeah, okay, that's interesting. I would like to see if she can hold her face.

There's got she's gotta have a towel face would ah yeah, So you're one of those, you know, like you guys can see me, you're one of those you're talking Midsenton since she walks by naked, dripping from the shower in lingerie and you're like, you know, like, I gotta go. That's awesome. I love that, Dear Nikki. I don't even know where to start with how to prave this has

gotten the fuck I can't stop. I love letting strangers take control of my love ends vibrider like full on heading over to the rains to a random man and sometimes women on the internet, while I've never met and probably never will. It started innocently enough. A friend dared me to try the lush during a solo session while they controlled it from another oom. The second I felt that buzz ramp up without warning, my brain short circuited in the very best way. I came so fast I

got embarrassed. But after that I couldn't go back to touching the buttons myself. It wasn't the same. Now I do it all the time. I slipped the toy in before I leave the house, grocery store, coffee shop, long drives, even a friend's dinner party. Once don't ask. Then I open the app, generate control link and drop it anonymously into certain chats or discords where people know exactly what it means. Free toy, no limits make me squirm, and

they do. Strangers halfway across the world start playing with the sliders. One second it's a gentle tease, and the next it's pounding patterns that make my knee buckle in the middle of the n aisle. I've had to bite my lips so hard it bled. Just to keep from moaning out loud in public, I gripped on short shopping carts until my knuckles went white, while some guy in the other time zone edged me for forty minutes straight, stopping every time I got close, typing shit like not yet,

slut or beg for level ten. The denominity makes it hotter. They don't know my name, my face, my life. They just know they own my cunt or as long as I leave it link active. Sometimes I sink into music or their voice deep growls, filthy compans, even their own moans while they jerk off controlling me. I've come untouched in parking car because someone typed come for me right now and cranked it to the max while I stared at their messages. The risk is insane. What if someone

I know sees me flush and tremble. What if the vibrations get too loud and someone hears that tailtale hum What if I can't hold it together and I actually squirting like in fucking Starbucks? And yet that fear is part of why I keep doing it. The humiliation, the loss of control, knowing a complete stranger can make my body betray me whenever they feel like it. Last week, a guy kept me on low for three hours while

I tried to act normal at work. Every time I answered the phone or spoke to a core worker, he'd spike it for ten seconds, just enough to make me stutter and clench. By the time I got home, I was dripping down my thighs and shaking. I thanked him in the chat like a good girl before he disconnected. I'm addicted, nikki to the powerlessness, to being remote controlled fuck toy for anyone who clicks the link. It's filthy and reckless, and I don't want to stop. Do you

think I'm too far gone? Or would you want the link next time? You're desperate? Little remote slut? Can he not hear me? Huh? Oh? Might be his end. I don't know if I could do. Blush just does not do anything for me. It just it's a nice little ledger. But that's about it for me. Do you guys have a lush? Uh? Let me see here? You should be

only here. I don't see why you wouldn't. Yeah, I have the lush too as well, but again it just well, honestly, I've lost their about That is the story of my life seriously when it comes to any of my toys, yeah, I do too, And I don't know if i'd be able to use it all the time, you know, and I haven't used I've used it for short periods. It's a great edger though, So if you're looking to play for long periods of time, yes, but if you want to get off quick, I don't think that's a toy now.

She's right that playing I've never had, well, I have, It's been quite a while since I've had someone to play with me. But I've played with a lot of men, and I think two women when I you know, when I take calls from regulars, and that is just as addicting as not knowing, see I get so I'm afraid it'd fall out and then I'd be sitting or walking and it'd be stuck in my pant leg or it fell out of my shorts or so. I've never did it outside, you know. I've always been at home working, you know.

You know, you hear people wearing them with a skirt and I'm like, seriously, that thing would fall out of me as soon as I got wet, Like it'll be like, nope, that's not mine. I have no idea where that came from. Ah, there you go. Oh deeps. I was just about to ask him if you can hear us now? Ah, you can't hear so good. If that's exactly what I would do, I would just keep on walking. I go, what that that was? Hers? When I'd pointing to the lady behind me. Ah, no,

I have a wrangler. But you guys know that. So now, would you guys ever hand the remote controlled toy to a stranger to let them play with your remote or her remote and what what what hard limits would you say? You guys are flustering me. What hard limits would you say? Or would you truly go? No rush like no limits to rush for it. I remember there was a confession we had, oh I'd say a year or so ago

that they did. They wore it. She wore it, and he controlled her, and then the waitress would come and she watched them use it, and then they laid it on the table for her to play with it. So she put it on a pattern and walked away and helped other tables and come back, and then she would relieve her. There are there's places like where she talks about. I think would be hot to let a faceless stranger just for a little bit if you're into that, of course,

if that's your kink, it's quite hot. Not knowing who it is. You know, you never had to talk to him again, Just lead him off the app after you're done. Yeah, I know. There used to be places like on Twitter that would do the same thing or ex however you want to call it. Here in some other places, discord I think is well obviously one of them that could have a channel that you just drop the Lincoln and

someone controls it again. I don't know where my They have a new one out now I should upgrade just because I can't find the I don't even know where it's at. Actually, now that we talk about it, I'll have to think about that, Tyrniki. I'm engaged to a woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. She's incredible, smart, sexy, kind, the whole package. But there's one thing she absolutely has no idea about, And every time I do it, I feel this twisted rush of

shame and hornius that I can't shake. On boring days, work from home, slogs, slow mornings, rainy weekends, when she's out running errands or at yoga, I stink into our bedroom and rad her toy joy drawer. She keeps them tucked away in that cute velvet pouch under the bed. Her favorite bullet Vibe, the G cur O, the curved

G Spot dildo she loves when we work together. The fixed silicomb plug that sometimes wears out for dinner dates just to tease me, that powerful wand she uses to come home so hard thatly's wet spots on the sheets. They still smell faintly like her. Her body, her lube or orgasms, and that alone gets me leaking before I even touch anything. I lock the door just in case, strip down, and start slow. I press her bullet at the head of my cock, first, low setting, feeling it

buzzed through me like it's meant for her clit. Then I'll slick up her dildo, which ever loube left in the drawer, and work it inside me, slow circles at first, then deeper, imagining it's her strap on, pegging me while she calls me her good boy. Sometimes I ride the wand pressed between my thighs, grinding its against face down on her pillow so I can bury my moans into the fabric that smells like her hair. The filthiest part

I don't clean them perfectly afterward. I wipe them down, sure, but there's always a little trace of me left behind my pre comb, my spit, whatever leaked out when I came hard clenching around her toy. Then I put everything back exactly where it was, zip the pouch slided under the bed. Hours later, she'll come home, kiss me hello maybe, and grab one of those same toys that night while I watch or join in. She has no clue her fiance humping and fucking them solo like a desperate secret

slut just that afternoon. I've come so many times thinking about her sliding into that same dildo inside her later, unknowingly cover, unknowingly coated in remnants of my load. It's wrong, it's sneaky, it's probably crossing some line. Fuck Niaki, the risk, the secret. See the way her toys feel like a stolen pieces of her body. It makes me come harder than almost anything else. She's planning our wedding, I'm planning

my next boring Tuesday alone with her collection. Don't tell her, okay, or maybe tell me if you do the same, you're guilty toy thieving fiance. Yeah no, I I'd want to know if you're using my toys and maybe we can get matching ones and engraved or something. But I'm kind of like, yeah, so I no, it's not now it crosses the cleanliness one line. It's like you don't share your toothbrush. You're not gonna share your toothbrush. You're not gonna share this. But that's me now. Wands are different.

Ones are completely different, I think one because WANs are external. But he did the dildo internal, So that's no for me. That'd be like, well, okay, you can have that and I'll get a I'll just order the same one but new and we'll label it and everything. But you didn't hide it for though. Do you tell your wife you're using her wand because that would be the big thing. Just tell me, Just tell me, and then I'd make sure I wipe it down before I use it. See,

that's the whole thing. You're cleaning it. He does not clean, partially clean is still unclean. I'm just saying that just that's no. I mean, yeah, it has to be a full clean. And if you're not gonna full clean it, don't use it. If you're not gonna share your toothbrush, like I said, then you don't use my toys. And I'm not using anybody else's toothbrush. Dear NIGGI. My boy toy is do here in a couple of hours, and

I'm already soaked, just counting down the minutes. He's twenty four, eager, obedient, and knows exactly how to drop to his knees the second he walks through the door. We've been playing like this for months. Him showing up freshly showered, me already in lingerie or less. My husband usually lounging on the couch with a drink, watching or joining whenever the mood strikes. Tonight,

though tonight feels different, hotter, riskier. My husband leaned in over while I was getting ready, kissed my necked, and murmured, why don't you two stop by the adult's store on the way back from picking him up? Pick out whatever looks fun, Let him carry the bag, make him blush in public while you whisper what you're going to do to him with every new toy. Fuck. The second he said,

my clit throbbed. I pictured us walking the bright, fluorescent aisles together, my boy toy trailing half a step behind me like a good puppy. He is eyes wide, trying to act normal while I trail my finger over the glass, dildos, vibrating plugs, leather cuffs, and maybe a new strap on harness, just to see how red his ears get when the cashier rings it up. I'll make him hold the basket. I'll lean in close and tell him loud enough for anyone nearby to oh, here, maybe this one's going in

your ass. Later, While my husband fucks my mouth. I want him hard, leaking in his jeans before we even leave the parking lot. Then when we come home, bags rustling my husband, waiting close hit the floor the moment the door clicks shut. I want to spend the whole night using every new thing on him, edging him until he's bagging, filling him, riding his face while the new vibe buzzes against my clit, letting my husband take turns,

stretching him open with whatever fixed silicone we buy. I want to come everywhere on his tongue, dripping out of him, leaking across my tits, pulling on the sheets. I want him racked and grateful and marked as ours by the morning. I'm dripping into my thighs right now just typing this. Parties are useless. I might not even wear any when I go pick him up, just a short dress, no brawl, and the anticipation making my nipples ache against the fabric Nikki.

I feel like a filthy wife tonight, and I love it. Husband's idea, my execution, our boy toys, complete surrender. Wish she could watch your dripping housewife waiting to pounce. I'd love to watch. Hell Yeah, I wish I could do. Oh man, that's all stinks all right for you listening? Since I get to ask any on the other one. In a dynamic with multiple partners or a hot life set up, do you prefer to be one leading or the one surrendering or the one watching from the sidelines?

Let your dream group play scenario. I know I in popcorn too, popcorn and not wine. Wine has been making me sleepy lately, So popcorn and something, you know, I would so watch. Yeah, I've watched one, but not like this. It was I was at a resort and a couple was getting married and ended up getting inviting back to watch them. Consummate was their whole thing, and they didn't want to join, and I just wanted to, you know, but everybody else you could do your own thing, but

you couldn't join them kind of thing. They wanted that, that's what they want it. And I ended up going. By the time I couldn't handle anymore, I went back to my room and played, Ah, yeah, that's that's a big step watching or play with somebody else. The question would be, I think maybe started with like this, what would make you come harder with just knowing she's playing with somebody else and then maybe later she fucks you or however, you guys are intimate here retelling everything. What'd

she say when you spoke to her. It's easy to play the scenario. It's it's hard to put the toothpaste back in the tube. I'm glad you guys realized that sometime. Like I said, sometimes the fantasy is definitely hotter than what itever would be in real life. And being in the communities one hundred and ten percent, that's a lot of what I hear. But then I hear of all the good things that do happen when you do explore it, and I mean everybody, there's a lot of people that

do confess here. There's nothing like when you know your partner's really hot into it, you know it really worked up, and you carry the fantasy over. I can't tell you how many times I came home a bad girl after letting the football team rail me up and down in the locker room. I was a bad girl, daddy, or I have a confession, vicar. It's been two weeks since I've been to confession. I've been a really naughty girl. How do I play? Kenneth Bennetts. Yeah, true story. Yes,

it's a true story, very true story. Just the tip, Daddy, just the tip. Let me play with just the tip. I promise it's just the tip. I think we should go on. I don't know how to tease. I swear to God I did not tease gentlemen. And you know the thing is, if I can get this up and posted before midnight, I'll have comments by the time I wake up. So you've been talking about this again? No, not at all? Oh, thank you? Do you have time

for one more? Oz? Okay, Dear Niki, I'm twenty six female, and I've spent way too long pretending I'm normal about sex when the truth is I'm burning up inside with no one with this one aching need. I want to be someone's plaything completely, no negotiations, no half measures, just handed over, used, filled, left tripping for however long they decide I'm worth keeping around. I've always been the shy

one in person. My last few relationships were all long distance, so real sex maybe five or six times total in my life. But online, God, online, I've sent nudes like they were grading cards, sexted till my finger's cramped, gotten off to the flood of dirty messages that hit my in box with every post, and somewhere in all those late night chats and voice notes, and show me how wet you are right now demands something clicked. I don't want to submit. I want to be owned, temporarily or forever.

I don't even care any more. I want to be some one's personal comslut fuck toy, a warm, wet set of holes that exist for their pleasure first mine second. If at all, the fantasies have gotten so vivid, I can't unsee them. I picture a man or men who know exactly what he wants. No asking, no hesitation, just been me over spreading me, sliding in raw whenever he pleases, telling me to stay still while he uses my mouth

like a sleeve by pussy, like a stress toy. I ask because it's there and tight and he feels like it. I imagine bending on my knees, wrists tied behind my back, throat open, just waiting for the next load, or on my back, legs pinned wide, taking cock after cock while

I moan around whatever's stuffed in my mouth. Lately, the glory Whole videos are my secret obsession, not the usual kind, the ones where it's her pussy press to the wall instead of anonymous, available, tripping waiting for whoever walks by. Every time I watch one, I end up grinding against my pillow, imagining that it's me holes pressed like an offering, no face, no name, just a needy cotton ass for strangers to empty into. The thought of being that anonymous

that used, disposable yet desired makes me come hard. My legs shake for minutes. Afterward, I've gotten off fantasizing about a lineup, all those guys who've messaged me over the ears, finally getting their turn, one after another, No breaks, no mercy, just taking what they want, leaving me leaking, sore marked and still begging more, please euse me again. Maybe it's a one night thing. Maybe I wake up the next morning's sore and satisfied and go back to being the

shy girl who blushes that eye contact. Or maybe it's deeper. Maybe I want someone to claim me long term, train me, keep me on a short lease or a shorter temper ready whenever they snap their fingers either way. Right now, I'm soaked just writing this. Panty's ruined thigh slick aching to be told what to do, how to possession myself, when to open wider. I miss the rush of posting, waiting for the flood, but then then I want, I miss the version of myself that hasn't been truly used

the way I need to be used. So, if you're hearing this and you're the kind of person who knows how to take charge, who knows how to break a shy girl open and turn her into your perfect little calm dump, I'm here, we waiting, ready to be whatever filthy thing you want me to be. Please use me. You're aching untouched, desperate to be ruined plaything. So the glory holes I thought of are the ones that you

I've seen that I think they're an Amsterdam. I think they're just you walk in and there's just body parts, you know, just laying in there. They're both seen them, both for men, and I have seen both for women, not in person, but you just walk in there. And this is what I was picturing when she was talking about a glory hole, because of what they weren't just

pressed against the wall. Their bodies were out, so they were either like Doggie or the missionary with their knees spread wide, or you know, in various positions, so they could just it was a perfect being anonymous, you didn't know who she was. They would just one at a time, line up and do their thing and go on their way. So yeah, definitely, yeah. I I don't know if I find them hot, But then sometimes logical land kicks in and you're like, God, what does this smell like in there?

I'm horrible. I'm horrible, But I do find them sexy, Like if you could watch like live, like like if they had like a balcony and you could watch down, maybe I could do that, just just to see what's going on. I think I could do that. Ok, yeah you'll have to if you partaken. I saw him on ex videos and I swear they're from Ansterdam, but I could be one hundred percent of me wrong. But they're glorihals and you just walk in. It looks like a museum.

Not as cleaning, but you know, it just looks like a museum of body parts hanging outside of a wall. He'd be surprised. I've yeah, I've heard about them, but they're usually invites only kind of thing. When you're talking about the elegant ones, I think sex does bring up anxiety anyway. Dear Nicky, I've been such a naughty girl tonight.

I can't stop. For the past two hours, I've been sprawled on my bed, legs spread wide, fingers very deep in my pussy, circling my clit until it's swollen and throbbing, then slowing down just to edge myself stupid all over again. My sheets are soaked, my thighs are sticky, my panties are long gone, crumbled on the floor like evidence. I don't even care to hide any more. I started innocent, just a quick touched unwine after a long day, but then one orgasm turned into two, and two turned into

just one more. Now I'm tripping, trembling mess who can't stop humping my own hand. Every time I get close, I pull back, whining into my pillow because the denial feels so good. My pussy is so puffy and sensitive I can feel my heart beat in it. Every little brush makes me jolt. And the whole time I've been thinking the same filthy thing over and over. I want to be punished so fucking bad. I want someone to

walk in right now. See what a desperate, disobedient slut I've been and decide I don't deserve to come again tonight or maybe ever. I want them to grab my wrists, pin them above my head and growl that little girls don't who can't control themselves, get tied up and teased until they cry. I want my legs forced apart with a spread or bar, my dripping cut, exposed and untouched

while they lecture me about being greedy. Maybe the edge me with a vibrator, just hold it out of reach, letting the buzz kiss my clip for half a second before pulling away, Over and over until I'm begging, sobbing, promising I'll be good or worse or better. They'd flip me over as up, spake me wrong for every orgasm I stole without permission, hard stinging smacks that leave my cheeks burning, each one making my pussy clench and leak

even more. Then they'd slide something thick inside me fingers a toy their cock, and fuck me slow and shallow, never letting me have the depth or speed I need. Telling me this all a greedy cut like me gets tonight. I want to be made to apologize while I'm still dripping. I want to be told I'm not allowed to touch again until they say so. I want the humiliation of being caught, used and left aching with no release. God, NICKI, I'm so close right now, just writing this. My fingers

are shaking, my clit is begging. But I'm trying so hard not to come, because I know, Dawn that I don't deserve it, not yet, not till someone's stronger than me decides I've earned it or decides I haven't. Please tell me I'm not the only one who gets this racked and needy from her own dazing, or better yet, come punish me yourself. I'll wait, Edge, drip bag, you're soaked, sorry, desperately needing discipline, little slut. Yeah ah, I'd rather be on her end. And I have actually tizer. Yeah that

started teasing. Yeah, edging is definitely. Here's the thing. I can't tease myself. I I'm I have to be. I'm selfish. I have to just go right in and take it. I have to. I have to. I have to work asm I can't. I can't come deny myself. But someone edging me, Yeah, I love a good edging. I do too.

I get so fucking messy, like ever messy. Yeah, I'm I'll admit as much as I would have to practice to edge, because I think I bring myself too close that to the edge that I end up tumbling over and then it feels like a ruined orgasm and then I'm just pissy ooh sitting pics of people. Yeah, I can't.

I've tried the whole edging and I've tried to bring myself right to the edge, but every single time, I'm like, I have to like separate my own pussy lips just so I won't I won't buzz myself over the It's so I'm like, I like got my legs spread and my hands between my thighs, going no, no, no, no, So it's it's yeah, I just ended up let myself over the edge, because then it turns comical what a

filthy pulse racing ride tonight has been. From sneaking fingers under the desk during a zoom call while the boss druns on about Q three goals, to handing your body over to strangers with a single link, to raiding your partner's drawer and leaving little secrets behind, to counting edges alone in the dark, to begging for a punishment you both crave in fear. These confessions remind us that desire

doesn't wait for permission. It slips in through the cracks muted mics, behind locked bedroom doors, in the fluorescent aisles of adult stores, and right in the middle of normal parts of our day. So thank you, every single one of you who'll poured out your naughtiest truth seer. You make this space feel electric. And until next time, stay sneaky, stay soaked. And if you've got a boring meeting, long drive, or empty house coming up, maybe just don't mute your mic.

Let yourself be a little bad. The girls can wait, sweet filthy dreams. This is Sneaky signing off.