Talkin after midnight

02-Talkin after midnight - Shower Scene

Good evening listeners. I hope you have had an exceptional day and are getting ready for a spicy night, even if it’s just with little old me. As always, it's that time again to thank our sponsors, Slippery When Wet, the personal lubricant available in a wide array of varieties and flavors.

Well, now that that’s out of the way, it's your girl Freya here with another tantalizing tale.

Now, on to my latest assignment for you beautiful listeners. Was to tell me about the riskiest place you engaged in a little bit of PDA. I had so many submissions and let me tell you reading through all of those got me more than a little hot under the collar. But this one by far really sent me over the edge and I think it really will for you too.

This story is from Bailey in San Francisco.

Dear Freya,

Girl! I love your show, or should I say we love your show? My boyfriend and I listen to your show every night! It’s the perfect way to chill and get in the mood. Ever since we found talking after midnight I can honestly say that our relationship and it's openness has tripled.

When I saw the latest request for your weekly podcast, I just knew that I had to write in and share something steamy with the rest of your listeners.

Fair warning, we are not a vanilla couple. My boyfriend and I live the b**m lifestyle. He is my. Dom and I am his sub. I’m also a little bit of a Brat and we are both switches, but he loves it that way. I really hope our story can rev up a few engines tonight and inspire some Brats to go and tease their daddy!

For a little background, my boyfriend is a professional football player, and without giving too much away, let's just say he can afford to rent out the gym in the off-season. Normally, I go to the gym with him just to sort of hang out, maybe run on the treadmill on occasion. Let’s face it, I’m more moral support and teasing than anything else.

One of our favorite things after one of his long workouts is hitting the showers.

And one of my favorite things is being the bossy little brat I am.

My boyfriend found himself slammed up against the gym showers, which is no easy feat given the size difference, but it turns him on so much when I take charge. My hand around his throat tightened just enough to strain his airway. “ B..babe ?”

Ever since we met back in college, we have been tiptoeing around this thing between us. What used to be innocent flirting changed over the years. Then we found the lifestyle and everything changed.

Those precious nights we had in that cramped little apartment. The heat of summer long before the stadium lights and multimillion-dollar contracts. the way he had pinned me down to a creaky small mattress and pushed me into the throws of ecstasy.

However, this was my time to do the pushing.

Holding him there against the tile wall. This was not aggression, it was sensuality and he knew that because he knew I was in no way capable of meeting his strength, coupled with the knee that was now nudged up against his crotch. Did I mention I do love to tease?

I leaned in, the musky scent of sweat and pine had me breathing in greedily. Of course, he could not resist the urge to grind against the teasing knee between his thighs.

“So needy aren't you honey?” He shuddered at the voice tickling his ear. “It took me a while to work it out, but then watching you sweat. The way your cheeks turn red when I do my squats. I can feel you staring at my ass”

He moaned as the pressure returned, rubbing teasingly at the tent in his gym shorts. “Baby please…”

I released his throat, fingers trailing down his exposed chest. “On your knees.”

The command was obeyed without question, just as it had been years ago. I looked down with a smirk curling my lips, combing my fingers back through his soaking wet locks. “I always loved you like this, those pretty pouty lips eating me out. You like that, don’t you?”

He closed his eyes and pressed his face against my most intimate places. His hands ran up and down my shapely calves.

His soft licks and gentle kisses were not what I was after. I wanted to scream. To die from the pleasure. I was not in the mood for teasing and he knew it, it made the burn in his stomach tighten and his blood race down to his own straining s*x. He opened his mouth and delved deeper, consuming me to my core. I may have started this, but what I really wanted was to be a ruined mess on the locker room floor.

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the weight of a scream building without mercy into the back of my throat. He could feel the rush of blood through the heat of my thighs wrapping around his back. My fingers knotted into his hair as I rode his face. Holding his nose flush to my pubic bone. “That’s it, baby, just like that…”I moaned.

I finally relented, pulling back, leaving him to gasp and sputter, drool running down his chin. “God, you look so f*****g pretty all messy like this.”

He looked up; his cheeks rouged and eyes glistening. Without even being told, he opened his mouth again. That visual nearly wrecked me completely.

However, looking down at my lover's face, I knew what we both wanted.

“Come on honey, let’s take this party back home so I can return the favor,” I said with a wink.

Let’s just say it’s a good thing that we don't have any close neighbors because we got loud that night.

“Whoa, thanks for the submission, Bailey or should we thank your man for his ‘submission’? Either way, I’d call that one a touchdown! Well, listeners, that’s all we have for tonight! I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I did. Until next time, stay sexy and have fun out there!