November 20, 2025 • 38 mins
It starts with a swipe right on a man holding a crowbar and ends with a challenge that would send most men running. When Aimee meets Jordan, she expects a boring banker, not a kindred spirit who jokes about body disposal and perfect grout lines. But when the conversation turns to his "welcoming" bedroom, Aimee makes a bold, wine-fueled demand for pleasure that Jordan takes very seriously. Can he deliver on a promise of three orgasms in one night?
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, This is Annie and I play Emma in
the Swipewright series of episodes here on Roxy's Erotic Whispers.
I just wanted to let you know that Roxy has
all of the Swipewright stories now available in a deluxe
e book. You can find it on Amazon at Roxy
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enjoyed the swipe Right episodes, you'll love reading ebook.
Speaker 2 (00:26):
Hello, my loveleees.
Speaker 3 (00:28):
I'm Roxy Callahan and welcome to my Erotic Whispers, the
podcast where we celebrate all kinds of relationships featuring women
claiming their sexual joy. Sometimes that moment happens immediately, where
the woman has no hesitation giving into it or chasing it.
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This week's story is about just that. A dating app,
a first date, and a connection so immediate the date
doesn't end until both of them embrace the sexual desire
they both felt from that initial swipe right. And I
love how this week's actors embrace the characters. Thank you
Sophia and Aaron. And before we begin, please note this
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podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Speaker 2 (01:17):
Friday Night was supposed to be me a bonnna of
cheap Malbeck and a deep dive into the anecdotally supported
theory that all serial killers were obsessed with model trains. Instead,
I'm staring at my closet, which has exploded onto my bed,
and I'm in a state of low grade panic, all
because of Jordan, and had started on Tuesday. During a
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particularly boring zoom call. I was aimlessly swiping my thumb,
moving in a blur of jaded rejection. Beard fish pick
Jim selfie, no bio group photo, which one are you? Beard?
And holding a fish? And then I stopped. His first
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picture was well, it was a problem. He was ruin
your life. Handsome dark hair, eyes that were somehow smiling,
A jawline that looked like it had been carved from granite. Okay,
probably a bot, I thought, my thumb already moving to
sway left for a finance bro. That's even worse. I
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read the bio Jordan thirty two operations manager, Investment Bank.
He yep, finance bro confirmed. I sighed, but I decided
to keep reading Enjoys, true crime podcasts, vintage maps, and
trying not to destroy my nineteen thirties fixer upper. I
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froze hold up. I swept to his next photo. It
was him grinning, covered in a fine layer of drywall dust,
wearing a paint splattered T shirt and holding a crowbar.
My stomach heightened a bit. I'd spent the last five
years of my apartment dwelling life obsessively watching home renovation shows.
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I had entire Pinterest boards dedicated to kitchen backsplashes and
moody built in library walls. It was my secret, unfulfilled
dream to take a house down to its studs, and
this guy, his absurdly handsome finance bro, was doing it.
He was, in a small but significant way, living my dream.
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I swe I dried so fast I almost spranged the ligament.
It was an instant match, and not only that. He
messaged me moments later mid zoom call and everything, a
fellow true crime fan, I see. My defense for swepping
right is that you look far too nice to be
a wood shipper enthusiast. Oh your heart gave a little thump.
(03:52):
He was funny. Oh, I'm all about efficiency. A wood
shipper is just messy old tub and Lye are so
much tiger here a.
Speaker 4 (04:03):
Woman who values efficiency. He's still my operations managing heart.
So how about dinner Friday?
Speaker 2 (04:11):
Only if you promise not to bore me with stock options.
Speaker 4 (04:15):
Deal, but I make no promises about discussing grout.
Speaker 2 (04:19):
Talking about grout? Did he realize just how sexy that sounded.
I'd been floating on a cloud of giddy, terrifying anticipation
ever since, which brought me back to the pile of
clothes on my bed. Who was the vibe? Sexy but
not trying too hard, smart but approachable. Let's be honest, Amy,
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I thought, pulling a black silk blouse off its hangar,
Your only thought right now is whether you're going to
sleep with him tonight. The idea was appealing, very appealing.
It had been months, months of nothing but my trusty
vibrator and a vague, persistent ache of frustration. A thought
of this handsome, funny, capable man, well, my body was
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already voting yes. I opened my underwear drawer and pulled
out my secret weapon, a matching set of black lace,
all delicate straps and strategically shared panels. I held it up,
and then I sighed, tossing it onto the bed. Oh
you can't. It's like wearing a sign. It was expecting it.
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It was bad luck. I would jinx it. I sighed
and dug back into the drawer, passed the good stuff,
and pulled out my everyday staples. A pair of simple
white cotton panties, comfortable, full coverage, the absolute opposite of sexy,
and to go with it, a beige sports bra, the
industrial strength kind I wore to tame my large breasts
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into submission. It wasn't lingerie. It was practical. I had
to laugh. It was operational. Maybe he'd like that. Stop
at Amy, Oh, jinxes, it's just a normal date. You
haven't even gotten past that point, and so long you've
practically given up on men. Thinking of more is just
a bad idea. I should meed into my best darkwass jeans,
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tucked in the silk blouse, and threw on my favorite
leather jacket. It was sexy, but it was also me.
I took one last look in the mirror, my heart
thumping a nervous, excited beat. Okay, Amy, just be normal,
don't mention murder over the appetizers, or well, maybe do,
I smiled. I couldn't wait. The restaurant is perfect, dimly lit,
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buzzling with happy conversation, and smelling like garlic and old wine.
It's nice. But not so stuffy that I feel out
of place in my jeans. I spot him in a
corner booth and my stomach does a little dive bomb
his pictures, it turns out for a gross injustice. In person,
Jordan is well, the words out of my league come
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to mind. He's taller than I thought, and his shoulders,
even under a simple, well fitting button down, are broad.
He stands up the second he sees me, and his
smile isn't just a smile. It's a full on, high
wattage event that makes my knees feel like they're dissolving.
Speaker 4 (07:21):
Amy, I have to admit that I was worried that
your pictures were filtered to make you look that beautiful,
but honestly, they actually don't even do you justice.
Speaker 2 (07:33):
That smile again, Uh, I was thinking the same thing.
Damn it, I was thinking that. But now he's going
to think that I'm just repeating his words back to him.
That's all you've got, Amy, He's going to bail before dessert.
He doesn't seem to notice my momentary brain melt. He's
all easy grace, complimenting my leather jacket, asking the waiter
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for a recommendation on the wine and just looking at me,
not staring, not leering, just looking with an open, genuine
interest that makes me feel both completely safe and totally seen.
We get the small talk out of the way, work, neighborhoods,
the sheer insanity of frodday night traffic, and by the
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time the wine arrives, the real date begins. He leans forward.
His eyes, which are a ridiculous warm hazel, are sparkling
with mischief.
Speaker 4 (08:29):
So I have to ask the lie thing. Was that
a test?
Speaker 2 (08:35):
My guard doesn't just drop, it vaporizes. I laugh, a real,
un self conscious laugh, maybe a little, but not in
the way you think. I laugh again. It's genuine and warm,
and I realize that I'm already comfortable in his presence.
I wasn't testing you to see if he'd want to
help me dispose a body. I gave him a wicked smile,
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and God helped me. He loves my hue. It was
more of a testasy if you love true crime as
much as I do. He laughs, and it's the kind
of laugh that makes you want to hear every day
for the rest of your life.
Speaker 4 (09:11):
Oh I do. I wasn't lying. I was impressed. I'm
an operations manager. I'm all about efficient disposal. So many
serial killers don't seem to have any idea what they're
doing exactly.
Speaker 2 (09:24):
I'm so excited. I shake my fork at him as
I speak. They're all style and no substance. Okay, maybe
that was a bit too morbid, but Jordan seems to
eat it up. I totally agree. He laughs, Oh my god,
that laugh. My last date looked at me like I'd
suggested kicking a puppy when I talked about poor body disposal.
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It's a real problem of so many serial killers.
Speaker 4 (09:50):
He just wasn't your kind of weird. I, for one,
think it shows foresight, in a great respect for logistics.
Speaker 2 (09:57):
I'm in love. I think, my head swimming from the
wine and the sheer giddy relief of it. This is it,
This is the man for me. He gets my weird,
dark humor. He's not horrified. He's adding to it. The
click at that moment is almost audible. From there, the
conversation is effortless. We find our other shared passion home renovation.
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It turns out he's just as obsessed as I am.
He doesn't just hire people, he's doing it. He talks
about the nightmare of discovering cheap wallpaper and plaster, the
joy of discovering the pristine, original nineteen thirties hardwood floors
under a cod awful nineties carpet, and his mortal hatred
for the seventies era shag carpet he'd had to rip
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out of the upstairs hallway.
Speaker 4 (10:45):
I mean, nineties carpeting over hardwoods. That's bad enough, but
then to walk up the stairs and find a seventies
shag rug.
Speaker 2 (10:55):
See, that sounds like a justified serial killing. Take up
everyone involved in travesty. I considered it. We're being outrageous
and laughing and pushing our humor to the edge and beyond,
and we're both loving it.
Speaker 4 (11:11):
But let me tell you, hauling up dusty old carbeting
is disgusting. I think they had pets that well, we're
having dinner. He's not just a finance bro. I think
completely mesmerized. He's a doer. He's getting his hands dirty.
This is so ridiculously sexy. I'm stuck in the living room.
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Though the light is great, but the main wall, the
color is just all wrong, and it feels empty.
Speaker 2 (11:39):
Oh, the two and a half glasses of a Milbeck.
I've now had make me bold. It's probably not the color,
it's the scale. If you've got high ceilings, you need
to draw the eye up. You need Florida ceiling built
ins and color well, maybe paint them a dark, moody
blue like fairmin Ball's Hague blue to anchor the whole room.
(12:00):
I would make that fireplace really pop. I stop realizing
I've just completely taken over. Oh shit, I did it again.
I've overstepped. You're too much.
Speaker 4 (12:09):
Amy.
Speaker 2 (12:11):
Jordan just stares at me. His fork is halfway to
his mouth. He slowly puts it down.
Speaker 4 (12:19):
My god, you're brilliant. I've been staring at that wall
for six months. Built ins, that's exactly it. I didn't
think there would be room, but I was just looking
at it too closely and didn't have the right perspective.
But just now I pictured what you said, and it
all just clicked. He leans forward, and you did that
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just from me describing it. For the past few minutes.
Speaker 2 (12:43):
He's not humoring me. He's looking at me with a
kind of stunned awe that is so much hotter than
a simple you're beautiful. A warm blush creeps up my
neck and I feel a glow that has nothing to
do as a wine. I'm, in fact so turned on
by his interest that I feel like I need to
change the subject. So built ins for the living room.
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What room did you finish first?
Speaker 4 (13:10):
The bedroom?
Speaker 2 (13:11):
The bedroom, of course he did, right to the sex room.
I try to keep the cynicism off my face. Oh yeah,
why that room. He looks at me. He's not a
gloating dude bro in that moment. He's not a I've
created my man cave for the chicks. He looks serious, No,
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not serious. He looks like someone that is about to
reveal something important and private, and he wants you to
know that something that he can only trust with you.
It is, without a doubt, the sexiest look I've ever
received in my life.
Speaker 4 (13:50):
It's the most important room in the house, Amy. I mean,
it's where you start and end every day. It has
to be a sanctuary. It's personal and intimate, but it's
also be welcoming.
Speaker 2 (14:05):
Okay, I can't resist welcoming, welcoming for guests. He laughs,
a full, warm sound that hits me right in the chest.
He doesn't get flustered. He leans in his voice, chomping
a little.
Speaker 4 (14:23):
Well, let's be honest with a couple that really connects,
the bedroom should be the place they connect the most,
like the place where all of their hopes, dreams, desires.
Speaker 2 (14:35):
And he motions with a hand, underscoring how important this
is to him.
Speaker 4 (14:39):
Like all those things are welcome here. It's not just
a place to eat food or watch TV or entertain guests.
It's all those things for just two people.
Speaker 2 (14:52):
He leans back and laughs, his incredibly sexy laugh again.
And God, I must sound like an idiot. Holy shit,
he said it. He's a little red at the tips
of his ears, but he said it bold as day.
He wants to welcome someone into that room. And he
said all those things while staring directly at me. My body,
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which was already on high alert, just went to Defcon one.
The wine is singing in my veins. My simple white
cotton panties are suddenly feeling very, very damp. The maulbeck
makes my filter disappear completely. So Jordan, who has seeing
this welcoming personal connected in an emotionally fulfilling way. Bedroom,
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The words are out before I can stop them. Oh
my god, why did I say that it's a first date?
I sound like a jealous psycho. Abort, abort, But Jordan
doesn't flinch. He just smiles that same easy smile, as
if I've just asked him about the weather.
Speaker 4 (15:57):
Well, seeing as I just finished the pain last weekend,
no one bye. His eyes lock on mine. I hope
that whoever it is, finds that it brings us closer.
Speaker 2 (16:10):
That is the smoothest, sexiest, most romantic thing I've ever heard.
He's not bragging, he's hoping. He's a romantic. I'm officially
melting into a puddle on the floor. I'm so flustered.
My brain just reboots and goes to the last known
safe topic. So we're not true crime. That guy, the
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one with U, you know the things, the things? I
sound like a complete idiot. Jordan just grins that wicked,
handsome smile. He knows exactly what he's done to me,
and he doesn't let me off the hook.
Speaker 4 (16:47):
Oh no, you don't get off that easily. Who has
seen your bedroom?
Speaker 2 (16:53):
Touche? I laughed, the wine, making me feel brave and reckless.
Oh let me tell you no one who is deserving
of it.
Speaker 4 (17:03):
And what kind of man does deserve it?
Speaker 2 (17:06):
He pushes, his eyes sparkling. He's enjoying this a bit
too much. Okay, Amy, we're here, we're both adults. What's
the point of not chinxing it with my underwear if
I'm not going to be real? Well, I take a
slow sip of wine, holding his gaze over the rim.
Someone who is respectful and fun and easy to talk to.
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I set the glass down, and of course.
Speaker 4 (17:32):
Hot, of course hot, Well.
Speaker 2 (17:37):
Duh, I'm on a roll now, there's no stopping me.
You're the one who said the bedroom is the place
a couple connects the most. None of the guys I
bought into that room had any real connection with me.
I mean, look, if we're in either of our bedrooms,
I want to talk and laugh about some crazy crime.
I don't want to share my latest to be red
pile with you. I don't want to hear you do
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the same with me. It's a connection. I lean in,
my voice dropping, But come on, yes, Hot, it's a bedroom.
I want to come like three times, and I want
you to nearly faint an ecstasy. I cut my hand
over my mouth. Oh my god, I did not just
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say that. Why did I say you and not the guy?
I just told this perfect handsome, built in building man
that I'm a screaming nympho who demands a three orgasm minimum.
I've broken him. He's going to fake an emergency phone
call I know it, and climb out the bathroom window.
And worse, I said it about him. I'm sorry that
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was a bit much. Jordan doesn't move, he doesn't blush,
he doesn't laugh. He just looks at me. His eyes
are dark, intense. He leans forward. I'm taking it. No
one has made you come three times. He's not running,
he's challenged, he's intrigued. He's not judging me. He's engaging.
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I have never ever been more turned on in my
entire life. I'm so flustered. I can't even think. I
need to cool this down before I spontaneously combust right
here at the table. Well, my vibrator has Oh my god,
did I just say that? But that's not the connection
we're talking about. I let out a big, nervous laugh
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and take a deep, steadying breath. Safe subject, Safe subject.
So tell me more about being an operations manager at
an evil investment bank. I was told you're all just
a bunch of capitalists. He sees the retreat, and he's
a gentleman. He lets me have it. He leans back,
the intense look in his eyes softening into that easy,
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warm smile. The tension in the air drops from one
hundred to a manageable but still simmering seventy.
Speaker 4 (19:59):
Ah yes, the EU capitalist stereotype.
Speaker 2 (20:02):
The conversation becomes safe again, but it's too late. The
other conversation, the one about bedrooms and connections three orgasms,
is still hanging in the air between us, vibrating like
a plucked string. When the wader finally comes with a check,
my heart sinks a little, hits over. It's the movie
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part of the date. We're alone in a theater and
not talking for two hours, just doing our own thing.
He'll take me home, give me a polite, awkward hug
at the door, and I'll go inside and spend the
rest of my life wondering what if I was too
awkward with him? Wait, no, I was too honest with him.
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It was too soon for that, and that's probably worse.
He signs the bill, then turns to me, Hey.
Speaker 4 (20:53):
Rather than a movie, why don't you come to my
house and look at the redecorating. We both love that,
and I really want your opinion on that living room wall.
Speaker 2 (21:02):
He smiles, a little self deprecatingly with you.
Speaker 4 (21:06):
Actually seeing it, I mean, I'm sure your genus will
give me even more ideas before I can take his compliment,
he adds, mourning you though the kitchen is a total wreck.
Speaker 2 (21:18):
My heart doesn't just flutter. He takes flight. He wants
my opinion. Is that all he wants? Or is he
thinking about my three orgasm requirement? Is this it? He's
offering me the in the tour, the think we're both
passionate about. And the bedroom, the most intimate room, the
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one no one has seen. Is he going to show
it to me? It's the one he described as welcoming.
I would love to. I hope my voice sounds more
confident than I feel afraid. He helps me with my jacket.
Speaker 4 (21:58):
I'll drive. You've had two and a half glasses of wine.
Speaker 2 (22:02):
Oh god, he's responsible, he's hot, he's respectful, he's not
judging my sex crazed, wine fueled rant. And he's taking
me home. It's really happening. Oh god. And I'm wearing
my stupid white cotton panties. His car is spotless, it
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smells like clean leather, and just a faint spicy trace
of his cologne. Hits an adult car, quiet and smooth,
and it gives me way too much time to let
my mind raise. Okay, Amy, be cool. He just wants
your opinion on paint. Yes, your opinion on paint. After
you gave him a sex crazed three orgasm ultimatum, God,
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you're a lunatic. He's just being polite. He's just going
to show you his house and send you home in
an uber. His house is in a gorgeous old neighborhood,
the kind with massive oak trees and uneven sidewalks. It's
a night teen thirties brick tutor, and my heart aches
with how beautiful it is. Inside it smells like sawdust,
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fresh paint. Inside it smells like sawdust, fresh paint, and potential.
The kitchen, he gestures to a room that is indeed
a total wreck.
Speaker 4 (23:18):
Is a work in progress.
Speaker 2 (23:20):
It has amazing bones. I'm already picturing a marble island.
I wave my arms around into the next room. This
room has good bones too. That flow in the other
room is perfect. I look at him. Everything has good bones.
Apparently my filter disappeared somewhere on the drive over. Her
doesn't even exist with him. He just makes everything feel
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so natural and comfortable. He walks me into the living
room and I see the problem wall.
Speaker 4 (23:49):
See, it's just dead. The color is all wrong. Hell,
everything is wrong.
Speaker 2 (23:56):
I stop the wine. The giddy anticipation and my genuine
nerdy love for this stuff all bubbles up at once.
Oh no, it's not the color. It's the scale.
Speaker 4 (24:08):
Right.
Speaker 2 (24:08):
Maybe it's a little bit of the color, but mostly
it's the scale. You've got nine foot ceilings. You need
to draw the eye up. Like I mentioned before, I
start gesturing completely forgetting to be nervous. You need Flora's
ceiling built iNTS right here, flanking the fireplace, and paint
them that dark, moody blue I mentioned, like followin Ball's
Hague blue. I look at him. Look. I know blue
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is an atypical color, but look at this room. I
wave my arms around again. It would anchor the whole
room and make that white fireplace pop, and it would
give you all the storage you need. I'm rambling. I
stop my face heating up. Sorry, I'm I'm nerding out.
You don't have to listen to me. He's not looking
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at the wall anymore. He's just staring at me. He
has this look in his face a kind of stunned,
impressed awe that makes my knees feel weak.
Speaker 4 (25:00):
My God, you're brilliant. I see it, and hearing you
explain it while looking at it, it's so clear, that's
exactly it. I've been looking at that wall for six months.
He's not just challenged by my three orgasm talk. He's
turned on by my brain. I've never been more attracted
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to a man in my entire life. The air is thick,
the tour is over, but we both know the main
event is left. This is it, and I have to
be the one to say it. Can I see the bedroom?
I think, blurt it out and cringe, so subtle amy.
He doesn't laugh, His eyes just darken in a good way.
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You mean, and his voice is so help me God,
welcoming the most intimate room in my house.
Speaker 2 (25:53):
He doesn't wait for me to stammer out.
Speaker 4 (25:54):
A reply I would love to.
Speaker 2 (25:58):
He leads me upstairs. The bedroom is perfect. The walls
are a deep charcoal, the bed is a massive gorgeous
wooden frame, and the lighting is dim and recessed. It's masculine.
It's a sanctuary. It is just as he promised. Incredibly welcoming,
but there's more to it. It looks incomplete, it's whole,
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but it's missing something, some complimentary piece. I use my
design brain to think over the elements, and I can't
find it. As I'm thinking, he's patiently standing by the door,
watching me take it in, and that's when I realize it.
This room is missing its other half. It is perfect
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as it is, but it's not welcoming perfect. Well, do
you think it's welcoming enough? Okay, this is it. The
sexual tension in this room is so thick he couldn't
cut it with a vibrator. Be brave, Amy, I turned
to face him.
Speaker 4 (27:01):
No, no, what's missing?
Speaker 2 (27:05):
I close the distance between us in three steps. I
thread my fingers into the hair at the nape of
his neck, pull his face down to mine, and kiss him.
It's not a first date kiss. It's I've been waiting
my whole life kiss. It's a finally kiss. His mouth
is hot and sure, and he kisses me back with
a desperate, pent up energy that matches my own. He
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tastes like expensive wine and the promise of a very
very good decision. My hands grip is shirt and I
press my body against his. I feel it instantly. God,
he's hard. He's so hard against my stomach. I break
the kiss and we're both panting, our foreheads pressed together.
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Su it was missing that, not even close, and with
all the courage the wine and his kiss have given me.
I drop to my knees. I hear his sharp sudden inhale.
I look up at him. His eyes are wide, his
face a mask of shocked pleasure. I don't ask. I
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just reach for his belt. The sound of the zipper
sliding down is deafening in the quiet room. I pull
his pants and boxers down his thighs and he's free.
Of course, his cock is perfect. It's curved in that
way I find sexy, and not so huge to make
me win, sir, not too small to make me wonder
if he'll be self conscious. It's fucking perfect, and it's
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standing straight up for me. I take him into my mouth.
He groans a deep sound from his chest, and his
hands fist in my hair, not pulling, just holding. I
taste him clean and salty, and oh man. I take
my time, my tongue and lips working a magic I've
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been told I'm very very good at. He's already dripping
pre come and I love the taste of it. His
hip start to buck, a small, involuntary movement. Amy he
pulls me up by my arms, his strength effortless, and
tumbles me back onto the bed. He's on me in
a second, one leg between mine, his poty, heavy and hot,
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three orgasms. His smile is wide, but his eyes are pure,
focused intensity at least well. His lips brushed my ear,
sending a shiver down my spine.
Speaker 4 (29:27):
I'll take care of the hat.
Speaker 2 (29:29):
He moves down my body, his mouth tracing a hot
path over my blouse. He gets to my jeans and
unbuttons them. I'm about to help him when he stops.
He's looking at my underwear, my stupid white cotton. Please
don't jinxit panties. My face flames with humiliation. I can't
believe this. Oh god, I whisper Jordan. Wait, I didn't
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plan for this. I'm not wearing you know, the good stuff.
It's just it's my stupid comfortable underwear. I'm sorry. He stops.
He looks up from my waist, his gaze so intense
it stops my breath. He reaches out and gently, reverently
traces the simple, high cut line of the cotton on
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my hip.
Speaker 4 (30:16):
Hemy this you being this real, This is the sexiest
fucking thing I've ever seen.
Speaker 2 (30:24):
And just like that, I'm gone. All my anxiety, all
my insecurity, It just melts. He leans down and kisses
me right through the cotton, a hot, wet press that
makes me gasp. Then he hooks his thumbs into the
waistban and slowly, slowly appeels them down my legs. He
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parts my legs and settles between them. He looks at me,
my pussy slick and exposed, and I've never felt more beautiful.
He leans down and his hot breath is a promise
right before his mouth covers me. It's not a kiss,
it's a feast of pleasure. He is a master. His
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tongue is alive wired, he knows exactly what he's doing.
He's not just licking. He's using his mouth, creating a
perfect rhythmic suction that has my hips lifting off the
bed in seconds. My fingers are fisted in his expensive sheets.
I can't even form a thought. There's only his mouth
and the relentless, driving, perfect pressure. Fuck Jordan, don't stop.
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He not only doesn't stop, he somehow makes it more intense.
He's a god. I'm coming. I'm coming so hard my
vision goes white. I'm screaming and moaning, my whole body convulsing,
and he still doesn't stop. He holds me there, keeping
me there until I am a shattered, panting, sobbing mess.
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I'm floating. My legs feel like jelly. My skin is buzzing.
Oh oh, my God, is all I can manage to say.
He crawls up my body and kisses me, deep and slow,
and I can taste my own orgasm on his lips.
It's the most decadent, possessive, incredible thing, something we share.
Speaker 4 (32:16):
That's one.
Speaker 2 (32:18):
His eyes are full of dark, gorgeous promise. He lays
beside me, and I curl into him, thinking I can
finally breathe. As I pant. He slowly unbuttons my blouse
and there's no panic. This time. He will somehow make
a stupid sports bra sexy, and he does. He leans forward.
Speaker 4 (32:39):
This is like Christmas. Let's see what happens when I unwrap.
Speaker 2 (32:43):
Them, and he gently, infirmly lists my bra my body
and over my head. Before I'm even settled, his hands
are cupping my breasts, his thumb making ridiculously arousing little
circles around my nipples.
Speaker 4 (32:57):
God, here are the most amazing tits.
Speaker 2 (33:00):
I've been told that before, but Jordan somehow makes it
feel intimate, a compliment that is more about appreciation and
gratitude than objectification. All those thoughts leave my head, however,
as he starts sucking on my nipple. Oh, that feels
so good, as if in reply. His hand, his smart, capable,
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brilliant hand is moving down my body to my slick
shaved folds. It's skin on skin, and I'm so sensitive
I almost jump. His fingers, slick with my own wetness,
slide right inside me, one finger, then two. He knows,
he just knows. He curls them that perfect come hither motion,
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and I gasp. He's hitting my g spot. I'd given
up on guys figuring out where my g spot was,
and he's right there. You you are unreal. He begins
a slow, perfect in and out rhythm, his thumb finding
my clit and starting its own relentless circle. I'm a goner.
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I'm coming again, my body clenching desperately around his hand.
A different kind of orgasm, deeper, more internal, a wave
that builds and built and then just crashes, leaving me
a quivering, boneless wreck. I'm gasping for breath. I can't
even see straight. Okay, okay, I tap a halt. That
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was two, and that's plenty. He's lying beside me, his
chest rising and falling. I'm so so satisfied. He leans
in and kisses my shoulder, then my neck. His lips
are at my ear.
Speaker 4 (34:44):
Well, let's see what happens next. Oh Lord, now rule
over for me.
Speaker 2 (34:53):
The command, so gentle and so hot, shoots straight to
my pussy. I'm on my hand, knees in an instant,
my ass in the air. I hear him move behind me,
the sound of a small foil packet tearing. Thank god,
Holy shit. I'm thinking he couldn't be any more perfect.
And as I'm thinking that, he's in Holy fuck. His
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curve is so perfect and he's so deep. His cock
feels me in a way I've never been filled before.
It's like his cock was designed from my pussy. He
grabs my hips, his grip firm and possessive. Oh my god, Jordan,
how did you know this is my favorite position? I
feel him laugh.
Speaker 4 (35:39):
I didn't. He begins to fuck me it's mine.
Speaker 2 (35:45):
He pounds into me. It's not gentle, but it is.
And it's not romantic, but it is. It's raw and
fast and it's perfect. The sound of his thighs slapping
against me is a wet, driving rhythm. All I can
feel he's hitting that spot, that deep, perfect spot that
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only a curved cock and this position can do. When
he's doing it over and over, he reaches down and
his fingers tangle in my hair while his other hand
grips my hip. I can't help it, and I reach
to hewn, my own fingers finding my clit. It's so hard,
so swollen, I can barely touch it.
Speaker 4 (36:25):
That's it, Amy, howme me? Feel you stroke yourself as
I fuck you? Come for me.
Speaker 2 (36:30):
His thrust's become faster, more desperate, Come for me, Amy, Come,
I'm screaming, he's moaning. I feel him pulse a hot,
deeper lease, and the feeling of him coming inside me,
combined with his hand in my hair and my own
fingers on my clit, sends me over the edge. One
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last spectacular, earth shattering time. We collapse. We don't just fall,
We puddle up, breathless, tangled, slick mess of limbs and
his gorgeous, dark charcoal painted bedroom. We lie there for
a long time, my cheek on his chest, listening to
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our hearts pound out a matching frantic rhythm. My legs
are tangled with his, my body as a spent, happy,
glorious ache. Well, I guess that's three. He laughs a deep,
satisfied rumble that I can feel in my bones, and.
Speaker 4 (37:31):
He definitely had any close to fainting.
Speaker 2 (37:34):
Oh my god, I remembered the head. Part two. We
fall into a comfortable, sated silence. The adrenaline is fading,
and the intimacy of the moment, the real intimacy is
settling in. This is the part that's usually awkward. This
is the part where I usually wonder if I should
call a ride share. But it's not awkward. It's perfect.
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I lift my head to look at him. His hair
is a mess, his eyes are heavy lidded, and he's
looking at me with a softness that makes my heart
feel like it's going to melt. Jordan, Yes, this room
feels very welcoming.
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Speaker 2 (01:17):
Friday Night was supposed to be me a bonnna of
cheap Malbeck and a deep dive into the anecdotally supported
theory that all serial killers were obsessed with model trains. Instead,
I'm staring at my closet, which has exploded onto my bed,
and I'm in a state of low grade panic, all
because of Jordan, and had started on Tuesday. During a
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particularly boring zoom call. I was aimlessly swiping my thumb,
moving in a blur of jaded rejection. Beard fish pick
Jim selfie, no bio group photo, which one are you? Beard?
And holding a fish? And then I stopped. His first
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picture was well, it was a problem. He was ruin
your life. Handsome dark hair, eyes that were somehow smiling,
A jawline that looked like it had been carved from granite. Okay,
probably a bot, I thought, my thumb already moving to
sway left for a finance bro. That's even worse. I
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read the bio Jordan thirty two operations manager, Investment Bank.
He yep, finance bro confirmed. I sighed, but I decided
to keep reading Enjoys, true crime podcasts, vintage maps, and
trying not to destroy my nineteen thirties fixer upper. I
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froze hold up. I swept to his next photo. It
was him grinning, covered in a fine layer of drywall dust,
wearing a paint splattered T shirt and holding a crowbar.
My stomach heightened a bit. I'd spent the last five
years of my apartment dwelling life obsessively watching home renovation shows.
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I had entire Pinterest boards dedicated to kitchen backsplashes and
moody built in library walls. It was my secret, unfulfilled
dream to take a house down to its studs, and
this guy, his absurdly handsome finance bro, was doing it.
He was, in a small but significant way, living my dream.
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I swe I dried so fast I almost spranged the ligament.
It was an instant match, and not only that. He
messaged me moments later mid zoom call and everything, a
fellow true crime fan, I see. My defense for swepping
right is that you look far too nice to be
a wood shipper enthusiast. Oh your heart gave a little thump.
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He was funny. Oh, I'm all about efficiency. A wood
shipper is just messy old tub and Lye are so
much tiger here a.
Speaker 4 (04:03):
Woman who values efficiency. He's still my operations managing heart.
So how about dinner Friday?
Speaker 2 (04:11):
Only if you promise not to bore me with stock options.
Speaker 4 (04:15):
Deal, but I make no promises about discussing grout.
Speaker 2 (04:19):
Talking about grout? Did he realize just how sexy that sounded.
I'd been floating on a cloud of giddy, terrifying anticipation
ever since, which brought me back to the pile of
clothes on my bed. Who was the vibe? Sexy but
not trying too hard, smart but approachable. Let's be honest, Amy,
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I thought, pulling a black silk blouse off its hangar,
Your only thought right now is whether you're going to
sleep with him tonight. The idea was appealing, very appealing.
It had been months, months of nothing but my trusty
vibrator and a vague, persistent ache of frustration. A thought
of this handsome, funny, capable man, well, my body was
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already voting yes. I opened my underwear drawer and pulled
out my secret weapon, a matching set of black lace,
all delicate straps and strategically shared panels. I held it up,
and then I sighed, tossing it onto the bed. Oh
you can't. It's like wearing a sign. It was expecting it.
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It was bad luck. I would jinx it. I sighed
and dug back into the drawer, passed the good stuff,
and pulled out my everyday staples. A pair of simple
white cotton panties, comfortable, full coverage, the absolute opposite of sexy,
and to go with it, a beige sports bra, the
industrial strength kind I wore to tame my large breasts
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into submission. It wasn't lingerie. It was practical. I had
to laugh. It was operational. Maybe he'd like that. Stop
at Amy, Oh, jinxes, it's just a normal date. You
haven't even gotten past that point, and so long you've
practically given up on men. Thinking of more is just
a bad idea. I should meed into my best darkwass jeans,
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tucked in the silk blouse, and threw on my favorite
leather jacket. It was sexy, but it was also me.
I took one last look in the mirror, my heart
thumping a nervous, excited beat. Okay, Amy, just be normal,
don't mention murder over the appetizers, or well, maybe do,
I smiled. I couldn't wait. The restaurant is perfect, dimly lit,
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buzzling with happy conversation, and smelling like garlic and old wine.
It's nice. But not so stuffy that I feel out
of place in my jeans. I spot him in a
corner booth and my stomach does a little dive bomb
his pictures, it turns out for a gross injustice. In person,
Jordan is well, the words out of my league come
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to mind. He's taller than I thought, and his shoulders,
even under a simple, well fitting button down, are broad.
He stands up the second he sees me, and his
smile isn't just a smile. It's a full on, high
wattage event that makes my knees feel like they're dissolving.
Speaker 4 (07:21):
Amy, I have to admit that I was worried that
your pictures were filtered to make you look that beautiful,
but honestly, they actually don't even do you justice.
Speaker 2 (07:33):
That smile again, Uh, I was thinking the same thing.
Damn it, I was thinking that. But now he's going
to think that I'm just repeating his words back to him.
That's all you've got, Amy, He's going to bail before dessert.
He doesn't seem to notice my momentary brain melt. He's
all easy grace, complimenting my leather jacket, asking the waiter
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for a recommendation on the wine and just looking at me,
not staring, not leering, just looking with an open, genuine
interest that makes me feel both completely safe and totally seen.
We get the small talk out of the way, work, neighborhoods,
the sheer insanity of frodday night traffic, and by the
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time the wine arrives, the real date begins. He leans forward.
His eyes, which are a ridiculous warm hazel, are sparkling
with mischief.
Speaker 4 (08:29):
So I have to ask the lie thing. Was that
a test?
Speaker 2 (08:35):
My guard doesn't just drop, it vaporizes. I laugh, a real,
un self conscious laugh, maybe a little, but not in
the way you think. I laugh again. It's genuine and warm,
and I realize that I'm already comfortable in his presence.
I wasn't testing you to see if he'd want to
help me dispose a body. I gave him a wicked smile,
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and God helped me. He loves my hue. It was
more of a testasy if you love true crime as
much as I do. He laughs, and it's the kind
of laugh that makes you want to hear every day
for the rest of your life.
Speaker 4 (09:11):
Oh I do. I wasn't lying. I was impressed. I'm
an operations manager. I'm all about efficient disposal. So many
serial killers don't seem to have any idea what they're
doing exactly.
Speaker 2 (09:24):
I'm so excited. I shake my fork at him as
I speak. They're all style and no substance. Okay, maybe
that was a bit too morbid, but Jordan seems to
eat it up. I totally agree. He laughs, Oh my god,
that laugh. My last date looked at me like I'd
suggested kicking a puppy when I talked about poor body disposal.
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It's a real problem of so many serial killers.
Speaker 4 (09:50):
He just wasn't your kind of weird. I, for one,
think it shows foresight, in a great respect for logistics.
Speaker 2 (09:57):
I'm in love. I think, my head swimming from the
wine and the sheer giddy relief of it. This is it,
This is the man for me. He gets my weird,
dark humor. He's not horrified. He's adding to it. The
click at that moment is almost audible. From there, the
conversation is effortless. We find our other shared passion home renovation.
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It turns out he's just as obsessed as I am.
He doesn't just hire people, he's doing it. He talks
about the nightmare of discovering cheap wallpaper and plaster, the
joy of discovering the pristine, original nineteen thirties hardwood floors
under a cod awful nineties carpet, and his mortal hatred
for the seventies era shag carpet he'd had to rip
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out of the upstairs hallway.
Speaker 4 (10:45):
I mean, nineties carpeting over hardwoods. That's bad enough, but
then to walk up the stairs and find a seventies
shag rug.
Speaker 2 (10:55):
See, that sounds like a justified serial killing. Take up
everyone involved in travesty. I considered it. We're being outrageous
and laughing and pushing our humor to the edge and beyond,
and we're both loving it.
Speaker 4 (11:11):
But let me tell you, hauling up dusty old carbeting
is disgusting. I think they had pets that well, we're
having dinner. He's not just a finance bro. I think
completely mesmerized. He's a doer. He's getting his hands dirty.
This is so ridiculously sexy. I'm stuck in the living room.
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Though the light is great, but the main wall, the
color is just all wrong, and it feels empty.
Speaker 2 (11:39):
Oh, the two and a half glasses of a Milbeck.
I've now had make me bold. It's probably not the color,
it's the scale. If you've got high ceilings, you need
to draw the eye up. You need Florida ceiling built
ins and color well, maybe paint them a dark, moody
blue like fairmin Ball's Hague blue to anchor the whole room.
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I would make that fireplace really pop. I stop realizing
I've just completely taken over. Oh shit, I did it again.
I've overstepped. You're too much.
Speaker 4 (12:09):
Amy.
Speaker 2 (12:11):
Jordan just stares at me. His fork is halfway to
his mouth. He slowly puts it down.
Speaker 4 (12:19):
My god, you're brilliant. I've been staring at that wall
for six months. Built ins, that's exactly it. I didn't
think there would be room, but I was just looking
at it too closely and didn't have the right perspective.
But just now I pictured what you said, and it
all just clicked. He leans forward, and you did that
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just from me describing it. For the past few minutes.
Speaker 2 (12:43):
He's not humoring me. He's looking at me with a
kind of stunned awe that is so much hotter than
a simple you're beautiful. A warm blush creeps up my
neck and I feel a glow that has nothing to
do as a wine. I'm, in fact so turned on
by his interest that I feel like I need to
change the subject. So built ins for the living room.
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What room did you finish first?
Speaker 4 (13:10):
The bedroom?
Speaker 2 (13:11):
The bedroom, of course he did, right to the sex room.
I try to keep the cynicism off my face. Oh yeah,
why that room. He looks at me. He's not a
gloating dude bro in that moment. He's not a I've
created my man cave for the chicks. He looks serious, No,
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not serious. He looks like someone that is about to
reveal something important and private, and he wants you to
know that something that he can only trust with you.
It is, without a doubt, the sexiest look I've ever
received in my life.
Speaker 4 (13:50):
It's the most important room in the house, Amy. I mean,
it's where you start and end every day. It has
to be a sanctuary. It's personal and intimate, but it's
also be welcoming.
Speaker 2 (14:05):
Okay, I can't resist welcoming, welcoming for guests. He laughs,
a full, warm sound that hits me right in the chest.
He doesn't get flustered. He leans in his voice, chomping
a little.
Speaker 4 (14:23):
Well, let's be honest with a couple that really connects,
the bedroom should be the place they connect the most,
like the place where all of their hopes, dreams, desires.
Speaker 2 (14:35):
And he motions with a hand, underscoring how important this
is to him.
Speaker 4 (14:39):
Like all those things are welcome here. It's not just
a place to eat food or watch TV or entertain guests.
It's all those things for just two people.
Speaker 2 (14:52):
He leans back and laughs, his incredibly sexy laugh again.
And God, I must sound like an idiot. Holy shit,
he said it. He's a little red at the tips
of his ears, but he said it bold as day.
He wants to welcome someone into that room. And he
said all those things while staring directly at me. My body,
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which was already on high alert, just went to Defcon one.
The wine is singing in my veins. My simple white
cotton panties are suddenly feeling very, very damp. The maulbeck
makes my filter disappear completely. So Jordan, who has seeing
this welcoming personal connected in an emotionally fulfilling way. Bedroom,
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The words are out before I can stop them. Oh
my god, why did I say that it's a first date?
I sound like a jealous psycho. Abort, abort, But Jordan
doesn't flinch. He just smiles that same easy smile, as
if I've just asked him about the weather.
Speaker 4 (15:57):
Well, seeing as I just finished the pain last weekend,
no one bye. His eyes lock on mine. I hope
that whoever it is, finds that it brings us closer.
Speaker 2 (16:10):
That is the smoothest, sexiest, most romantic thing I've ever heard.
He's not bragging, he's hoping. He's a romantic. I'm officially
melting into a puddle on the floor. I'm so flustered.
My brain just reboots and goes to the last known
safe topic. So we're not true crime. That guy, the
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one with U, you know the things, the things? I
sound like a complete idiot. Jordan just grins that wicked,
handsome smile. He knows exactly what he's done to me,
and he doesn't let me off the hook.
Speaker 4 (16:47):
Oh no, you don't get off that easily. Who has
seen your bedroom?
Speaker 2 (16:53):
Touche? I laughed, the wine, making me feel brave and reckless.
Oh let me tell you no one who is deserving
of it.
Speaker 4 (17:03):
And what kind of man does deserve it?
Speaker 2 (17:06):
He pushes, his eyes sparkling. He's enjoying this a bit
too much. Okay, Amy, we're here, we're both adults. What's
the point of not chinxing it with my underwear if
I'm not going to be real? Well, I take a
slow sip of wine, holding his gaze over the rim.
Someone who is respectful and fun and easy to talk to.
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I set the glass down, and of course.
Speaker 4 (17:32):
Hot, of course hot, Well.
Speaker 2 (17:37):
Duh, I'm on a roll now, there's no stopping me.
You're the one who said the bedroom is the place
a couple connects the most. None of the guys I
bought into that room had any real connection with me.
I mean, look, if we're in either of our bedrooms,
I want to talk and laugh about some crazy crime.
I don't want to share my latest to be red
pile with you. I don't want to hear you do
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the same with me. It's a connection. I lean in,
my voice dropping, But come on, yes, Hot, it's a bedroom.
I want to come like three times, and I want
you to nearly faint an ecstasy. I cut my hand
over my mouth. Oh my god, I did not just
(18:20):
say that. Why did I say you and not the guy?
I just told this perfect handsome, built in building man
that I'm a screaming nympho who demands a three orgasm minimum.
I've broken him. He's going to fake an emergency phone
call I know it, and climb out the bathroom window.
And worse, I said it about him. I'm sorry that
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was a bit much. Jordan doesn't move, he doesn't blush,
he doesn't laugh. He just looks at me. His eyes
are dark, intense. He leans forward. I'm taking it. No
one has made you come three times. He's not running,
he's challenged, he's intrigued. He's not judging me. He's engaging.
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I have never ever been more turned on in my
entire life. I'm so flustered. I can't even think. I
need to cool this down before I spontaneously combust right
here at the table. Well, my vibrator has Oh my god,
did I just say that? But that's not the connection
we're talking about. I let out a big, nervous laugh
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and take a deep, steadying breath. Safe subject, Safe subject.
So tell me more about being an operations manager at
an evil investment bank. I was told you're all just
a bunch of capitalists. He sees the retreat, and he's
a gentleman. He lets me have it. He leans back,
the intense look in his eyes softening into that easy,
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warm smile. The tension in the air drops from one
hundred to a manageable but still simmering seventy.
Speaker 4 (19:59):
Ah yes, the EU capitalist stereotype.
Speaker 2 (20:02):
The conversation becomes safe again, but it's too late. The
other conversation, the one about bedrooms and connections three orgasms,
is still hanging in the air between us, vibrating like
a plucked string. When the wader finally comes with a check,
my heart sinks a little, hits over. It's the movie
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part of the date. We're alone in a theater and
not talking for two hours, just doing our own thing.
He'll take me home, give me a polite, awkward hug
at the door, and I'll go inside and spend the
rest of my life wondering what if I was too
awkward with him? Wait, no, I was too honest with him.
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It was too soon for that, and that's probably worse.
He signs the bill, then turns to me, Hey.
Speaker 4 (20:53):
Rather than a movie, why don't you come to my
house and look at the redecorating. We both love that,
and I really want your opinion on that living room wall.
Speaker 2 (21:02):
He smiles, a little self deprecatingly with you.
Speaker 4 (21:06):
Actually seeing it, I mean, I'm sure your genus will
give me even more ideas before I can take his compliment,
he adds, mourning you though the kitchen is a total wreck.
Speaker 2 (21:18):
My heart doesn't just flutter. He takes flight. He wants
my opinion. Is that all he wants? Or is he
thinking about my three orgasm requirement? Is this it? He's
offering me the in the tour, the think we're both
passionate about. And the bedroom, the most intimate room, the
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one no one has seen. Is he going to show
it to me? It's the one he described as welcoming.
I would love to. I hope my voice sounds more
confident than I feel afraid. He helps me with my jacket.
Speaker 4 (21:58):
I'll drive. You've had two and a half glasses of wine.
Speaker 2 (22:02):
Oh god, he's responsible, he's hot, he's respectful, he's not
judging my sex crazed, wine fueled rant. And he's taking
me home. It's really happening. Oh god. And I'm wearing
my stupid white cotton panties. His car is spotless, it
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smells like clean leather, and just a faint spicy trace
of his cologne. Hits an adult car, quiet and smooth,
and it gives me way too much time to let
my mind raise. Okay, Amy, be cool. He just wants
your opinion on paint. Yes, your opinion on paint. After
you gave him a sex crazed three orgasm ultimatum, God,
(22:44):
you're a lunatic. He's just being polite. He's just going
to show you his house and send you home in
an uber. His house is in a gorgeous old neighborhood,
the kind with massive oak trees and uneven sidewalks. It's
a night teen thirties brick tutor, and my heart aches
with how beautiful it is. Inside it smells like sawdust,
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fresh paint. Inside it smells like sawdust, fresh paint, and potential.
The kitchen, he gestures to a room that is indeed
a total wreck.
Speaker 4 (23:18):
Is a work in progress.
Speaker 2 (23:20):
It has amazing bones. I'm already picturing a marble island.
I wave my arms around into the next room. This
room has good bones too. That flow in the other
room is perfect. I look at him. Everything has good bones.
Apparently my filter disappeared somewhere on the drive over. Her
doesn't even exist with him. He just makes everything feel
(23:43):
so natural and comfortable. He walks me into the living
room and I see the problem wall.
Speaker 4 (23:49):
See, it's just dead. The color is all wrong. Hell,
everything is wrong.
Speaker 2 (23:56):
I stop the wine. The giddy anticipation and my genuine
nerdy love for this stuff all bubbles up at once.
Oh no, it's not the color. It's the scale.
Speaker 4 (24:08):
Right.
Speaker 2 (24:08):
Maybe it's a little bit of the color, but mostly
it's the scale. You've got nine foot ceilings. You need
to draw the eye up. Like I mentioned before, I
start gesturing completely forgetting to be nervous. You need Flora's
ceiling built iNTS right here, flanking the fireplace, and paint
them that dark, moody blue I mentioned, like followin Ball's
Hague blue. I look at him. Look. I know blue
(24:30):
is an atypical color, but look at this room. I
wave my arms around again. It would anchor the whole
room and make that white fireplace pop, and it would
give you all the storage you need. I'm rambling. I
stop my face heating up. Sorry, I'm I'm nerding out.
You don't have to listen to me. He's not looking
(24:50):
at the wall anymore. He's just staring at me. He
has this look in his face a kind of stunned,
impressed awe that makes my knees feel weak.
Speaker 4 (25:00):
My God, you're brilliant. I see it, and hearing you
explain it while looking at it, it's so clear, that's
exactly it. I've been looking at that wall for six months.
He's not just challenged by my three orgasm talk. He's
turned on by my brain. I've never been more attracted
(25:20):
to a man in my entire life. The air is thick,
the tour is over, but we both know the main
event is left. This is it, and I have to
be the one to say it. Can I see the bedroom?
I think, blurt it out and cringe, so subtle amy.
He doesn't laugh, His eyes just darken in a good way.
(25:45):
You mean, and his voice is so help me God,
welcoming the most intimate room in my house.
Speaker 2 (25:53):
He doesn't wait for me to stammer out.
Speaker 4 (25:54):
A reply I would love to.
Speaker 2 (25:58):
He leads me upstairs. The bedroom is perfect. The walls
are a deep charcoal, the bed is a massive gorgeous
wooden frame, and the lighting is dim and recessed. It's masculine.
It's a sanctuary. It is just as he promised. Incredibly welcoming,
but there's more to it. It looks incomplete, it's whole,
(26:22):
but it's missing something, some complimentary piece. I use my
design brain to think over the elements, and I can't
find it. As I'm thinking, he's patiently standing by the door,
watching me take it in, and that's when I realize it.
This room is missing its other half. It is perfect
(26:43):
as it is, but it's not welcoming perfect. Well, do
you think it's welcoming enough? Okay, this is it. The
sexual tension in this room is so thick he couldn't
cut it with a vibrator. Be brave, Amy, I turned
to face him.
Speaker 4 (27:01):
No, no, what's missing?
Speaker 2 (27:05):
I close the distance between us in three steps. I
thread my fingers into the hair at the nape of
his neck, pull his face down to mine, and kiss him.
It's not a first date kiss. It's I've been waiting
my whole life kiss. It's a finally kiss. His mouth
is hot and sure, and he kisses me back with
a desperate, pent up energy that matches my own. He
(27:28):
tastes like expensive wine and the promise of a very
very good decision. My hands grip is shirt and I
press my body against his. I feel it instantly. God,
he's hard. He's so hard against my stomach. I break
the kiss and we're both panting, our foreheads pressed together.
(27:48):
Su it was missing that, not even close, and with
all the courage the wine and his kiss have given me.
I drop to my knees. I hear his sharp sudden inhale.
I look up at him. His eyes are wide, his
face a mask of shocked pleasure. I don't ask. I
(28:08):
just reach for his belt. The sound of the zipper
sliding down is deafening in the quiet room. I pull
his pants and boxers down his thighs and he's free.
Of course, his cock is perfect. It's curved in that
way I find sexy, and not so huge to make
me win, sir, not too small to make me wonder
if he'll be self conscious. It's fucking perfect, and it's
(28:32):
standing straight up for me. I take him into my mouth.
He groans a deep sound from his chest, and his
hands fist in my hair, not pulling, just holding. I
taste him clean and salty, and oh man. I take
my time, my tongue and lips working a magic I've
(28:52):
been told I'm very very good at. He's already dripping
pre come and I love the taste of it. His
hip start to buck, a small, involuntary movement. Amy he
pulls me up by my arms, his strength effortless, and
tumbles me back onto the bed. He's on me in
a second, one leg between mine, his poty, heavy and hot,
(29:15):
three orgasms. His smile is wide, but his eyes are pure,
focused intensity at least well. His lips brushed my ear,
sending a shiver down my spine.
Speaker 4 (29:27):
I'll take care of the hat.
Speaker 2 (29:29):
He moves down my body, his mouth tracing a hot
path over my blouse. He gets to my jeans and
unbuttons them. I'm about to help him when he stops.
He's looking at my underwear, my stupid white cotton. Please
don't jinxit panties. My face flames with humiliation. I can't
believe this. Oh god, I whisper Jordan. Wait, I didn't
(29:54):
plan for this. I'm not wearing you know, the good stuff.
It's just it's my stupid comfortable underwear. I'm sorry. He stops.
He looks up from my waist, his gaze so intense
it stops my breath. He reaches out and gently, reverently
traces the simple, high cut line of the cotton on
(30:15):
my hip.
Speaker 4 (30:16):
Hemy this you being this real, This is the sexiest
fucking thing I've ever seen.
Speaker 2 (30:24):
And just like that, I'm gone. All my anxiety, all
my insecurity, It just melts. He leans down and kisses
me right through the cotton, a hot, wet press that
makes me gasp. Then he hooks his thumbs into the
waistban and slowly, slowly appeels them down my legs. He
(30:45):
parts my legs and settles between them. He looks at me,
my pussy slick and exposed, and I've never felt more beautiful.
He leans down and his hot breath is a promise
right before his mouth covers me. It's not a kiss,
it's a feast of pleasure. He is a master. His
(31:08):
tongue is alive wired, he knows exactly what he's doing.
He's not just licking. He's using his mouth, creating a
perfect rhythmic suction that has my hips lifting off the
bed in seconds. My fingers are fisted in his expensive sheets.
I can't even form a thought. There's only his mouth
and the relentless, driving, perfect pressure. Fuck Jordan, don't stop.
(31:33):
He not only doesn't stop, he somehow makes it more intense.
He's a god. I'm coming. I'm coming so hard my
vision goes white. I'm screaming and moaning, my whole body convulsing,
and he still doesn't stop. He holds me there, keeping
me there until I am a shattered, panting, sobbing mess.
(31:54):
I'm floating. My legs feel like jelly. My skin is buzzing.
Oh oh, my God, is all I can manage to say.
He crawls up my body and kisses me, deep and slow,
and I can taste my own orgasm on his lips.
It's the most decadent, possessive, incredible thing, something we share.
Speaker 4 (32:16):
That's one.
Speaker 2 (32:18):
His eyes are full of dark, gorgeous promise. He lays
beside me, and I curl into him, thinking I can
finally breathe. As I pant. He slowly unbuttons my blouse
and there's no panic. This time. He will somehow make
a stupid sports bra sexy, and he does. He leans forward.
Speaker 4 (32:39):
This is like Christmas. Let's see what happens when I unwrap.
Speaker 2 (32:43):
Them, and he gently, infirmly lists my bra my body
and over my head. Before I'm even settled, his hands
are cupping my breasts, his thumb making ridiculously arousing little
circles around my nipples.
Speaker 4 (32:57):
God, here are the most amazing tits.
Speaker 2 (33:00):
I've been told that before, but Jordan somehow makes it
feel intimate, a compliment that is more about appreciation and
gratitude than objectification. All those thoughts leave my head, however,
as he starts sucking on my nipple. Oh, that feels
so good, as if in reply. His hand, his smart, capable,
(33:21):
brilliant hand is moving down my body to my slick
shaved folds. It's skin on skin, and I'm so sensitive
I almost jump. His fingers, slick with my own wetness,
slide right inside me, one finger, then two. He knows,
he just knows. He curls them that perfect come hither motion,
(33:44):
and I gasp. He's hitting my g spot. I'd given
up on guys figuring out where my g spot was,
and he's right there. You you are unreal. He begins
a slow, perfect in and out rhythm, his thumb finding
my clit and starting its own relentless circle. I'm a goner.
(34:06):
I'm coming again, my body clenching desperately around his hand.
A different kind of orgasm, deeper, more internal, a wave
that builds and built and then just crashes, leaving me
a quivering, boneless wreck. I'm gasping for breath. I can't
even see straight. Okay, okay, I tap a halt. That
(34:29):
was two, and that's plenty. He's lying beside me, his
chest rising and falling. I'm so so satisfied. He leans
in and kisses my shoulder, then my neck. His lips
are at my ear.
Speaker 4 (34:44):
Well, let's see what happens next. Oh Lord, now rule
over for me.
Speaker 2 (34:53):
The command, so gentle and so hot, shoots straight to
my pussy. I'm on my hand, knees in an instant,
my ass in the air. I hear him move behind me,
the sound of a small foil packet tearing. Thank god,
Holy shit. I'm thinking he couldn't be any more perfect.
And as I'm thinking that, he's in Holy fuck. His
(35:18):
curve is so perfect and he's so deep. His cock
feels me in a way I've never been filled before.
It's like his cock was designed from my pussy. He
grabs my hips, his grip firm and possessive. Oh my god, Jordan,
how did you know this is my favorite position? I
feel him laugh.
Speaker 4 (35:39):
I didn't. He begins to fuck me it's mine.
Speaker 2 (35:45):
He pounds into me. It's not gentle, but it is.
And it's not romantic, but it is. It's raw and
fast and it's perfect. The sound of his thighs slapping
against me is a wet, driving rhythm. All I can
feel he's hitting that spot, that deep, perfect spot that
(36:05):
only a curved cock and this position can do. When
he's doing it over and over, he reaches down and
his fingers tangle in my hair while his other hand
grips my hip. I can't help it, and I reach
to hewn, my own fingers finding my clit. It's so hard,
so swollen, I can barely touch it.
Speaker 4 (36:25):
That's it, Amy, howme me? Feel you stroke yourself as
I fuck you? Come for me.
Speaker 2 (36:30):
His thrust's become faster, more desperate, Come for me, Amy, Come,
I'm screaming, he's moaning. I feel him pulse a hot,
deeper lease, and the feeling of him coming inside me,
combined with his hand in my hair and my own
fingers on my clit, sends me over the edge. One
(36:50):
last spectacular, earth shattering time. We collapse. We don't just fall,
We puddle up, breathless, tangled, slick mess of limbs and
his gorgeous, dark charcoal painted bedroom. We lie there for
a long time, my cheek on his chest, listening to
(37:11):
our hearts pound out a matching frantic rhythm. My legs
are tangled with his, my body as a spent, happy,
glorious ache. Well, I guess that's three. He laughs a deep,
satisfied rumble that I can feel in my bones, and.
Speaker 4 (37:31):
He definitely had any close to fainting.
Speaker 2 (37:34):
Oh my god, I remembered the head. Part two. We
fall into a comfortable, sated silence. The adrenaline is fading,
and the intimacy of the moment, the real intimacy is
settling in. This is the part that's usually awkward. This
is the part where I usually wonder if I should
call a ride share. But it's not awkward. It's perfect.
(37:58):
I lift my head to look at him. His hair
is a mess, his eyes are heavy lidded, and he's
looking at me with a softness that makes my heart
feel like it's going to melt. Jordan, Yes, this room
feels very welcoming.
Speaker 3 (38:20):
Thanks so much for listening to my podcast. I'm Roxy
Callahan and my Erotic Whispers are brought to you by
tenth Muse Studio,
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