Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 24th December 2018

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I almost forgot not to go to work today and woke up with the alarm. I got a run in, then had a shower, then didn’t know what to do with myself. I was sitting around in my dressing gown when my phone buzzed: it was Kieran. He wanted to know if I was around next week. I most certainly am, but I’m going to make you wait a few hours to find out, my boy.

I spent far too much of the afternoon daydreaming, and then wrapped up the last of the presents for the immediate family.

Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 23rd December 2018

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I guess it went well? We got along just fine, but there was definitely no kiss in the air. I suppose it was only a first date. I presume it was a date anyway. Kieran seemed so friendly perhaps he was just being nice?

I haven’t got a message from him, though, so perhaps that’s it. I can’t say I’d blame him. Maybe I should have taken that dress off myself and then see him turn me down.

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 22nd December 2018

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I haven’t been on a date for a long time, and it took me all day to decide on the long socks and woollen jumper dress. That was the one the start-up seemed to like best. And if things went really well then, hey, it’s really easy to take off. My skin tingled at the thought of Kieran standing and staring at my naked body.

I’m about to go out anyway so I’ll have to write the rest tomorrow.

PVC or Nude?

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“I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.
I’d honestly never felt so...

I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.

I’d honestly never felt so self-conscious, sat there, suddenly nude. Lisa sat back beside me in her PVC dress and boots.

“What…” I began, “What am I going to be wearing?”

Lisa looked thoughtful for a second. “Do you know Tina?” she asked me. I nodded, although I only barely knew the girl she was talking about.

“She has something for you to put on,” she told me.

“And where’s Tina?”

“She’s on her way. Or at least she said she’d get her early.”

I looked wistfully at my clothes crumpled on the chair: I’d have preferred to have gotten undressed after my outfit had arrived, not before. Then I glanced up at the table across the room, laid out with drinks and empty glasses. I noticed what looked like a pair of handcuffs on the far corner and then averted my eyes in embarrassment. I don’t know why.

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