Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 27th January 2019


It still didn’t happen! I don’t know why, but we just don’t seem to be able to get it all together. Kieran walked me back to the tube station, we had a nice kiss, and then he said he’d text me in the morning and maybe we could do something in the week. I wasn’t going to be so bold as to suggest he came back to mine, so that was it. I was extremely frustrated by the time I got home. Maybe it would be easier if we lived a bit closer to each other and could just casually linger outside one or the other’s flat before being asked in, but at the tube station it’s just all such a big deal to suggest taking a twenty minute journey together.

Also, it was nearly snowing again today, so although I went out for a bit of a run there was no way I was going out for the semi-clad walk I managed to squeeze in last Sunday. Then I saw my mum in the afternoon, so that was the end of that.

I swapped a few message with Kieran later in the afternoon and we might meet up on Tuesday.

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 26th January 2019


This is just a quick entry as I’m seeing Kieran later and doubt I’ll have the energy to type anything when I get in. And I’m half hoping that I don’t come home at all… Anyway, what with the cold and all, I have fancy underwear, long socks and skirt and top all deployed. We’re only going out for something sort-of-casual (he said), but I’m really looking forward to it.

Other than that I’ve been doing chores all day. Yawn.

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 25th January 2019


Freezing cold weather and it felt like it was going to snow today so I was wrapped up good and proper.

Jo came and saw me today and said that she’d like me to come with her to a conference next week. It’s out of town so we’ll need to stay a night in a hotel, but she reckoned between the pair of us we could shake up the boring old world of accounting! Helen on reception is going to book something for us both anyway. I’m rather looking forward to it!

I went straight home after work today and then out for a run and am meeting Kieran tomorrow.

Undressing For Mrs Cooper

Naked man undressing in front of clothed woman

“Nice to see you again,” I said. I still couldn’t call her Kay, and I knew that if I called her Mrs Cooper she would tell me to call her Kay. It was easier just not to use either. I made my way to the kitchen with my bag of washing.

“No visitors this week?” I asked as I pulled my t-shirt over my head.

Mrs Cooper smiled. “That was a bit mean of me last week. Not to tell you. But I thought if I did, you might get self-conscious and… well, that would be silly, wouldn’t it?”

I pulled my trousers off and handed them to her, feeling as self-conscious as ever as I stood in my boxer shorts while she loaded the machine. My erection was a little late in arriving this week but as I removed my last item of corner I could see my penis sticking out straight in front of me and slowly lurching its way upwards. Mrs Cooper showed no sign of embarrassment, and I’m not sure that she even noticed it.

Read the rest of the story in The Undergraduate

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 24th January 2019


The PR company is nowhere near as much fun as the start-up. I guess partly because I have to go back to the office at lunchtime so anything I wear has to be right for both places. The temperature had turned today anyway so I went for trousers and a plain white blouse, but I couldn’t bring myself to wear a bra. I had a jacket on for some of the morning anyway, and the woman I was dealing with (Carol, in operations) seemed nice. It’s a mixed office but I just wasn’t feeling all that flirty.

Things changed a bit in the afternoon as our office is always too warm, so there was no way the jacket was staying on. I caught Matthew staring at my blouse at some point and I couldn’t tell if he was trying to work out if I had a bra on or if it was so obvious that I didn’t that he couldn’t help but stare anyway! I had a peer in the mirror in the ladies toilets but the light isn’t that good in there so I couldn’t really tell.