Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 25th April 2019


I flashed a boob! I sort of forgot that the PR company is a bit more formal, so I wore a loose top today, and nothing underneath, and on the way back to the office at lunchtime I stopped at a café. There was a guy sitting on another table who kept looking up at me, so I managed to flick my shoulder strap off of my arm. Except I didn’t realise I’d accidentally (ahem) flicked it a bit too far and there was half a nipple poking out from my top! He was trying not to look but was a bit red, and when I noticed I covered up and tried to pretend it hadn’t happened. But I was also quite red, I think.

He left the café just afterwards and said “Have a good afternoon”, and it made me smile. I think I improved his day a little.

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 24th April 2019


Kieran replied to yesterday’s message far too late, but he wasn’t going to come over anyway. What’s the use of a boyfriend if they won’t travel halfway across town just because you want oral sex, eh?

Jo looked a bit better today, but I think she’s burying herself in work. I asked how the dating was going, just to be chatty, and she just said “it isn’t” and went back to her work. I know when I’m not wanted.

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 23rd April 2019


Today I had a thing for socks. I don’t know why. Maybe because Kieran seems to like socks. Or boots. Or anything where I’m naked in the top half but covered from the feet downwards. If anything that seems weirder than just liking being naked, but I’m the last one to judge!

So I ended up putting on a pair of tiny training socks and wondering what else to wear, and then wishing I didn’t have to wear anything at all, and then masturbating and making myself late for the start-up. But thankfully a group of men will forgive anything that a girl in a short dress and short socks does wrong and they said it was fine. I made up the time anyway.

When I got home I had a socks-only night, although I wasn’t feeling brave enough to leave the curtains open. I message Kieran and said if I told him I was wearing nothing but a pair of socks would he come over but didn’t get a reply, so I had to sort myself out. Masturbating twice in one day is a bit much, even for me!

You Came Here Like That?


“Don’t be too hard on her,” Martha said, joining the conversation, “She said she liked you… and it seemed like a fun way to stop you getting your clothes back…” She looked down at me, obviously pleased at the way she’d managed to keep me nude for the entire day.

“And my clothes?” I said. Now I was naked at a party full of strangers and I’d really rather not be.

“They’re around somewhere,” Martha replied with a wink.

“Here,” Sue said from beside me and handed me a bottle of beer, “Glad to see you made it. How was the journey?”

“Don’t you start!” I warned her, provoking a giggle from both Sue and Tan.

“It must be quite cold out there,” Tan said, and without even asking she reached a palm out and pressed it against my still-hard nipple.

“Hey!” I said, although her touch was pleasantly soft and warm.

Kathy seemed to think it was okay to do the same on the other breast.

“Oooh, yes,” she said, “Do let me know if you need warming up.”

The redhead girl looked at the pair enviously. I’d almost forgotten that the whole plan had just been to throw the two of us together, and now we were in a crowd she actually looked disappointed again, especially now there were two girls with their hands on my body.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 22nd April 2019


I need to buy some more clothes. Everything I have is all wintery, and it’s getting warmer week by week.

I had a meeting with Jo and Rachel this morning about all the new clients. But for the parts you might care about: am I supposed to dress conservatively now I’m the boss? I’m not sure I’m willing to make that sacrifice, to be honest. Today I had a top with a scoop neck and I can tell from the look of the guy who was looming over me on the tube that you can see quite far down it from above! Although I had trousers on. (What is it coming to that wearing trousers seems odd?)

I felt in need of inspiration when I got home so ended up reading some stories and blogs about women getting naked in all kinds of public situations. I know it’s all fiction and quite silly, but I like the fantasy. The biggest problem is that you know all your friends will think less of you if they know you like being naked, and then you also don’t know whether strangers will behave respectfully with a naked woman in their midst. Maybe fiction is the only place it all works, outside of some very small circles. I’m lucky that I’ve had the experience with Kieran, Ha and Lily. Oh, and Kieran’s flatmate Ben too. So far it’s worked out very well.

Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 21st April 2019


The weekend has kept getting better! Firstly, I’m on a new record of well over thirty-six hours without putting a stitch of clothing on, unless you count drying myself with a towel.

But this morning I woke up and Kieran was snoring. It wasn’t that early so I got up and went to the kitchen and made myself some tea. There was still no sign of Kieran so I was rummaging through cupboards for some muesli and then I heard him behind me so I said “Shall I make you some tea?” and he said “Err, sure?” except it wasn’t quite right. So I turned around and the person I was talking to was wasn’t Kieran, and I was standing there naked in front of him.

He said he was Kieran’s flatmate, and I said I thought you weren’t back until later. And he looked me up and down and said “I guessed. I told Kieran I’d be back Sunday. I flew in last night, but couldn’t sleep much.” It turns out he’d been in Bangalore (he’s a computer programmer) and the time difference had messed up his sleep patterns. Oh, and his name is Ben. We shook hands while I stood there naked.

Anyway,  I put my arm over my chest and said I’d better get dressed, and he shrugged and sat down and said “It’s a bit late now,” so I thought “what the hey”, because I know he’s got a long-term girlfriend, and decided that since he’d seen it all, and I kind of liked it, I might as well just sit down too.

He’s nice anyway, and he stared at my breasts just the right amount, if that makes any sense. Enough to make me think he wanted to touch them, but not so much that I thought he would. That alone made me like him.

Then Kieran came in, and was mildly freaked out by seeing his flat-mate (Andrew) talking to his nude girlfriend (that’s me). Then Andrew seemed a bit uncomfortable, mentioned his girlfriend about a million times and went back to his room. Then I climbed on top of Kieran and we had amaze-balls sex in the kitchen.

I said goodbye to Ben on the way out and said I’d make sure to bring more clothes next time. He said “please don’t” and smiled and my stomach churned a bit because he’s just so nice, and so not-single, and also a bit handsome, and just the perfect person to be naked for because he’d never touch me or do anything without an invite. I’m looking forward to spending more time with Ben and I hope I’m not wearing anything for most of it.

I’m disappointed to be home now, and having to end my nude-streak record by clothes on for the journey home. I’m sitting here now with just a shawl around me and wishing there was someone around to stare.

The Power Of Suggestion


“Let’s start here, shall we?” Pareia said, and she ran the back of her finger gently down Lucia’s neck. Then she blew on the woman’s delicate throat. Helena felt the pleasure that ran through Lucia’s body, and she remembered how it had felt when Pareia had done the same to her.

Pareia smiled at Helena. “I don’t think this will be difficult,” she said, and the young redhead lifted her hands to her neckline and carefully unfastened the top three buttons of her thick, dark blouse. She flapped at the now loose fabric to wash air over her chest and Helena saw that beneath it she was wearing a deep, ruby-red bra. So the passion in her did find some expression at least, albeit to then be covered over again by thick, opaque fabrics.

“You try,” Pareia said to Helena.

Helena stood the other side of Lucia and blew gently into her ear. The young woman closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, and Helena could almost feel the heat burning from inside of her.

“I don’t know how she keeps it all bottled up,” Helena said.

“You managed to,” Pareia said with a wink. She had a point, and Helena knew the conflict that was raging inside Lucia from her own experience.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 20th April


It’s only Saturday lunchtime and this weekend is amazing already! Last night at the office I decided to surprise Kieran, knowing how much he was into these boots, so on the way out I went into the bathroom and took off my dress and put my coat back on over it. Yes, that’s right: I just had a coat and boots. Then I walked back out and had to say goodnight to a couple of people on the way through, because I was wearing almost nothing in the office and could feel my face turning red already.

But of course one of those people had to be Ha, and she was dragging a couple of people to the pub and we were going the same way, and she told me I had to come for a drink. I said I couldn’t because I was meeting someone, and Ha made some joke about my boyfriend being more important than her work friends, and then she leant towards me and said “and if you don’t I’ll tell them what you’re not wearing under that coat”, because she’d already worked it out. The cow! I said “You wouldn’t!” but she just raised her eyebrows, because we both know she would.

So I ended up in the pub, clutching my coat to my chest with a gin and tonic in my hand and Ha kept on saying I might as well take my coat off and I kept on frowning at her, until it became a standing joke, then Helen looked between us and worked out something was going on but hopefully not what.

At least I got out of there quickly and was at Kieran’s by eight. He’d ordered a takeaway and, well, there was a knock at the door just as I was standing in his hallway with my coat on the floor and his arms around me. He dared me to answer it, but that wasn’t going to happen, so the takeaway turned up and I was already nude and we were both gagging for sex but ate dinner instead. I can’t remember a thing I had, but I do remember that Kieran had me for dessert, working magic with his tongue again. I’d wear those boots, and nothing but those boots, every single day of my life if that’s what happened.

Well, I had the most intense orgasm, and we cuddled a bit and he wanted to get started again, because he was like a stick of rock in his trousers. And, guess what? I gave my first blow job in over five years. I hate that word, because it’s not really a job… But last time I did it I didn’t really want to. It wasn’t rape or anything, but looking back I didn’t want to have sex with the guy so I did that instead, rather than make him feel bad by rejecting him. Stupid, because I didn’t enjoy it and it put me off completely.

This time was different, because all the fun was feeling how Kieran reacted to my lips wrapped around his cock. And boy does that thing feel big when it’s in my mouth! I don’t think he’s bigger or smaller than average, and I’ve heard they’re all pretty similar when “inflated” (I know that’s not the right word). But I actually enjoyed it, teasing him and feeling his legs wrap around me as he lost control of himself. He went to put his hand on my neck, and then I’d do something and he’d just go limp (apart from there) and I’d be so completely in control that you wouldn’t believe he was seven or eight inches taller than me.

And to answer the big question: spit or swallow? To be honest, it was a bit of a surprise, so it was either swallow or gag. I didn’t realise that they could all taste different, because last time I ducked out at the first sign of anything happening. But I made such a loud gulping noise, and I think it really turned Kieran on because I almost got stabbed in the throat. I mean: are they sure there’s not a bone in there? I don’t get the physiology of it, but I’m glad it happens.

We cuddled up on the sofa after that, with me still naked (but I took the boots off), and he was too exhausted for more by the time we went to bed. I kind of liked just hanging out nude and not having sex again.

But then I also liked having sex in the morning too. It’s one of the few times that we’re both naked, which makes it sound kind of odd now. Or is it? You tell me.