Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 25th April 2020


I diligently did my run with Mel this morning. Or rather, at the same time as Mel, because she still disappears off into the distance. And then I came home to a message from Ana saying it would be nice to have lunch next week. I kind of wonder if she’s going to be laying down some ground rules about what I can and can’t do with Mark! I said I’d love to, although I’m not really sure now. We’ll just have to see.

I’ve ended up spending the rest of the day preparing this work proposal thing to send off to the Belarusian company next Thursday. It feels kind of sad doing work on a Saturday, but at least life’s moving forwards.

Always Take A Map


“Experience has taught me two lessons: 1) If you go for a nude walk, always take a map, and 2) If you leave your clothes hidden somewhere, make sure you can find them again.”

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 24th April 2020


I was kind of surprised Ellie could make it on short notice but we had a few drinks after work.

Being nosey, and somehow feeling like I’m kind of her mentor, I asked loads of questions about: what was it like, is he wild on the inside to make up for being quiet on the outside etc etc. Disappointingly it turns out he’s not, and their sex has been very conventional, and she says it’s not really all she hoped for, but she really likes him so it’ll have to do. That doesn’t sound like a great recipe long term.

Anyway, I told her loads of gossip. Firstly all about Russ and Alison, and she listened with a big open mouth and we wondered how many people everywhere have these secret sex lives that you’d never guess. And I had to admit that I was one of them, although she said she could have guessed that already, but then I told her about Mark and Ana, and she was completely floored. And she also said she was really jealous, not just about how much fun it sounded, but that nobody seemed possessive about each other between us. She said the idea of a threesome sounded like a load of fun but she could never stand Stephen making eyes at another woman, let alone anything else. She knew it was okay with me because we were friends, and I had to ask her if she was suggesting a threesome, and she said definitely not! Which is probably the right choice as Stephen is definitely not the type.

I said I was quite jealous that she and Stephen seemed to be going steady, because I could do with some steadiness in my life right now.

After all that we had some dinner and I was home soon after ten.

Why Was Everyone Else Dressed?


Wearing nothing but a confident smile and the same white stilettos as the previous day, I stepped out from the screen holding my box of clothes. The researcher grinned. I felt more naked than I’d ever felt before as I handed everything over.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “Everyone’s nervous, and you look amazing.” I already knew that, but it was kind of her to try to reassure me.

The assistant pushed the door open for me and I walked through. It closed gently behind me and I heard the lock click.

Taking a deep breath, sucking my stomach in and pushing my chest out I took the last couple of steps into the main room of the office. My head was spinning and then, as I looked around, I thought I must be hallucinating or dreaming: why was everyone else fully dressed?

I’ve had this dream a hundred times before and I wondered if I was about to wake up. Heads began to turn towards me and I felt their eyes on my naked body. I froze and was about to turn and run for the door, but I remembered I’d just heard it lock behind me.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 23rd April 2020


It was a long day at work, putting together the proposal and doing everything else. It feels a waste that the nights are getting longer but so are my working hours!

Oh, but some good news is I got a message from Ellie, and she’s still seeing Stephen, and he’s even “done the deed” as they say, so she’s kind of happy about that. I suggested meeting up for a drink tomorrow evening to gossip so I can’t wait to hear more.

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 22nd April 2020


The meeting went really well, and although I just about recognised the guy who knew me by name I still have no idea whether he saw me during the clothed part of the night or the naked part! It’s not something you can really ask in a work meeting: “Excuse me, but when we met, was I by any chance stark nude?” Anyway, we’ve got to put some proposals to them, so that’s my next week of work carved out (on top of everything else).

I was really tired by the time I got to Pilates this evening, but somehow it’s kind of invigorating.

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 21st April 2020


The builders are starting next Monday so that’s when I’m moving in with Ha and Lily. Hopefully just for the week, because I don’t really like living in someone else’s house. Also, I can’t wait to bring Mark back to mine again, and I won’t be able to do that if I’m staying there. I really don’t think they’d like a man in their place.

I’ve spent half of today preparing for the meeting with the new prospect tomorrow with Jo. It’s still on my mind that they might only know me from a nude appearance at a party!

Bare Skin Against PVC


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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