Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 25th December 2018

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I don’t really have presents to open, but I have some to take around to my mum’s. My brother’s turning up with his wife and their little ‘un, which is okay for a short while but I’m going to have had enough by the end of the day.

The best thing that happened this morning was a “Happy Christmas. See you Friday?” message from Kieran.

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.

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 18th December 2018

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I can’t believe the lack of a message from someone I’ve barely met is distracting me from all the fun I should be having today. Anyway, I picked another dress out, and wore boots and short socks, and was pleased with myself for keeping the number of items of clothing down again. (Maybe I should set myself a target of reducing by one each week?… Hmmm, that would mean naked by New year? That would be fun, but not practical.)

Anyway, I wonder if the start-up is getting used to me now, or maybe I was just giving off bad vibes.