Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 23rd June 2019

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I kissed and made up with Kieran. Of course I was naked while I was doing it too. I did let him stew a bit, and then made him ask for about the tenth time what he’d done wrong, and finally I told him that he had been hassling Ha about getting naked and it had scared her a bit and upset me. I think he realised it was wrong, but sometimes it’s hard to tell.

We didn’t really do much last night but it was nice to be on good terms again.

Oh, and we’re going to arrange the week away with the four of us for July! If Ha is still up for it, because she might still be too mad at Kieran anyway.

Tugging At A Bow

Naked woman with a clothed man in a restaurant
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“You can pretty much get through a whole story in a flight,” her husband said as she moistened her lips with her tongue. Then, his hand took hold of the loop of fabric that tied around the waist of her skirt. He pulled at it, slowly, but without theatrics. She watched as the bow became smaller and smaller and then suddenly popped out of existence. The skirt drooped but its folds remained in place over her lap, but if she stood it would fall to the floor. What was Malcolm doing to her?

Her mouth had become impossibly dry and she reached, gingerly, for her glass. Malcolm’s eyes jumped towards her chest as the top fell away from her breast and he caught sight of the beautiful, pink nipple that he knew so well, but was seeing in a new light today. As Alison sat back the top fell back into place and just about covered her nipple again.

Malcolm rested his hand on Alison’s knee and took another sip from his glass. He was more aroused than he had been for a long time, but he was trying not to let it show. His wife had allowed him to unzip her top, and to untie her skirt. She was sitting there at his mercy.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 21st June 2019

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I went to a meeting with Jo today and asked her how her date was. She said it was okay, but she wasn’t sure if she liked the guy enough. I said it was pretty good that she had her pick, and I wasn’t surprised because she’s such a catch – not even thinking about her age.

I was feeling brave so I asked her if she wanted to go out for a drink after work. I think I was flirting… She said she couldn’t tonight, but made sure I knew it was friends and not a date, but some other time. It made my heart flutter a bit. I’m very weird like that.

I was feeling horny after that so I went home and read some erotic stories and had a good old masturbation session. It’s been a while since I indulged myself and it was fun.

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 20th June 2019

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I bumped into Ellie at the PR company today, for the first time since the naked bike ride. I said hello to her and asked her if she enjoyed it, and then I saw someone’s head turn and realised her work colleagues might not know. She blushed and said it was more fun than she thought it would be. I told her how I hung around for a while later then my friend made me ride home in the nude as well. We had a good laugh about it and I think I’d like to see more of her. (Or maybe her see more of me? lol.)

It Wouldn’t Happen Like That

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“Now imagine,” she said, “Imagine you’re sitting here naked. Just me and you, and everyone else is where they are now. Nobody knows, but you know the waiter is coming back with our coffees in a minute. Hold that fantasy in your mind.”

With that, I saw the waiter approaching from the bar with two espressos. I tried to imagine myself sitting here naked and confident, that we would exchange a glance, that he would look at my body and approve of what he saw, and then he would leave, thinking I was out of his league.

But instead of imagining that, my mind imagined me curling up in the chair with my arms clamped over my chest, and then trying to wrap the table cloth around myself.

The waiter placed our coffees on the table and Elisa thanked him before he left again.

“And?” she said.

“It was… terrifying,” I said, “I would have to hide.” The plotline of my book was going to need a bit of a rethink; sitting confidently in the nude didn’t seem very realistic at all.

Elisa sat back in her chair. “You see?” she said, “I told you that you would not know how it felt. You needed to know that to be able to write about it.”

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