Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 17th November 2019


Well at least I had something random to change my day today. I was heading out to the supermarket when the woman opposite came out of her door. I waved, because we’ve seen each other enough across the street by now, and we’ve even seen each other naked, for God’s sake, and she waved back, and then like she had a sudden idea she crossed over to me.

Her name is Alison, and she was really nice. But she said we’d seen each other so much (but didn’t refer to the nude bit) and it was a shame that nobody knew their neighbours so how about I come over for afternoon tea later. I said sure, because I literally couldn’t care less about what I do with my day at the moment.

Anyway, I went over at four and knocked on the door, and I was let in by the guy, the one I’ve seen walking around naked a couple of times. He smiled and said his name was Russ, and we shook hands very gently, and he led me inside.

Alison was sitting on the sofa and looking a little more formal than I’d have expected, in a nice skirt and blouse and make-up that put me to shame a little, because I was in trousers and a top and very much without make-up. I noticed Russ was quite smartly dressed too, in trousers and a shirt. I wondered if I’d misread the tone of the afternoon, or perhaps they were the religious type who got really dressed up for Sundays.

Anyway, Alison got me to sit next to her, and we chatted about random things while Russ went off and made tea.

Ten minutes later he came back with tray, some cakes, a teapot, milk, spoons, and everything, and only two cups. I was too curious not to ask why there weren’t three and Alison said he was okay, he’d have something later.

But he remained standing nearby – not sitting – and not joining in the conversation. At some point I had to probe and said I wasn’t sure if the two of them were together and Alison said “we are” and then added “kind of” and then another pause and said “I guess most people would say: yes, we are”, and that didn’t clear it up much either.

Still, as I thought earlier, Alison was nice, but if I wanted anything else it was Russ that got it, and Russ that poured the tea, and Russ that put a pastry on my plate and handed it to me. But it was never Russ that spoke.

I was there for about ninety minutes before I thought I’d probably stayed long enough, and I couldn’t tell if they wanted me to leave, but Alison said goodbye from the sitting room and said it was really nice to meet me and hear about my work, and she’d really like to have me over again, maybe in a couple of weeks for tea again. I said it would be nice, which it might be, even if a bit weird, and then Russ showed me to the door.

It was all a bit strange. And then to top it off I got home, made dinner, and before I went to bed I sacked my dominatrix. (i.e. texted Mel to say I didn’t think I should come to hers any more).

What a week.


Naked woman drinking wine with clothed woman

“We celebrated our first anniversary the same way we started our first date, when Lola saw me naked in the changing room and asked me if I wanted to head out for a glass of wine.”

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 16th November 2019


I couldn’t face Mel so I bailed on park run too. Even she’s policing me now, though, as I got a text message just before it was due to start asking if I was on my way. I replied later saying I still wasn’t feeling great. I also feel like I should stop going to see her on Mondays. Maybe I’ll tell her tomorrow. I mean, it wouldn’t be unreasonable, and I can say I’m just not comfortable with where things were going, don’t blame yourself, it’s not you it’s me blah blah blah.

I got a message from Ellie too asking if I wanted to meet up this weekend. I’ve pretended I haven’t seen it yet.

Trusting In Just A Belt


Oh dear, Susan thought to herself, bad Susan. No Susan. And then she started chuckling. Because if no-one could see them… why wear them at all?

“Are you having fun in there? Dare I ask?…” Marian’s voice came from outside.

“Just buttoning up!” Susan lied, standing still naked. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she picked up her old knickers and bra and shoved them into the flip-top bin in the corner of the changing room. She looked herself in the eye in the mirror. “You’re really doing this,” she whispered, and picked up the coat, put her arms in the sleeves, and carefully buttoned up all but the top two and the bottom two buttons. With the belt tied it was secure, and she looked down at her old shoes. Not long for you now, she thought as she slipped them on, wishing she could take Marian’s stilettoes instead.

Susan examined herself briefly in the mirror. Nothing appeared different from the way she had looked when she came in. She could just as well be wearing underwear, a low-cut top and a short skirt… She could be, but she wasn’t.

Read the rest of the story in Changing Rooms

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 15th November 2019


I turned down all offers of drinks and evenings out today and said I was meeting other friends. Although I couldn’t lie to Ha and just said I’d had a busy few weeks and needed some time to recoup, which is the truth.

So I’m sitting here in the nude, not really getting a kick out of it at all, surfing the web and trying to get turned on by erotic stories. It’s not really working so I think it’s an early night.

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 14th November 2019


I’m doing what so many people do in times of trouble: burying myself in my work. I took Tim to meet a new client today, because he’ll be working on their accounts, and I wanted to see what he was like in a meeting. On the way back I asked him if he’d worked out where he thought we’d met yet and he turned bright red and said it was a mistake and we definitely hadn’t. It was really weird.

Exhibitionist Diary – Wednesday 13th November 2019


I pulled myself together for “real” Pilates this evening. It seemed so pedestrian. I don’t know why, but it feels like I’ve stepped back into a completely normal world again, and the world I left was only a dream anyway. Sitting in chains and cuffs on a stool in Mel’s kitchen seems a lifetime away and it was only ten days.

Also, I haven’t even had to think about breaking Mel’s rule about not masturbating, because I haven’t felt like it at all.