Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 6th April 2020

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After a long day of accounting in the office, I headed to Mel’s… for accounting. Except this time it was accounting with my legs tied at the ankles and knees and my wrists bound together again. It really makes it hard to work efficiently, and then I start feeling turned on by it, and then it makes it even harder to concentrate. So as a consequence I didn’t finish everything and barely even caught up on the past few weeks.

Then when an hour or so had passed Mel came and chatted to me, talking about the previous Sunday and saying how proud she was of what I’d done. It made me feel so good inside! Maybe whatever she’s doing with me is working after all. But she reminded me to check against my personal objectives so I could report back next week, and I realised I need to stay on top of things to keep in her good books.

Socks Off. And The Rest.

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“Socks?” she said, “Really?” I laughed. It wasn’t so strange to be wearing socks!

She rolled up my trouser leg an inch and pulled at my sock, tugging it off my raised foot, and then performed the same routine with the other leg.

I remained standing and she unzipped my jeans and hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled down. I had the second surprise in as many minutes as I realised she was taking my knickers with them.

“I…” I began to protest.

“Sssh,” she said, “We need to start from the ground up.”

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.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 5th April 2020

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I did the chores today, all blissfully nude. I even went and put the washing out nude and tried not to look around to check if anyone saw me. I doubt if they did, but it felt nice to be outside with a bit of sun on my skin. I guess that’s my next challenge: getting nude outdoors more often. I’ll have to look up the date of the naked bike ride. Last year the holiday at the cottage with Kieran, Ha and Lily was a lot of fun and I had that canal walk and I can’t see anything similar happening this year.

At some point this afternoon, while I was ironing naked in the front room, I looked across the street and saw Russ doing exactly the same thing. It would have been weird to wave, and it was a bit weird that we just pretended to ignore each other. I couldn’t really tell from here but I’m pretty sure he didn’t have a hard-on when he started but he did by the end, so maybe I still have some effect on men, even if they won’t come and talk to me when I sit naked in a pub!

I did remember to get in contact with a builder, though. And now I’m wondering if I should take Ha up on the offer to stay at hers too.

Receptionist

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“Even a nudist hotel needs a receptionist and I thought: why not? But I forgot that I’d also be the one answering the front door.”

Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 4th April 2020

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The park run this morning felt good, and it actually feels like Spring! Mel was in a good mood too.

Then on the way back I bumped into Alison at the end of the road. She was alone and said we hadn’t done anything for a while so we must catch up. For some reason I suggested coming over to mine for dinner next weekend, which she said sounded nice, and now I’m not sure why I suggested it. I can’t invite anyone else because I don’t know what’s going to happen, and it is going to be a bit weird if it’s just the pair of them.

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 3rd April 2020

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What a mad week. I called it a day at 7pm, came through the door, stripped down to nothing and ordered a takeaway and had a glass of wine. And then when the takeaway came I gave the guy a treat and didn’t bother getting dressed to open the door. I can’t even imagine doing that two years ago, but it was only a bit of a buzz rather than feeling like a big deal. So much has happened.

Looking Good In Heels

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Наташа by Ilya Golovin 🇷🇺

I looked down at my feet and shoes. I did have nice feet, and the thin stilettos did set my legs off nicely.

“That’s why I stay barefoot as well,” Natasha continued, “Can you imagine what I’d look like in those heels? The boys would think I was begging for it.”

Natasha had a point. Somehow, she was just naked, or nude, or whatever she might want to call it, but it wasn’t like a stripper was nude. She was sexual, but not just sexual. It’s hard to explain, but somehow sexuality wasn’t what defined her nakedness.

“But you must get guys chatting you up all the time?” I asked her, and that brought another of those quizzical head tilts. I translated to American in my head and rephrased it. “Hitting on you,” I added.

“Oh, well, sometimes,” Natasha answered, “But most of them are too scared. I mean: where do you start? As long as boys don’t get into a pack-hunting frame of mind then I’m fine, and, as I said, people here are friends of friends. And besides,” she added, “I usually mention my boyfriend Martin over there.” A nod of her head indicated a towering figure with a stereotypical American football player build across the room. “And that puts them off the idea pretty quickly.” She giggled and it was obvious she quite enjoyed handling the reactions her nudity provoked.

“And he doesn’t mind, everyone seeing you?…” I asked her.

Natasha shook her head. “Not at all, or at least he says he doesn’t, and he knows he has to accept me as I am. And I was fully dressed when we first met too, so it’s not like this is a thing he’s into or anything weird like that.” I couldn’t help thinking it was something weird already, but I wasn’t sure that I should think that.

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