Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 25th January 2020

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It was a drizzly park run this morning, but I got through it. Mel waited for me at the finish and asked me if I was doing anything tomorrow evening. Since I’m never doing anything and I wanted to keep Mel happy I said I was available to do whatever she wanted. She said to be at her place at six o’clock, and in a change to the normal rules of her apartment I was to wear what I’d worn at the New Year’s party. I said “You mean the little black dress?” and she said “Of course not! I mean what you eventually ended up in.” Which means I’m turning up in underwear and heels and stockings and I’m already looking forward to it. I wonder if she’s having another party? Sunday night seems to be an odd time for a party but I can’t think what else it might be.

I was feeling like going out shopping to buy more lingerie (as if anyone sees it!) but then I checked my drawers and found I had some from last year that I’ve still barely worn. And to think that I bought them trying to impress Kieran! What a wasted effort that was.

It did trigger another thought, though, so I finally messaged Sarah and asked her if she had contact details for Mark. I tried to make it sound casual but I’m sure she knew exactly what’s going on.

Mingling

Naked woman at a cafe table
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“The revelation wasn’t so much that I was okay with featuring in a nude performance piece, but that I was starting to enjoy hanging out with the audience in the cafe after the show.”

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 24th January 2020

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Everyone’s de-toxxing at this time of year so Friday nights are very quiet, so I just came home, got naked and wandered around the flat. And strangely, I realised it’s been a week since I masturbated at all, which is funny given how bursting I was before Mel let me, so I saw to that too. With the curtains closed, I might add, because I don’t want things to take a funny turn with Alison and Russ.

Is Sex Getting Boring?

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“Take me, for example,” she said, “How do you think I can judge what is good to publish?” She smiled at me, not expecting an answer. “Do you think I do it by locking myself in my office and having boring sex?”

I blushed at the idea. I wasn’t used to talking so frankly, which, frankly, didn’t bode well for my writing.

Elisa leaned forwards and looked me in the eyes. “Do I look like I have boring sex?”

My mouth opened to make a noise but nothing came out, but she certainly didn’t look like a woman who had boring sex. Her semi-open blouse, delicate jewellery and a figure-hugging skirt with a split high up a stockinged thigh told me that her sex was anything but boring. I suddenly felt very plain and dowdy in my buttoned cotton dress with its flowery pattern.

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Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 23rd January 2020

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I had lunch with Ha today and couldn’t help but tell her about the naked bike ride photos that I’d found of us both. She was really embarrassed about it, but I guess it’s to be expected as there are so many mobile phones with cameras around. I didn’t tell her how I found the photos but then I realised I’d made a mistake when she asked where they were – because if I told her and she created an account and logged she’d find all the other pictures of me on there. Which would be a bit embarrassing plus, as I said, in case she is in touch with Kieran I don’t want to mess up any friendship they still have any more because it was obvious that the photos came from him.

Anyway, instead of telling her I had to go to the site on my phone, log in, and then waved the picture at her. Then I read out some of the comments (that didn’t mention my photos elsewhere!) and teased her that there might be good money in it if she wanted to be in more photos.

She actually seemed a bit worried about work finding out, but I don’t think the naked bike ride is a big deal. I’ve got a lot more to worry about with all of my photos on there – and I’m responsible for some of them!

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 21st January 2020

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I had my catch-up lunch with Jo (in the role of mentor!) today. I didn’t really have much to say from the last talk, but said I was reading a lot more about corporate tax law and would keep an eye out for opportunities. Jo said again that she wasn’t convinced about this direction within the company, but she’d help me with whatever I did.

Then we got onto gossiping as I asked her about her relationship. It still seemed to be going okay (but slowly) and they saw each other a couple of times a week, and sometimes he even stayed over! But she said she liked her independence, especially now she was in her forties, and couldn’t really imagine having to live with someone else just yet.

I always end these sessions somewhat besotted with Jo: she’s so smart, so confident, and still so damn sexy, regardless of her age! And I’m also jealous that her life is so well sorted while I don’t even have a good prospect on the horizon.

Coming Out Of My Shell

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“Stand up.” I did as I was told. She began to unfasten my belt and then looked down at my feet. I’d kicked my trainers off when I’d come into her house, out of habit, although I guess it wasn’t necessary since Lisa was wearing her boots indoors.

“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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