Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 5th September 2019

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I got a message from Susan again today. She’s the one I bumped into earlier this year, and then I saw her late in May, and now I get the feeling that she tags every single person she knows in a calendar and gets in touch with them every three months. (I’m such a bad person… she’s only being friendly and keeping in touch, I know, and if it wasn’t for people like that I wouldn’t have any friends.)

So suddenly I’m going to a small ex-work reunion on Saturday night. At least it gives me something to do over the weekend, because yet again I don’t have any plans of my own. (So thanks Susan and sorry I was just moaning about your efficiency!)

My Mind Paints A Picture

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She put her hand on my forearm. I felt the hairs stand on end. “Exactly!” she said, “And most of the critics are men who can only think of sex, sex, sex when they see a naked woman.” She paused. “And they can think that if they like. I don’t mind. Most of them can’t help it, but if they at least try to understand what they are seeing and how they are reacting to it, then I can forgive them.”

I felt it was too early to ask her about her relationships. From what I had managed to find out, there had been very few of them, and they’d been short-lived and from a time before her nude performances began.

“But to those who see you…,” I said, “If you don’t mind me saying, you have an amazing body, and you wear sexy red shoes, bright red lipstick and dark eye make-up and, for most men, the only time they see a naked – sorry, nude – woman who looks like you do is only in pornography.”

Mia waved a finger at me as if she were about to contradict me. “Yes! Exactly! But you are wearing lipstick, are you not? And eye make-up? And dainty high heels too?”

“Well, yes, but I’m… I’m not naked.”

Mia smiled the smile that I was beginning to learn meant that the discussion was going exactly the way she planned it. “And what do you think clothes are for, eh? To keep warm, yes. Maybe in Finland. And in the UK too, no? But in Spain? Spain is so often too hot. No, clothes are not for warmth. We wear clothes to make ourselves look more attractive. I look at you in your trousers and your blouse and I can imagine the curve of your hips and your narrow waist and your soft yet pert breasts with their small pink nipples. Or maybe brown. I have no idea whether you have those things or not, but what my mind does not do is fill in these missing details with sagging and folds of fat. No, it paints a very pretty picture, imagining what you might look like naked.”

Read the rest of Interview With An Artist, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 3rd September 2019

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So I started teasing Ellie on Messenger by reminding her about her “promise”. I know it wasn’t really a promise, but it was close enough, and maybe if I don’t let up then she really will cave and end up naked. I’m sure she’d be glad if she did.

Anyway, as I’ve told her, I have more pressure in making food that’s anywhere near as good as Ha and Lily do. I’ve got over a week to think about it, but I’m not suddenly going to become an amazing cook in that time.

Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 2nd September 2019

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Ha asked me today when would be good for a next dinner to invite Ellie around. It’s been three weeks now so I guess we’re overdue! I messaged Ellie and she said she couldn’t do this weekend but maybe the weekend after, so I told Ha and she said that it was my turn to host anyway so I’d have to arrange it! That sounds like pressure, because I’m nowhere near as good a cook as she is.

Exhibitionist Diary – Sunday 1st September 2019

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September already! Not long before we’ll start seeing Christmas junk up in the shops.

I went out for a longer run this morning. I’ve been keeping it up a bit these past few months, but with Kieran staying over a lot, or me around there, I’ve not even been doing it every month. I can feel the little roll around my midriff is starting to come back so I need to put an end to that if I’m going to find myself a new boyfriend! Or maybe I should just not care and they can either take me or leave me as I am… yeah, like men are really that discerning.

It’s weird that I’d like someone who’s happy being around me while I’m naked a lot, but I get the feeling that I can’t really come straight out with that or I’m very likely to end up with the wrong type.

Maybe I should take a leaf out of Jo’s book and start looking for my first cat. She’s only, what, fifteen years older than me? If I start my collection now I could have a dozen by the time I’m her age.