Exhibitionism

That hard bulge on the train didn’t just touch my ass; it opened a door I’ve never been able to close.

No one had ever sucked my cock in front of so many people. And the worst was still to come: what that shameless redhead would do to me at the last cove.

When the beach was nearly empty, her hand slid down my stomach, and I realized that last swim wouldn’t end as an innocent game.

I accepted his dinner invitation out of necessity, but when he parked in the darkness, I knew he didn’t want to touch me—he wanted to watch me lose my inhibitions.

I pretended to be drunk in the back seat, but when that stranger slipped his hand beneath my skirt, I stopped acting.

I closed the door, put on my shortest dress, and decided to obey every rule that aroused me—even if I ended up trembling alone on the sofa.

I went upstairs to the bathroom with one of them, never imagining I’d leave trembling, satisfied, and still burning all over.

My husband came home from the bar with a strange smile, a number in his pocket, and a dirty idea that left me soaked before he touched me.

I put on the dress he chose, and when I felt the stares fixed on my ass, I understood why my husband was turned on by exhibiting me.

When she lifted her skirt on the highway and let the truckers watch, I knew this trip would be anything but innocent.

The air conditioning was broken, and the sweat was showing through my blouse. When I looked up, he was already staring at me in the rearview mirror.

When he slipped something warm into my hand after returning from the bathroom, I realized my red thong had come back with a secret that would ruin the rest of my night.

We’d spent years brushing against each other under the excuse of family affection. Once the door closed and we were alone, I put on my skimpiest bikini and lit a joint.

We'd spent years getting naked without crossing the line, until a drunken shower by the beach turned those looks into something much dirtier.

I only wanted them to stop ignoring me, even if getting there meant standing in front of everyone and letting them laugh while they watched me.

She made it clear from the moment she sat beside me that she wasn’t planning to pay with money, and when she asked me to stop at the park, I understood why.

I closed the apartment door, leaned against the wood, and knew I’d be awake for a long time. I needed to touch myself and wanted to take my time.

I only meant to look at the marquee, but ended up on my knees between the seats, his cock in my mouth as the screen lit us halfway.

I went to the mall looking for a new costume. I ended up masturbating in a dressing room and facing a villainess who froze me at the worst possible moment.

What began as an absurd game between boss and subordinate changed when she saw me naked and smiled—and I knew I was no longer in charge.