Exhibitionism

When I saw the man hiding among the bushes, it was already too late to cover myself... and worse, I didn’t want to.

I took off my underwear before leaving, and when the car filled up, I knew I wouldn’t get off the subway the same way I’d boarded it.

The windows were fogged, I was still on all fours, and he already knew my body would never forget its first time being entered that way.

At first there were only clumsy kisses and caresses over clothing; then he began asking me to let him watch me and show more and more.

She was sucking me in the back seat when I heard his voice beside the window; instead of pulling away, she kept going, hotter than before.

At two in the morning, I raised the blind in my underwear—and my neighbor across the street was already waiting with the light on.

Every morning I pretended to look at her face, but I lived for her tits; the day she spoke to me, I knew there was no turning back.

The cashier gave me a strange look as she rang up the cucumbers, carrot, and eggplant. She had no idea where they’d end up a few hours later.

When I lowered the shutter, she already knew they were watching her—and instead of being frightened, she asked me not to turn on all the lights.

That night I went into the hotel thinking about work, but ended up confessing what has always gotten me wet: being watched, recorded, and fucked without shame.

The second time, she didn’t emerge from the shadows to shout or run away: she came out with her dress open and said she’d been waiting for me for weeks.

I went without panties, thinking I’d only watch, but one hand between my thighs was enough to leave me exposing myself and fucking in front of everyone.

I took off my bikini beneath the water to turn myself on, but I hadn’t counted on a man in my lane getting too close.

I thought we were only going to kiss after the party, until I saw another woman undressing a few steps away and decided not to back down.

I had spent months watching her through the window, but the day she knocked on my door, I realized she had been waiting for me too.

I had barely closed the door when he turned me around, blindfolded me, and ordered me to obey without asking a single question.

When I saw the jogger stop by the open door, I knew we wouldn’t stop; she was already far too turned on to pretend at modesty.

It began with absurd orders at the office and ended with me spread for clients, strangers, and unforgettable parties.