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I woke up this morning knowing that I was going to need some "me" time before going into the office. I took my time showering - reveling in the luxuriously steamy hot water, carefully shaving my legs and vagina. The heat was working wonders on my body and was slowly massaging my tensions away, exactly the remedy I was looking for. Reluctantly, I ended my reverie and stepped out into the cool air, my nipples immediately hardening at the change in temperature. After toweling off and caressing lotion onto my now entirely smooth body, I made myself a hot cup of Colombian coffee and, despite the chill in the air, sat out on my back patio wearing only my short, black, silk robe. Though the air was cool, it provided a pleasant assault in my senses. Goosebumps shivered up my arms and legs, my already stiff nipples poked themselves into further prominence, and as the birds chirped in the surrounding trees, I relaxed and surrendered myself over to the myriad of sensations waving over me. How pleasant it was to simply feel for a while - the cool of the air, the heat of the coffee, my almost painfully erect nipples, and the slow, radiating warmth developing between my legs. Today will be a day of secret pleasure, the kind only a keen and adventurous exhibitionist can enjoy. |
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Feeling a bit lost and conflicted today. Thus, I have decided to take my afternoon lunch and sit at a park, laptop in hand. My black skirt is tight and short, and as I cross my legs, right over left, it rides higher up on my thigh. My right heel dangles on my foot as I make myself as cozy as I can on this hard, paint-peeled picnic bench. I'm thinking of my desires, of my longing to be controlled, to nourish my submissive and exhibitionistic side. Yet I feel so alone. A girl cannot take this journey without a Master to guide her way.
In my distress, I'm feeling a bit more daring. I peek left and right and decide that it is safe for my red thong panties to be taken off and stuffed in my purse for the day. Quickly I fumble the straps down my legs into my waiting leather handbag, hoping no one saw me and yet hoping the entire park has seen me. A constant dilemma of the exhibitionist. I'm feeling that familiar thrill coursing through me, something to numb the anxiety. And exhibitionism is medicine to me. A natural adrenaline agent to help me forget whatever woes are currently nagging at my psyche.
I take a deep breath of semi-fresh air. It will have to do. With all the motivation I can muster, I pick myself up, head to my car, and will drive back into my office world...red thong panties tucked safely in my purse. |
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