I’m an exhibitionist. It’s taken me a long time to admit that to myself, but it’s true. I like walking around my apartment with no blinds, cleaning in the buff.
I think my enjoyment of being naked in front of others, or just the thought of strangers seeing me, relates to my earlier days of feeling body shame. It was nothing to be ashamed of, but it took me many years to feel that intrinsically. I don’t know a woman who hasn’t or doesn’t struggle with body image issues.
Now that I’m comfortable showing myself off to lovers and strangers, I look for and recognize opportunities to do so. It doesn’t take much more than a little imagination and creativity.
A few months ago an ex-boyfriend, who I consider one of my closest friends now, was telling me he was throwing a 70s-themed bachelor party for a friend, complete with a stripper. I joked that I would love to be that girl, and before you know it we were working out the details.
The party would be full of people I didn’t know, who ran in completely different circles, and the venue was in a different city. These factors were important to me for privacy. I wouldn’t die if someone knew what I did, but I just didn’t want it broadcast within my immediate group of family and friends (even exhibitionists have rules!)
I didn’t go full nude, but opted for sparkly pasties and a silver thong. It was so fun that for a few weeks I thought of starting my own strip-o-gram business.
My latest adventure has me posing nude for local life-drawing classes. I’d taken these myself in art college, so I had an understanding of the poses and how things went. I remember students talked about the models, their bodies, and their attraction to said bodies outside of class.
I’m posing for adults in a continuing-ed program, and it’s exhilarating. Dropping the robe is such a rush! It’s difficult posing for long stretches of time, but every class I think WOW, I can’t believe I used to be ashamed of anyone seeing my naked body!
A couple of the students have even given me their sketches to take home, souvenirs if you will, and one talented older gentleman even asked me out. I said no, but he is very sexy… maybe when the term ends, and there’s no conflict of interest. I can already feel his wet paintbrush running over my body, his wet mouth between my legs.
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