[f] Embracing your voyeuristic side.

I’ve used this site, this anonymity to explore an honest side of myself. I’ve pushed myself to be painfully honest with every single word I’ve written on here and have felt real embarrassment because of it. I felt real embarrassment because of you. Because you are real right now and you get to see everything I lay out and I can’t stop you from judging me for it.

I’m going to continue to force myself to be as honest as I can be. I’m going to force myself right now to let you picture me whether I really want you to see me or not.

You get to peer through the window at me right now. You get to see me sitting in this black computer chair while typing this. You get to see my short sleeve purple button up top with a bit of white along the collar. You get to see my blonde hair up in a pony tail. You get to see my black pants with a bit of brown dog hair on them. You get to see my plain black flats and my blindingly pale arms.

Are you hoping I’ll turn around? I will if you want. I’ll turn to face you so you can see how green my eyes are. You can see a few brown freckles along my cheeks. Should I stand up? Do I even really have a choice at this point?

I guess I have to let you see. I have to swallow my pride and unbutton my top. I have to let it fall to the ground and let you see my black bra contrasted against my pale stomach. I don’t get to make myself sound like a model on here, I can’t sugar coat it. You get to see my loose skin around my belly button. Even around my upper arms my skin isn’t the most tight. You get to see that my arms have countless light brown freckles running along them.

I can feel my cheeks going flush as I’m being way too honest with you right now, but I have to keep going. I have to reach behind my back and unhook my bra for you. I have to deal with the embarrassment from seeing your face when I pull it away and let my D cup breasts fall against my chest. I’m not 22, they aren’t perky and I know that’s not what you wanted to see. I have to keep myself from shaking while you look me over. I have to let you see how light pink my areolas are contrasted with my small dark pink nipples.

Do I have to continue? I guess I have to move on and unbutton the top of my black pants and pull them down unceremoniously. I have to stand there while you look at me, while you see my blue panties with a lacy design along the waist band. You see how pale my legs are. You see how they aren’t toothpicks. They don’t leave me with a gap and I hate that it makes me self conscious. But you still get to stand there and look me up and down. You get to smirk or laugh as I peel my panties off. You get to see how light blonde my bush is. You get to know that I haven’t shaved in a while. It’s not even shaped, it’s just lazy and I know that. And I have to stand there and let you see how thin and light pink my lips are.

Do I really have to turn around for you though? I don’t need you to see. I don’t need you to look at how flat my ass is. At how the skin isn’t as tight or smooth as I want.

Is that an intimate enough look at me for you? Do you get satisfaction from knowing how unbelievably difficult this was for me?

Real and flawed for your entertainment,

Sarah

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/bj67kb/f_embracing_your_voyeuristic_side