Author: midnite_milk

I [F] got my tits out in public…again.

This happened a couple weeks ago. Life had been boring and I was horny, which is enough reason for most of my public play. Besides, I was feeling body confident for the first time in a while and craving the rush of showing off. I pulled on a tight crop top and sweats–the same winning combo I wore in [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/11de7uz/27f_reverse_pizza_darekinda/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)–without a bra or panties, and went to my local Walmart for some miscellaneous shopping. My heart was racing as I strolled casually down the aisles, secretly scoping out a good spot. I didn’t want to be right in front of a camera or scar somebody’s kid…but I wouldn’t mind if a passerby happened to take a peek.

I found my spot and set up my phone. *Pics or it didn’t happen right?* I thought as I adjusted the video frame. My chest heaved with each breath, heat coursing through my body. Every one of my senses felt heightened, my hands shaking slightly even as I took off my jacket. My breasts seemed so obvious, straining against my in my tight top as if asking to be freed. Each nearby footstep or brief conversation sounded impossibly close and loud. But in reality, people strolled by on their own personal grocery missions. If I waited too long, someone might really turn down the aisle. It was now or never. Read more »

[F] When I realized I had an exhibitionist kink…

This story is from a few years ago. After being a good girl for a while, I unexpectedly rekindled my love for public play at a birthday dinner. In real life, I’m self conscious about my body and feel awkward when I try to act/dress sexy. But I went out on a limb this time by wearing a skin tight, low cut dress that clung to my curvier figure and showed off my squeezeable tits and deep cleavage. Even with a bra on, my double D’s were practically bouncing out every time I moved. I had to constantly pull up and readjust. When I complained, my friend told me that I looked great and they were enjoying the view. I felt my body blush, getting hot all over.

While walking around the restaurant or outside at the shops, I noticed men staring at me. Even with their wives or families right there! Some ogled hard and others stole hidden glances, but I could feel their eyes on me even when I wasn’t looking. On my bouncing titties, on my round ass and swaying hips as my heels clacked past them. The ruched fabric clung to every curve and drew the eye as much as it stirred the imagination. It turned me on so much as I tried to act like I didn’t notice. Read more »

I [F] tried out a fun study technique

I’m in school and have a long week packed with assignments, projects, and topped off with an exam at the end. Lucky me, right? Naturally I spend a lot of time in the library, my favorite spot being a corner table up next to a big window. That’s where I was earlier this afternoon, my books and laptop strewn across the table. The soft sunlight blanketed over my brown skin, cozy and warm, and I started to doze off. As the alarm bells of student panic begin to ring, I suddenly got an idea to keep me up.

For some reason during high stress periods, I tend to be hornier (and of course, don’t have the time to do anything about it). But why not use that pent up desire to my advantage? I was wearing one of those cropped tie-up cardigan shirts that come with a matching top. Mine came with a tube top, both in white. It had a cute frilly trim that screamed innocent and adorable…Except for the fact that, due to the nature of my body, I was showing quite a bit of cleavage without even trying. And I wanted to show more. Read more »

I [F] almost got caught flashing in public.

If you follow me, you might know I’m doing edging tasks all week. If not, I’m a friendly girl next door type who gets unbelievably, embarrassingly turned on from showing off and being told what to do, making this challenge the perfect combination. I don’t have anyone willing to tease me the way I want so a girls gotta do what she’s gotta do. Anyways, one of the tasks is to flash in a store. The rules say to only wear 2 items of clothing at a time. A dress counts as 2 pieces, so that’s what I wore.

I picked out a tight dress that compliments my rich brown skin. I’d only worn it once, always feeling like I had to hide my tummy or magically perk up my large breasts. But this time, I let my curvy silhouette exist in its natural form. Surprisingly enough, the dress looked even better. It showed off the lightning stretchmarks I often hid, the curve of my belly, the dimples of cellulite on my ass, all like masterpieces. My shapely waist and hips, which dared not to be a perfect hourglass, were hugged on tightly just the same. Read more »

I [F] went to the gym with no bra or panties

This happened a couple weeks ago. On my way home from work, I get a notice from my apartment complex that the water is shut off due to a maintenance issue. I’m annoyed, but I feel gross and can’t imagine going to bed without a shower. I remember there’s a gym close to job and call them up.

A deep voice answers the phone, asking how he can help, and I explain my situation. “I’ll pay a guest fee if I have to,” I say adamantly. “Take my next paycheck if you want, but I really need a shower.”

He laughs, “Nah, you’re good, I got you. Just come in, I’ll be at the front desk.”

I’m strolling in moments later, a hastily packed bag flung over my arm. The cool air whooshes through my uniform as I look around, marveling at the size and activity of the place. The gym is packed with other people fresh off of work and exercising, running on some special energy I clearly don’t have. The guy at the front desk flashes me a handsome smile as I approach, making the light glint off his nose ring. *Fuck, he’s even cuter than he sounded.* “Hey, you’re the one that called, right?” he says, noting my clothes. I nod. “Did you bring a towel?” Read more »

I [F] let a stranger [M] feel me up at a party

This happened years ago towards the end of uni at a friend’s graduation party. Unlike a lot of girls, I didn’t go buck wild in college, fucking everything in a campus radius (no offense to those who did). I focused on my books, only going out every once in a while, when my friends dragged me. I stayed pretty sweet and innocent, at least on the surface.

At the party, I mostly hung back, sipping on my drink and people watching. Eventually I joined a conversation between some guy I’d never seen before and my friend, chatting casually with them about post grad plans. I took the chance to give him a once over. He was cute—glasses, just a bit heavyset but carried it well, stylishly dressed, natural kinky hair, and nearly a foot taller than me. Read more »