Masturbation Memories o[F] an Exhibitionist

Masturbation Memories o[F] an Exhibitionist

From my teen years to now, I’ve always loved being seen. I’ve always loved the idea of being seen even more so if I did not know who was watching me.

When I discovered my body as women tend to do growing up, I knew all the right buttons to push and pull and rub and squeeze. Knowing someone could walk in on me brought pleasure that much quicker. Thus began my adventure of private pleasure in public.

My first real thrill was in front of my window. My second story room had a window that was 1 foot tall and four feet wide. It was all the way at the top of the wall because of the way the garage connected to it. I would stand on my bed ass naked, my back to the closed but unlocked door. My face would start as the only visible part and I’d slowly stack up pillows until I could press my breasts against the cold glass. The climb up the window heightened every sensation. My body would turn electric while masturbating knowing anyone could see my tiddies.