It was my first Christmas on my own, and I was excited. At 25, I had had many Christmases, but I had always been living somewhere else – my parents’ house, college dorms, crowded apartments, and one short-lived stint at a girlfriend’s condo – but never on my own. Now I was a grown-up, I had a decent job and a small house that I shared with my German Shepherd Rusty. As Christmas came near I was excited to buy all the things I would need to decorate my house, so I started with a fresh tree. As I was looking at overpriced ornaments at the local Hallmark store, I decided that I would keep it simple; I would only buy seven ornaments this year, one for each of the women I had been with.
Tag: Exhibitionist
An inappropriate relationship with my step-dad…pt 2 [FM]
*This is part of a series of stories that have to do with a very inappropriate relationship I had with my step-dad during the summer between my Sophomore and Junior year in college. You can read part one [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hvg2c/an_inappropriate_relationship_with_my_stepdadpt_1/). To be clear, I’m not into incest, I don’t have daddy issues, and I don’t call anyone daddy (not even my dad!). It’s something I hadn’t thought about in a long time but a recent conversation brought it back to light and just seemed like it was interesting enough to share here.*
After my mom got home, I went to my room and didn’t plan to come out of it for the rest of the night. It was fairly early, but I wasn’t interested in having any sort of interaction with her. I changed into a black slip that I usually slept in at the time (nothing else underneath), got into bed, and started reading (sorry, don’t remember what book I was reading at the time). An hour passed, then two, then three, and eventually, the lights in the house were all out except for a small glow from the hallway that came from Paul’s office. I continued reading my book and a short while later there’s the softest of knocks on my door.
[F] That girl you know from work
My first post, so be gentle please. This is just a first attempt at writing my stories so feedback is appreciated.
Imagine you know me from work. I’m just your average 21 old. I work third shift, I go to work everyday. I pay my bills, I hang out with friends. On the outside i seem like everyone else.
But what you don’t know is that during our start of shift meeting I’m squirming in my seat. Why? Because i can’t wait to disappear too the bathroom and finger myself. I get off on being naughty at work. And everywhere else too, but that’s a story for another time. I slip out of the meeting, disappear into the bathroom this time. I undo my pants and slide my hand into my panties, and i go to town. Sometimes I bring a toy or I’m wearing vibrating panties, but my fingers do the job for me tonight. I have to hurry so I basically pound my fingers inside my self and bring myself to a quick orgasm. Maybe I’m addicted to the thrill, maybe I’m a exhibitionist. I don’t know, but I love it. I can feel myself building. I bite my lip and clamp a hand over my mouth so no one hears me. I start imagining you touching me. Maybe your the cute guy that I’ve been flirting with all week, who’s cock I can almost feel pounding me rough and fast. Or maybe you’re the shy new girl who I swear i caught checking me out last night. I feel the crescendo coming, I’m barely able to stand it. Finally, I cum. Not earth shaking, but hard enough to make my legs shake. I pull my hand out of my jeans and suck my juices of my fingers, wishing it was a cock. I straighten my panties out, button my pants, take a second to catch my breath and head out.
Public Blowjob at South Beach [mf] [oral] [exh] [mast]
When she was a teenager, she snuck out of her house to meet her boyfriend in the park. Thing was, they lived in New York City, so the “park” was just a neighborhood playground with a few benches and tons of apartments surrounding it.
Her boyfriend slid his hand down her pants and fingered her until she orgasmed, not realizing that she had attracted a small crowd. After her boyfriend tiptoed back into his own apartment, Kathy was left alone to regroup after an outdoor orgasm.
She looked up and saw a few people looking on. She couldn’t she their faces, she only knew they had been watching her boyfriend get her off in public.
This seemed hotter to her than anything else that had happened that evening and she knew right away—she was an exhibitionist.
A few nights later, she returned to the park and masturbated, making the same noises she’d made with her boyfriend. The same figures appeared in their windows to watch. When she finished, she’d skip home feeling a rush of excitement.
Kathy always found herself in situations where there might be one or two onlookers, but the more she fooled around in public, the more she craved.
Sex In The Pit [Mf][exh]
So, this is a “what if” fantasy that seems like it could have happened. With today’s climate, I didn’t feel comfortable taking the move that the girl in the story seemed to hope I would have made–one that she was obviously inviting. I haven’t been able to get my missed chance out of my head and needed to write about it. I’ll mark where the fantasy departs from the truth with an X. You can judge if I blew it or not.
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As part of marking a milestone birthday celebration (let’s just say I could have been the age of the girl’s father), I decided that I wanted to do something I had been too embarrassed to do in the past: embrace my pop-loving heart and go to a certain big star’s concert. The stars aligned and not only was I able to score tickets when they went on sale, but I got a special package that allowed me to enter early so I could be sure to see the show near the front of the stage.
My Beach Story (MF, Exhib, Voy, Public Sex)
Hi, I’m James, a closet exhibitionist, 33 year old married male, and father of three. I love my wife Jessica, and have never had the desire to be unfaithful to her, however she doesn’t know my secret, nor would she approve. Sure, she knows that I get a kick out of being naked, she’s always having to tell me to get dressed around the house. I always try to get her to run around the backyard with me in the nude, but she never agrees to, not even at night. I know that deep down, she has a sexual deviant in her, but she rarely lets her inhibitions down low enough for it to escape.
Jessica loves the beach, and we try to go as often as we can, since we only live about an hour and a half away. Usually we’ll take the kids and make a day out of it, but sometimes we’ll leave the kids at home (the oldest is old enough to be in charge for a few hours), and we’ll go by ourselves. On one such trip we were walking down the beach looking for seashells. It was overcast and had been drizzling all morning, so there was hardly anybody on the beach, and we were having an enjoyable time walking back and forth looking for cool things. It was early fall, so the water was pretty warm, and eventually I talked her into going for a swim with me.
My Story (M-Solo, exhib)
Hi, I’m James. I am a 33 year old man living a pretty normal life. I’m not overly attractive, I’m 5’11”, about 200LBS with a slight gut, brown hair, eyes, and beard. I’m married with three children; I’m college educated and work in IT. I go to church most Sundays and even participate on occasion. Nobody there knows my secret, that I am a closet exhibitionist!
I first discovered this excitement when I was about 10. I had the only room in the basement, with a window that was about level with the outside ground. I found that if I climbed on my dresser, I could take out the screen and crawl through the window into our side-yard that was not visible from anywhere else in the house. I was too young to have any real reason to sneak out my bedroom window, however I used to lock my door, strip off my clothes and climb through the window naked. The thrill I got of being outside completely nude was exhilarating! I was terrified yet thrilled at the prospect of being discovered, and quickly realized that I ached to be seen, but not by anybody that I knew, and definitely not caught.
The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral]
I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.
You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.
At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.
By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched.
Zero, One, Two, Three [MFF] [exh] [voy] [mast]
She let him into their lives. Well, technically, she only let him into her life. She didn’t tell her wife about him. Not yet at least. For the time being he was her little secret and she wanted to see where this pen pal thing was going. She was an erotica writer and he was an erotica writer too. But what she wrote and what he wrote were two very different things. She liked writing about men screwing women, one-on-one, two-on-one, the more the merrier. He liked writing about sex for one, self-pleasure, masturbation, especially mutual masturbation. They both liked writing about their sexual fantasy land where anything could happen and anything did happen, all day long.
That’s before he started the 0, 1, 2, 3 game with her. He got a gig writing for a reality TV show and he needed a muse, someone to play his unusual sex game. He explained the set-up ever so carefully. “It’s sorta like truth or dare” he said, “kinda like Big Brother for adults only. I say a topic and you pick a number, between zero and 3”. “Why does it start at zero”, she said. “Well, that’s because zero means nada, nothing, you’re not going to talk about that. Zero means off limits, sort of like using the bathroom. Nobody wants to hear you piss and fart and shit, so that’s off limits topic for our reality TV show. Hell, you’ve got to have some privacy sometimes, so when you go relieve yourself, we won’t talk about that, OK? Well assuming you say zero.”
Thrice Daily [F] [mast] [exh] [Mdom] [voy]
Most men would kill for a woman like her. What man in his right mind wouldn’t want a woman who loved to screw 3 or 4 times a day. She had been doing it for years. She liked the orgasm. She liked the dopamine rush. The oxytocin. Hell. She liked it all. She was unbelievable. She liked it so much she developed it into a routine, just like clockwork. Once when she woke up in the morning. Once in the office right before her commute home and once before going bed. She would go to the bathroom after the majority of the people left the office and play with herself until she would cum.
Sometimes she couldn’t hold back the oohs and the aahs. One day there was a guy standing outside the door of the ladies room with his ear to the door. She knew what he was listening for but she didn’t care. It was none of his business anyway. She was in her own little world and she didn’t care. What goes on in the ladies room stays in the ladies room. Right!