The Exhibitionist

Confident in who I am – body and mind.  My sexuality is apart of me.  I love what I do because I am a hedonist.  I am an exhibitionist.  I am a fetishist.  The tease turns me on – staring at you from across the table, in a crowded bar, my hand finds its way up my skirt. As my hand holds the stem of the glass, I breath in my scent as I drink my Pinot Noir.

I never wear panties.  I actually do not own any.  When I was training to be owned, my Master insisted that I always be ready.  I got rid of all the underwear and never looked back.  There is something freeing about knowing  your cunt is out there ready for the world that is just such a turn on.

Cabs, restaurants bathrooms, movie theaters, parking garages, it all sounds rather cliche but an exhibitionist finds public sex a turn on.  Recently I was out at a restaurant and the guy I was with whispered to me to take my tights off.   I got up went into the bathroom and came back with bare legs.  When I sat down, I spread them enough so that his fingers slipped inside of me, ever so discreetly.  Then he fed me and I tasted myself on the tips of his.  Nobody was the wiser, maybe….

Yours truly,

Your kinky courtesan

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