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Exhibitionism
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While I am not a dedicated exhibitionist by any means, I do have a long history of toying with public exposure. Based on my bdsmtest results, I would probably enjoy doing more, but I am mortified at the thought of getting arrested, one humiliation I definitely don’t want!
My first exhibitionist experience was when I was 12 years old. I’d already been masturbating for nearly a year, and jerking off and cumming were my only real pleasures in life, so I was always dreaming up new triggers for masturbating. I’d had a couple of sexual encounters, but I couldn’t count on those like I could count on masturbating – my cock is always right there waiting for my hand! (Sometimes I imagine my cock whispering constantly, “Touch me, touch me, make me hard, make me hard, jack me off, jack me off.)
Also, with masturbation, I could plan things out and run simulations in my mind and anticipate the next time I’d be alone. If I know my parents and brothers were all leaving to go somewhere together, and that I’d have an hour, or even twenty minutes, of being home alone, my heart would pound as the time approached. I’d watch the clock as the minutes passed by, waiting for the car to back out of the drive way so I could dive right in and strip naked and relish a full-out masturbation session in all its degrading perversity.
When I was home alone in the evenings, I played an exhibitionist game as the twilight sky darkened. First, I’d invite my inner voice to tell me what to do. You see, in my imagination, I have an inner dominant woman, and I summon her voice to tell me to do sexy things. It makes me feel like I’m being forced to do things I want to do, but know I shouldn’t. It makes me feel like a total submissive and adds to my sense of shame. The voice would say, “Strip completely naked,” and “Open the door so everyone can see you and your naked body and your little wiener.” Our house was on a quarter acre lot, so I wasn’t really risking much. My dominant voice knew this and demanded, “You’re going to walk, not run, to the apple tree. Do it, NOW!” Naked, trembling and cold I walked to the apple tree, a distance of about 50 feet. Just as I arrived, the voice insisted, “Now play with yourself while I count to 100.” There I stood, naked and aroused, in my back masturbating, scanning every direction for any evidence of others, listening for sounds, noticing the moon rising and how it made me more visible, and JACKING OFF, MASTURBATING, BEATING OFF, IN PUBLIC! I was a boy with such intense desire, such a need for pleasure, but also a need for HUMILIATION. My inner dominant female voice was smiling, taunting me, “What a slut you are little masturbator, jacking off in public, I’m going to give you another 60 seconds and then you’re going to cum you little masturbator!”
There’s a posture my body seems to fixate on when I’m masturbating and orgasm appears imminent. My feet step wide apart, my knees bend, my hips drop down to a semi-squat position, and push forward, all sort of accentuating the visibility of my erect penis. There I was, outside, totally exposed to the world, in the moonlight, naked, jacking off, nearing my peak, waiting for that first jolt of pleasure that indicates that orgasm is only moments away, so that each additional stroke is like one more step up the pleasure ladder, until I step onto the top pleasure rung, and then, flushed with a rush I leap into the air off the top of the orgasmic ladder, rising upward fueled by the head of my cock screaming with delight with pulse after pulse of spurting, and then the sensation of orgasm spreading throughout my body.
Then reality returns and two things happen. First, I look around to check if I’ve been seen and devise a plan to quickly return to the safety awaiting indoors. Second, I smile and register a sense of deep satisfaction that I did it, I obeyed my inner dominant female voice and, right in the middle of my back yard, exposed myself totally and jacked off to orgasm. I felt accomplished, I’d done it and it was good, and I could do it again, and I would, I would, I would!
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Posted on : Feb 21, 2019
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Commented on Jan 31, 2020
Yes I too had pubescent experiences with semi public masturbation, thrilled by the danger. I will just relate one story. I am waiting for my piano lesson and I open the double doors To the concert room and close them, and go through the big empty room with its chalkboard, metal chairs and grand piano, And find my way in the dark to the bathroom. I strip and begin masturbating, and then carefully opening the door, I slowly tiptoe back towards the double door entrance to the big room. Yes, I am on tiptoes feeling the cold tiles with my head cocked and by ears listening closely for footsteps of anyone approaching, especially, the two lady piano teachers somewhere in the front of the building. I tiptoe to the double doors and peeked through the crack masturbating, listening. Around the corner and into the hallway with practice rooms on each side and the double doors directly in front, I see Jody, another student, a couple years older coming straight towards me.. I freeze, I shudder and feel almost faint but I can't move I can't stop masturbating. Jody is already part of my pubescent masturbation fantasies, and a low moan escaped my lips. I see a wrinkle player crossed her lips and she stops for a second, but then to my good fortune ( or perhaps not) she turns right and goes into the practice room. Reflecting, and greatly excited I continue masturbating, but then her teacher Mrs. Madison turns the corner and comes walking up the hall. I freak and turn running nude on tiptoes back to the bathroom, arriving there in closing the door just as I hear her opening the doors and calling to Jody. I find myself splurging on the toilet seat. Later, after cleaning up, I flush making a lot of noise, and reappear, walking out nonchalant, "Oh, hi Judy, hi Mrs. Madison
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Commented on Oct 3, 2019
I wish I'd seen your comment earlier. I'd like to hear more of the times you've had the thrill of masturbating semi-publicly, that feeling of being exposed, but not overly risky.
I often times masturbate in semi-public places, challenging myself to pull down my pants and expose my hard cock and tug it... or when driving, strip down to just a t-shirt and jack off while driving... or, on a dark, rural road, to get out of my car, completely naked, and stand in the middle of the road, masturbating and spanking myself!
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Commented on Aug 3, 2019
A few years ago I lived in a house with a front yard that was perfect for naked masturbating at night. It was near a main road with the street lights giving just enough illumination to give that exposed feeling without it being too risky. Sometimes it would make my cock throb so intensely I couldn't even touch it because it would have made me instantly cum
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