Addicted to Exposing
I grew addicted to that feeling of teetering on the edge of a cliff.
Desire is like a flood—once a crack appears, nothing can stop it.
Little by little, I stopped being satisfied with small exposures. To chase that irresistible rush of danger and thrill, I started trying it in riskier places.
In class, I'd quietly slip my pants off while the teacher lectured, then let my hand wander.
Walking alone at night, I'd bare my bottom, lift my top, and stroll down the street.
In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart.
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