Exhibitionist Novels & Stories

"You know, I read something once that being videoed or watched makes sex hotter. Should we try that?" "You want us to go to the lobby downstairs? I'm sure a lot of people would love to hear how much you moan." "Or there could be a video of us. Like a sex tape. Don't you think it'd be nice?" I nod absentmindedly. I just want to get a release and get out of here. "Since a lot of people go through my phone, we could use yours. You know, our little secret." I take my phone out of my pocket and set it on a window. Johnny is already dripping from excitement. I'm going to admit, I've had an exhibitionist kink for as long as I've been sexually active, so yeah. It is h

Or do you want the whole staff to hear you begging for your boss's dick? He started pounding her hard, the elevator's motion adding to the rhythm, each jolt driving him deeper. Scarlett's gasps muffled against his palm, her hips bucking instinctively to meet him. The mirrors reflected every angle—the way her red hair bounced loose, her skirt bunched around her waist, his ass flexing as he thrust deeply into her. Exhibitionism fueled her, the risk of the doors opening mid-fuck making her clit pulse. What if a guest summoned it? What if his wife called right now?

Skai felt her tummy do the somersaults. Tonight was hers—finally, her first exhibition. Yes, her art was erotic but it came from her soul—and the lustful desires that lurk there. “Who’s he?”, Skai asked the assistant curator, nodding her head towards a tall man obviously admiring her art. “Beats me”, the assistant responded with a shrug. She walked towards him and he seemed so lost, he hadn’t realized she was beside him.

The peak of it. This man is the most feared Italian mafia in Colorado, I am supposed to crawl and beg for mercy, but here am I, in his house, in one of his bedrooms finger fucking myself to climax. My body is still recovering and my cheeks are hot with embarrassment. "This is so fucked up!" I whisper-yell to myself. "No, it isn't fucked up. It is the best exhibitionism I have seen in my entire life. London Jameson finger fucking herself in my bathroom until she cums," someone says from the doorway.

He replied, ending with the same thing Alex had told me before. Again with the patience bullshit. As we reached the museum, we walked up the steps and entered the building. Nicolas and I parted ways as he had a meeting to attend and I had to finish preparing the exhibit. Walking up the staircase and to the elevator, I pressed on the button for the eighth floor. Walking out, I noticed that the title of the exhibit had finally been painted across the main wall. Femme de Sexe--an exhibit dedicated to a woman's sensuality and the many

He turned partially, the temptation too much, and watched us out of the corner of his eye. "Sorry Jim. This little tart has been teasing me, and I couldn't help myself." The exhibitionist in me reared his head, and I stroked myself in and out of Karen's dripping pussy, using full long strokes, while I spoke to him. "ME! You were the ones teasing me, with your hot sweaty bodies, brushing up against me, showing off. With two half-naked hunks hanging around, how's a girl supposed to behave?" She was looking back and forth between us, and she was pushing back onto my cock with each stroke. Clearly she was enjoying the show we were putting on as well. Her arms were

"Those other things being me wanting you beneath me while I pound into you and having you scream my name? Those other things?" The breath left her lungs and damn if she didn't get damp between her legs. "You don't mince words." "I don't see the point. I told you what I wanted. I can finally be honest in my desire to have you. I don't think you understand just how frustrating the past ten years have been." He shook his head and took a sip of wine while she focused on drawing in oxygen. Setting his glass down, he pushed away his empty bowl. "I'm more than willing to do an exhibit at Elements any time you want, with the understanding that my agent represent me at the show. Hoan doesn't do appea

On the drive home he kept my blouse open, letting my heavy breasts bounce freely with every bump in the road. When I finally asked him why he enjoyed this, he openly admitted he was an exhibitionist. Seeing other men desire and want to fuck his young wife turned him on more than anything else. Then he warned me in a serious tone that if he ever did something like that again, I was never to resist or try to stop him. For the New Year’s Eve party at his company, he dressed me in something extremely slutty. No panties underneath, just crotchless pantyhose, and a shelf bra that lifted my massive tits high, leaving my hard nipples completely exposed under a sheer,

Exposing her most intimate self in front of so many men—it had to be incredibly thrilling. Back then, I didn't understand any of it, so I asked my best friend. "Why would a teacher do that in front of her students? Isn't she embarrassed?" My friend said, "What do you know? It's called 'exposing.' She does it because she loves the feeling." Exposing? It was the first time I'd heard the term. So that feeling had a name of its own. I decided to try it myself for the first time, out where people might see.

she asked, genuinely surprised that he would verbally acknowledge what had transpired. He stammered then, suddenly unsure. "Mr. Murphy," she started. "I think it's pretty clear that I'm an exhibitionist. I like when people look at me. I like being objectified," she said. "Being nude is liberating and it makes me happy, so when people look at me and like... enjoy it... I get chills. It's very exciting!" She briefly thought about mentioning how much she liked to suck cock, but figured that it didn't pertain to the conversation as much.