Exhibitionist Novels & Stories

I whispered. Alaric let out an amused breath. “Lots of people gain pleasure from pain, Meadow.” He paused. “Dare I say… you too?” My mouth dropped open but no words came out. Alaric hummed. “You’ve gone silent.” The vibrator buzzed against my clit again, this time intense enough that pleasure shot through my G-spot. “Oh!” I gasped, my nails digging into Alaric’s arms. “Alaric…” “The people inside love to be watched.” He continued, like he wasn’t driving me crazy with pleasure. “They’re called exhibitionists.”

"I want you to fill me up! I want to feel your weight on top of me! This toy is nothing compared to what I want you to do to my ass hole!" "You're a filthy little exhibitionist, aren't you?" he taunted, his voice becoming a primal grunt. "Giving the whole neighborhood a show. You like knowing I'm stroking my cock to the sight of your tits bouncing." "I love it! Mmm, I’m your little slut! Watch me come, neighbor! Watch me!"

Soft, breathy moans escaped her lips, growing louder as pleasure built. “Does your husband know what a filthy exhibitionist he married?” the stranger taunted, pumping his cock steadily, his powerful abs flexing with every stroke. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, catching the light. “Does he know his wife is out here spreading her legs for the man next door, showing off her dripping cunt like a cheap whore?”

I had no idea but I was curious to find out. I paused on a page that was titled “Consen.t form.” My eyes widened as they skimmed through the paper. There was a list of activities with boxes beside them and I was required to put a ten in the box of any item I wanted to try and zero on the ones I couldn't stomach. A flush crept up my neck as I read,my heart rate picking up at the mere thought of experiencing these things with Julian. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism (both private and public.)

I asked hopefully. "Nothing that would leave a mark on my face." "Primal play?" "What's that?" "It's quite like role play. Let's say a predator chasing a prey." "Willing to try." "Exhibitionism?" "Like other people watching us?" Rowan and I nodded. Her face was red when she said, "I'll like to try that. I don't want to do anything sexual with any other person though." "Noted." "Neither will I like any of you to sleep with someone else."

A week later, I found myself in the back of Cassian’s car, heading to an exhibition he’d invited me to with a single text: Come with me tonight. Trust me. I should have said no. I said yes. The gallery was in a converted warehouse in the arts district, all exposed brick and industrial lighting. The invitation had called it “Intimate Perspectives,” but nothing prepared me for how intimate it really was. The moment we stepped inside, the air felt thicker, charged. The walls were covered in massive prints—bodies tangled in silk sheets, ropes biting into skin, close-ups of lips parted in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs hard enough to bruise. Some were abstract enough to be art, others so explicit

Most people simply come to watch and at first, I used to wonder what kind of sick minded person would want to watch other people fuck, it disgusted me down to the bone but after watching it for so long, I got over it. Many people enjoy engaging in orgies while others prefer to watch and they get so aroused that they touch themselves as they watch. I've done it too, I've gotten off watching other people fuck like animals without purpose and I'm not ashamed of it, not when there's so much else to be ashamed of. It's seldom that I engage in orgies or threesomes because it would ruin my value if people saw me like that so often. Think of me as Fantasy Elite's rare commodity, one you keep hidden

My body tenses when I hear people passing by the door, they might hear me, they might come in and see me but even so I feel my body getting more excited at the thought that we might be discovered. He orders me to stand up, and makes me stand with my back against his body, I sigh when I feel his nibbles on my back and his fingers run over my body, my intimacy until ending in a couple of slaps on my ass. —Never forget that only I, will be able to see you like this. That's clear," his hand on my ass grows stronger, "I can't hear you, bunny girl. Obeying is not my thing, I didn't want to give him that satisfaction but, when his hand grabs my neck tilting my body backwards while with the other he

I whispered, forking my fingers through his hair. Grunting, Donovan proceeded to deliver a series of toe-curling thrusts upward into my pussy, causing me to moan uncontrollably. The sensual ferocity of his thrusts combined with the thought of passers-by seeing the car moving, and knowing we were having sex, thrilled me to no end. Hell, I'd never thought I would one day become an exhibitionist, but Donovan had awoken that part of me, just like he'd done most part of me.

I watched her in the reflection, seeing the desire burning there. With my hand between her shoulder blades, I urged her closer to the window until her breasts were pressed against the cool glass. The different sensations—my heat behind her and the cold, hard glass in front—would add another layer to her mind. Plus, the idea that people in the building beside mine could see us right now if they looked, made my cock even harder. Exhibitionism isn’t something I get to dabble in all that often, given my high-profile status. Nibbling her lightly on the shoulder, I growled into her ear, “I’m going to fuck you now.”