Exposed Novels & Stories

My eyes widened as I stared at Kyrian Maddox half naked, hair damp, water still on his body, his butt hanging out facing me. "You've got to be fucking kidding me.”

I said, and I meant it in a way that had nothing to do with the Westbrook account. "Oh," Eli said, and there was understanding in his expression. "That kind of processing." "I don't know how to do this," I said, and I was terrified by how much vulnerability was in that admission. "I don't know how to exist outside of my control structures. I don't know how to let someone actually see me." "You already are," Eli said. "You're doing it right now." "It's terrifying," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But you're still doing it. That's what counts."

My parents want me to continue my study abroad to avoid you. Sorry if I wasn’t able to stop them. Sorry if I need to leave you now. But I know that even if they keep pushing us apart, my love for you will never change. You know how much I love you, Bree. No one can replace you in my heart. We’ll see each other again, Bree. I love you! -Seb End of flashback

she whispered. "Here. Where do you prepare to bathe in the pool or in the sea?" "It's just here in the pool. I don't want to get sunburned. It hurts my skin. And it's more forbidden for her to bathe in the sea because the prosthetics she wears might break. "Okay. Have fun." Someone called Regor. "Excuse me first." He answered the call. She took a bath but did not take her eyes off the man. He might enter his house later if he opens his bag. It contained another cell phone but it might call the fake contacts he entered.

The truth was our weapon, and we were determined to wield it with unwavering resolve. Finally, the day arrived. The exposé, led by the brave journalist we had contacted, was published, revealing the extent of Mr. Smith's criminal empire. The public was shocked and outraged as the details of his illegal activities came to light. The exposure sent ripples throughout the city, and pressure mounted on law enforcement to take action.

But a new entry had appeared directly after the closing heritage house. Antonio Fashion. Final Run. Live Streamed. Title: *EXPOSURE – RECLAIMED.* He stared at it for a long time. Then slowly turned his monitor off. He didn’t sleep that night.

"That's it. That's the look. Vulnerable but strong. Exposed but defiant. Beautiful." He lowered the camera and looked at her directly. "The project I'm planning is called 'Exposure.' It's about the female form in various states of vulnerability....not just physical nakedness, but emotional, psychological. I need a model who can be raw. Honest. Unguarded. Can you do that?" "Yes." "The sessions will be long. Intimate. Some poses will be difficult or uncomfortable. And the final exhibition will display these photographs publicly...your naked body on gallery walls for thousands of people to see. Can you handle that?"

The subway slowed for the next stop, doors hissing open, but they stayed locked together, his cock buried deep as people shuffled. A rush of cool air hit her wet thighs, heightening the exposure. Someone brushed past, close enough to feel the tension, and Maya's heart raced—exhibitionism at its peak, the discreet sex teetering on discovery.

Blood spilled down her earlobes at once, stark and raw against her skin. Hilda's scream, high and piercing, burst through the microphone and reverberated across the hall. Beside them, Alex caught the rising swell of murmurs, each one louder than the last. His face went pale. Fighting to hold himself together, he dropped to his knees. "Mom, Dad, I really am your son!"

Cull says as he points to a small stand that has baskets of fruit in it. We move inside the three-walled stand, and he looks back down at me. "I... Being around this many people is nerve-wracking for me. I can't seem to relax. I'm not used to walking around in civilian clothing... I feel as if we are exposed. I am trained to look for danger around every corner... I feel as if there are too many potential dangers to protect you from. I am sorry if I came across as rude toward you or the storekeeper. I am simply uncomfortable," Cull whispers and my eyes become saucers.