Exposed Novels & Stories

A new client. Can I book after 10? Cash. I looked at the screen. Then at him. His cock was still out. His cum was on his stomach. The stencil was still unused. “Show me,” I said. “Or I delete it myself.” “Isla.” “Answer her. Or I do.” He had not answered her.

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.

“Let us see all of you.” I took a deep breath, my chest tight with anticipation, and slowly rolled onto my back. The warm sheet clung to my oiled skin for a moment before they adjusted it. They did not cover me the way they should have. The thin white fabric draped loosely over my full breasts and stopped just below my hips, leaving my glistening thighs completely exposed. My hard nipples pressed shamelessly against the sheet, making two obvious peaks. One small shift of my legs and my soaked pussy would be completely bare to them.

he growls. I am completely incapacitated. I am on my knees, my face in the fur, my hands pinned behind me. Because my chest is flat on the floor but my hips are hiked high, my rear is tilted up at a steep angle. It is a position of total exposure. I am a target, a piece of flesh laid out on a table. The vulnerability makes my blood roar in my ears. I am a greedy thing, and being forced into this nasty position makes the heat in my belly flare up into a fresh fire.

I felt exposed, filthy, and more turned on than I had ever been in my life. Kai suddenly pulled his fingers out and spun me to face him. He lifted me slightly, sitting me on the wide concrete ledge of the railing, my back to the city view. My skirt stayed rolled at my waist, my legs falling open naturally, putting my dripping pussy on full display for him and for anyone behind him who might glance over.

“I feel exposed, so how do I distract my mind from that?” “It’s not about distracting from your exposure. It’s about embracing your exposure. Explore your body, Unicorn. Start simple like your belly region or arms. It will help if you spread your legs and bend them because that is a position you will be in often. This is your base position so to speak. The position that you can feel comfortable in.” Dedria explains. “Can I close my eyes?” I question. “Yes, but just this once. Just to help you embrace that exposed feeling you have. Exposure isn’t a bad thing. It can be elating, self-discovering, and more. You just have to think o

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

Paxton helped her up and led her down a hallway all the way to the back of the house to a door on the right next to a back door entrance. Riley sat on the exam table as Penelope sat in a chair next to her and Dr. Paxton grabbed a clip board and some gloves. "Tell me about your symptoms. When did they start? Anything for me to help." "They just started this morning. I haven't been able to stop throwing up. I feel tired and run down. I've never experienced this before? "Are you mated?" "I am. My mate is Alpha Eli." "How long have you two been sensually active?"

Mary’s face turned paper-white in an instant. Finally, a young police officer walked in holding a new report. He glanced at Dad, then at the deathly pale Mary, and spoke in a businesslike tone. “The fingerprint comparison results are out. The unfamiliar fingerprint on the wheelchair belongs to a man named Ben Baker. According to system records, he has no legitimate occupation and is a frequent bar patron.” The moment the officer finished speaking— “Clang.” The chair beneath Mary tilted, and her whole body slid limply to the floor.

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."