Showing off

As anybody who's followed my blog so far has understood, I enjoy a lot of things which qualifies me for various categories, names, syndromes and so on and so on, I don't really give a damn, but here is one more:

Exhibitionist!
I am one.

I take sexual pleasure in being observed, eyed, stared at by people showing their desire for me or their contempt for me, or really any strong emotion they show.

I love to meet a couple on the street, a little to much tit showing, a pair of clinging tights and no panties, pudenda and slit outlined. In his eyes desire, in hers jealous anger! What a rush!

I never do so in the city where I live, but I travel a lot.

The real rush however, the session that stimulates every cell in my body and sends me off to regions of sensation way outside normal experience, where the mind leaves reality and orgasms wash over me released by a look or the bare cupping of my pussy in a hand, a probing finger, a twisted nipple, a cane over the soft belly - are different.

That is when a Man or a Woman or a Couple puts me, their slave on display to a group of strangers. When they demonstrate my body's features, capabillities or shortcomings to an audience. When the onlookers are allowed to touch, fondle, grope, try, hurt, slap, in short, inspect the meat for themselves.

Yes, I am an exhibitionist, and I am proud of it, because I'm good!