I revel in my sexuality. It seems a better alternative than crumpling around, curling into, or hiding in my misery. I shock myself at times.
It wasn’t just this or this that shows the proof of my sexuality. There is something within me…a bit of exhibitionism, I’d say. When I know I’m watched, I bite my lip a little harder. My eyes become a little more hooded. The hips sway a bit more. And I think of things like this:
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naIT6XfsjAw]An urge comes over me to video my own pleasure, show it to the world. Only one thought stops me – even if he doesn’t care, even if it doesn’t matter, I will be his good girl. But his good girl has an inner slut that wants to play. My inner slut and my little girl are one and the same. If I decided to let her out to play, if I decided to feel something else – pretend it didn’t matter, pretend that I didn’t hurt, pretend that I wasn’t holding on to something with every ounce of faith I possess, she would look a little something like this:
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjU0xAZbZkA]I’d rather revel in the power of my own sexuality and guard it close for the one who matters. I’d rather discover myself and know that I am desired but untouchable. I’d rather know that I could, but that I choose not to. I’d rather make you hard or wet with my words and live on in fantasy than have the hard, cold reality of mere tolerance, when I know one day I might have true love.
What would I do with a voyeur or two? I’m not sure. But my sexuality would unfurl even further, my little slutty girl would beam with pride, my cunt would drip – I do know that.
But that’s what you are, right? You’re my voyeurs, aren’t you? My exhibitionism is the picture I paint with my words. And in return, I am voyeur myself, peeking into the lives of D/s couples, crying with them, laughing with them, wanting and needing release with them, learning from them. It’s not just my sexuality I revel in, it’s yours too.
In case you wondered, you make my little slut very happy.
I like aspects of exhibitionism. There are times I think like that, want to be a “slur” if that’s the appropriate word. I don’t because I want to leave something for who I end up with. But the urge is there.
I thought you’d appreciate this link: http://agoodwomansdirtymind.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/agwdm-it-makes-me-horny-thinking.jpg
Love it!
Desired but untouchable……. I know this sentiment well. Love it
I’m not exactly an exhibitionist, although in the right mood.
But, I am most certainly a voyeur; so, that part of me wants to encourage you to do whatever you want!
Although, your words do paint quite delicious pictures too
xxxo
The thing that stops me the most is that when we were together and I asked to post something that was clearly my exhibitionist side wanting to come out a little, he said no…if he had given previous permission or if I had never asked and been told no, I’d probably be a lot more willing… 🙂
You’re so loyal
good for you
<3
xxxo
In the past my loyalty has proven stupid…I hope that’s not the case now…
Desired but untouchable……. I know this sentiment well. Love it
It’s a much better feeling when you’re untouchable because there’s someone who’s trying to touch you…lol
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