Exposure mania

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Leaving behind yesterday's pain, carrying a mix of bitterness and glory, I arrived at the university campus. The moment the acceptance letter arrived, I vowed to start afresh in university and completely change myself. But things rarely go as planned. The leisurely university life left me even more lost, unsure of my purpose in life. I struggled through the painful first month of university life, and slowly began to become more and more reckless.
When freshmen enroll, every club in the school organizes recruitment of new members, completing the annual cycle of renewal. I chose the school's gymnastics team because I had been learning Taekwondo since junior high school. Although I didn't reach any level, I had developed great flexibility and coordination. My grandmother had practiced yoga since I was a child, so I was also influenced by her; I can still put my arms behind my back with my palms together. Therefore, I easily stood out during the selection process. Actually, I chose the gymnastics team not because I loved it, but because it offered a great opportunity to satisfy my exhibitionist desires. I chose a very revealing leotard, exposing my entire back down to the bottom of my buttocks. The fabric in the front barely covered my breasts, and the shorts below also exposed half of my buttocks. I never wore underwear during practice. When I was paired with male gymnasts, I deliberately let a few pubic hairs show. I remember one practice session, the boy I was paired with unknowingly got an erection in front of a lot of onlookers, and he ran away blushing with embarrassment.
Because the gymnastics team required all members to jog for 30 minutes every night, my first experience with exposure in college began one evening while running. I wore a tennis shirt and a sports t-shirt, of course without a bra or shorts, and not even socks inside my running shoes. The track was next to our gymnasium, which closed and turned off the lights at 9 pm, and there wasn't a single light on the entire track except for the lights from the dormitories in the distance. I first ran a lap around the area to check my surroundings, making sure there weren't any couples kissing in the shadows, or anyone else crouching in corners. There were very few runners around, so even if I bumped into someone, they'd easily tell if I was dressed. Once I was sure it was safe, I slowed down, stopped, took off my skirt and t-shirt, and continued my leisurely run.
A gentle evening breeze blew, like a lover caressing my hair. I loved the feeling of being kissed by the wind. The cool breeze blowing upwards into my open vulva felt strange. My labia minora were already soaked, soft and clinging together, bright red. Perhaps because of the excessive lubrication, my lower area felt cold. I had no choice but to hold my clothes in one hand and cup my vulva with the other. A wave of warmth rose from below, making my legs tremble with excitement, and I almost lost my balance. Perhaps it was because I hadn't been exposed outdoors in a long time, but I was inexplicably excited. I couldn't resist, but how could I bear to let such a wonderful moment end so quickly? If I stopped and masturbated, I wouldn't have the urge to expose myself after the climax. So I wanted to continue enjoying the stimulation of being naked, fully compensating for the longing I had felt during this period without exposure.
The intense urge made me reckless. I threw down the clothes I was holding and kicked my shoes aside, continuing to run forward. But suddenly I realized how dangerous this was. What if I couldn't find my clothes when I came back? Then I would truly be unable to put my pants back on even if I died. So I found a safe corner and hid my clothes and shoes, partly so I could find them myself, and partly to prevent them from being seen and taken by others. After hiding them, I continued jogging slowly around the track. By this time, there were fewer people on the track, and it was darker. I ran forward naked with long strides. This feeling of complete release was like flying. I completely forgot myself and returned to nature. Just then, two people ran towards me, chatting as they ran. They got closer and closer, and I made a bold guess: I believed that as they passed me, they wouldn't see my swaying breasts, my overflowing vulva, my long legs, my swaying buttocks, or that I was completely naked… I had lost my mind. Come on, let's go past me…
I ran forward, oblivious to everyone around me, my volleyball-sized breasts seemingly defiantly challenging them. Come on, come on, hurry up! I became more and more excited, more and more thrilled. Finally, we met. In the instant we brushed past each other, I almost cried out in excitement. My vulva overflowed with juices, and my two bright red labia trembled. I inserted two fingers into my vulva and moved them rapidly. "Mmm…" "Mmm... Ah..." My climax came, I couldn't take it anymore, I cried out, and just as I brushed past them, I experienced a surge of excitement, a current rising up my spine, and I collapsed to the ground, my whole body trembling with ecstasy. This was the most intense climax I had ever experienced. My mind went blank, my heart felt empty... I don't know if it was a few seconds or a dozen seconds later, I slowly came to my senses.
The two of them had already run far away. Maybe they were lovers, otherwise they wouldn't have noticed me with such a big commotion. Otherwise, they would have discovered me lying naked on the playground, enjoying my climax while I was still unconscious. I dragged my tired body around the playground looking for clothes. Still in a state of high excitement, I had no sense of direction and was even swaying as I walked. I don't know how long it took before I finally found the clothes I had hidden, put them on haphazardly, and went back to my dormitory...
After that, I came to the playground almost every day and ran around naked. But after a while, it didn't feel so exciting anymore, and I wanted to find even stronger sensations. Throughout my university years, I almost never wore underwear, and my skirts got shorter and shorter. However, to maintain a ladylike image in the eyes of others, I only indulged in thrills within safe limits. To prevent accidental exposure that revealed what lay beneath my skirt, I secretly shaved all my pubic hair. Without the protection of pubic hair, I was more sensitive to external stimuli. Although it was bald, it felt tingly and pleasant to the touch. This way, even if my skirt billowed in the wind and someone saw me, they wouldn't see a patch of dark pubic hair. I remember running into two boys from my class when I went to buy a razor for pubic hair removal; they asked me curiously why a girl like me would buy a razor. I often went shopping or, when no one was around on campus, would lift my skirt to expose my large buttocks. Sometimes, when I needed to urinate, I wouldn't bother looking for a toilet; I would just squat down and urinate on the street or on the school road. Every time I finished urinating, I felt incredibly excited. I remember one day during the day, seeing no one around, I squatted down to pee in the sewer. When I was halfway through, I suddenly heard someone call my name, "Cheng Cheng, what are you doing here?" I was startled; it turned out a classmate had walked over without me noticing. So I quickly stopped peeing. Wow, you know how uncomfortable it is to stop halfway through peeing? It's like being interrupted when you're about to climax during sex! Actually, I was too nervous to think about that at the time and quickly replied, "I'm tying my shoelaces." "Hey, your shoes don't have shoelaces today."... I awkwardly stood up and left, but he still doesn't know he interrupted my peeing.
Gradually, I started looking for more revealing places. One evening, while wandering around, I accidentally discovered a small corner of the school, behind the teaching building, which was a small garden. It used to have trees and flowers, but it had been neglected for years. I walked into the garden. It was a quiet and pleasant place. I figured no one would know if I slept naked here. The thought excited me. I'd run naked before, but never slept naked outside. This was more dangerous, more exciting—everyone would imagine a beautiful woman sleeping naked here in the middle of the night. Okay, let's do it. It was already late. I took off my clothes, spread them on the long wooden bench, used my shoes as a pillow, and lay down. Because it was summer in the south, it wasn't cold. "The joy of life lies in constant experimentation," I muttered to myself. Before I knew it, I had actually fallen asleep.
Not long after, a series of footsteps woke me up. Because I'm often an exhibitionist, I'm particularly alert. Hearing the sound, I jumped up, grabbed my clothes, and ran behind a tree to hide. Just then, a dark figure sneaked in, looked around, and then actually started taking off his clothes too… Haha, so he's an exhibitionist too! I'm so happy to see him. I've been an exhibitionist for so many years and have never met a like-minded person. What a coincidence! Thinking about all this, I watched him slowly undress. To be honest, I've never seen a real man's body before, especially up close. Although it was a bit dark, I could still see clearly. I guessed he was a student at our school. He wasn't particularly handsome, but his face was angular and distinctive. He wasn't very tall, but he had a great, well-proportioned body, and there was a patch of dark hair there, and his erect penis was already standing up. I really wanted to touch it. After taking off his clothes, he crumpled them into a ball and placed them under a wooden stool. Then he walked to the garden gate, put a black plastic bag in the trash can by the gate, and then turned back and jumped out from the other side of the garden. I was very curious about what he did. If he wanted to expose himself, why go through all this trouble? What was in that black plastic bag? Why was he being so mysterious? With these questions in mind, I slipped naked to the trash can, reached out and pulled out the plastic bag. When I opened it, it turned out to be a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Oh, I suddenly realized, this guy is pretty smart, he thought of everything. He was afraid that he might lose his original set of clothes, so he prepared a spare set... Hehe, you're unlucky to have met me today. I put on my clothes and stole his "first" and "backup" clothes together. Then I found a very secluded place to hide myself and was going to watch the show...
After more than 20 minutes, this "naked agent" finally returned. He didn't go straight to find clothes to wear, but sat on the bench and masturbated. Watching him ecstatic made me really want to have sex with him. But I was even more excited about what he would do next. After masturbating twice, he finally stopped, crouching down to look for his clothes under the stool. "Brother, don't bother looking anymore, just go back to school naked!" I thought to myself. He searched for a long time without finding anything, looking quite surprised, and quickly ran towards the trash can. The result was predictable: disappointment. He probably didn't understand why this was happening. Haha, since you want excitement, I'll give you a proper thrill. Now you can't find your clothes, and you have nowhere to go, so of course you can't go back to the dorm like this. You'll just have to stay here until dawn.
Actually, I didn't want him to be exposed like this; I just wanted to scare him. I bet he'll be ecstatic after this. I continued to squat in the corner watching; I had plenty of time. He seemed really anxious, turning the trash can upside down but still couldn't find anything. Watching him so desperately looking around was incredibly satisfying. After struggling for over 20 minutes, he finally gave up and sat motionless on the stool. I didn't know what he was thinking, but if it were me, I'd probably be thinking about how to die. Actually, ever since my last experience, if a similar situation arises, I'll say I encountered a thug who stripped me naked and almost raped me. That immediately turns the tables and gains sympathy. But then you're doomed; who would rape a naive kid? Let's see how you die.
He sat there for about 20 minutes. It seemed like there was no point in watching anymore, so I decided to step in and save him. But in this situation, I didn't know if he would rape me. I quietly walked out and slowly approached him. He didn't even notice me. No wonder, I suddenly felt sorry for him. He probably transferred his helpless situation onto me, which made me feel pity for him. I reached out and handed him the clothes. "Here, your clothes." The sudden voice startled him. He immediately looked up, and upon seeing me, covered his private parts with his hands, trying to hide it from me. "Hmph, I saw it already," I said. "Sorry, I was just joking. Hurry up and put your clothes on, I won't say anything, haha, exhibitionist!" I think my words definitely made him blush. He hurriedly put on his clothes and ran away like the wind. "So rude, didn't even say thank you!" I returned to my dorm, reflecting on everything that had happened that day. It was so exhilarating! I really wish I could experience this myself… Thinking and thinking, I drifted off to sleep!
Every decision God makes is beyond human comprehension, no matter how hard we try. Do you know what happened next? This guy became my boyfriend. Don't be surprised; I don't know if my teasing him counts as a romantic encounter, but we got together! A year later, we broke up because he passed the TOEFL and went to study abroad. I still miss him a lot.
I remember once going to the movies, not long after that incident, and not long after we started dating. The school cinema was showing a really boring movie; there were very few people watching, and most of them were couples. We went too. Actually, I've always thought making love in a movie theater is exciting, and I thought this time we could try it for ourselves.
Once inside, we chose the last row. The theater was practically empty, which was good; we could enjoy the night without worry. As the movie started, his hands began to slowly slide over my body, his warm breath arousing my desire in my ear. He slipped his hands under my clothes to gently caress my breasts, then plunged his tongue deep into my mouth. His kissing technique was truly superb; he practically forced my tongue out. His other hand slowly slid down to my lower abdomen, his fingers gently teasing my pubic hair. "Ah...it's so itchy..." I couldn't help but cry out. My two bright red, moist labia minora were already pressed together. He gently parted my labia minora, using his entire body language to express his love for me. Every inch of my erogenous zones had been aroused by him, and I felt like I was on fire. I couldn't even tell if I was in bed or in a movie theater seat. "Ah...um...um..." I moaned softly. Before I knew it, he had stripped me completely naked. The flickering light from the movie theater screen shone on my snow-white breasts like a silver moon.
I couldn't take it anymore. Come on, thrust in hard… Just as I was waiting, he suddenly stopped. I opened my half-closed eyes and looked at him. He whispered in my ear, "Wait for my call." Before I could even understand what he meant, he grabbed my clothes, leaving me without even my shoes, stuffed them all into his bag, and quickly walked to the front of the theater, leaving me all alone and naked in my seat. Oh
my god, what is he going to do? I curled up in my seat, sinking deep into it to avoid being seen. I waited for him for a full 40 minutes, but he still didn't come back. I was sitting in the last row. The row in front of me was empty, but further ahead, people started to take their seats. I wasn't very safe here. What if some annoying guy came late and sat next to me? I didn't dare think about it anymore. What did he want? Should I keep waiting here? But where could I go if I didn't wait? I was at a loss. A man was sitting naked in a movie theater. There were over a hundred people, though not many. When the lights came on after the movie, I knew I'd be spotted. But… I wanted to find him, but I didn't know which row he was sitting in. With so many people, there was no way to find him. I glanced at the screen; the movie was almost over. "What are you trying to do?" I cursed him silently. But I still hoped he'd come back soon. Please, please let me go!
Just then, my phone, which had been hanging around my neck, rang. I turned the volume up really loud, attracting a lot of attention. I quickly ducked my head and answered the phone. His voice came through the receiver: "Was it fun? Was it exciting?" I roared, "You idiot, come back right now! Do you want me dead?" "Are you ordering me or begging me? If you're begging, at least be polite." I had no choice but to plead, "Please, come back! I'll do anything you want with me." "I won't go back. Come find me! I'm in row seven, seat number one, right in the middle." With that, he hung up. I called him back, but his phone was off. "There's no turning back now!" I muttered to myself. So be it, I'll just go for it.
I planned to go to seat number 1 in row 7 to find him. But that's easier said than done. He was sitting so close to the middle, surrounded by people on all sides. How was I supposed to get there? There was no other way, so I had to crawl under the seats. I shuffled forward, inching my way, carefully avoiding other people's feet and trying to find my way around… When I got to the ninth row, I was about to go around a couple's seats when I suddenly heard the girl say to her boyfriend, "My wallet is gone! Quick, can you find it for me?" The boyfriend said, "Okay, let me see," and bent down. I was right under their seats, and he was about to see me. I almost fainted. If that guy looked down and saw my white butt rolling on the ground, he would definitely scream in surprise, attracting countless stares… I was so ashamed I just wanted to disappear. Luckily, I moved quickly, and the moment he bent down, I scrambled backward, my protruding butt accidentally bumping into a chair with a "thud." "What's that? Something under the seat!" another couple said. Good heavens, they were really going to annihilate me! I quickly crawled to the side along the horizontal line. Another boy looked down and said, "Nothing there. Why are you making such a fuss?" Thank goodness, I wasn't discovered. Cold sweat was already dripping down my face. After crawling for more than 10 minutes, I finally reached my destination. The sweat and dust on my body had turned me into a muddy mess. I clung to my boyfriend's chair, patted his feet, and told him I had arrived. He looked down at my disheveled state on the ground, then held out his hands, empty. I wanted to kill him. "Where are my clothes?" I asked softly. "I don't know!" he replied. I cautiously peeked out and looked at the seat next to him; his bag was indeed gone. Seeing my panicked look, he smiled smugly and said, "Come on, didn't you want to have some fun here? Okay, now kneel down in front of me." I obediently knelt in front of him, curled up into a ball, because there were two people sitting not far from him. He unzipped his jacket. "No way, I don't need oral sex, it's disgusting!" "Fine, you won't give me oral sex, huh? Then I'm leaving!" He said, trying to stand up. I grabbed him, unwilling but obedient. And so, I gave a man oral sex for the first time. The strong smell of his prostate was truly awful. I imitated the actresses in porn movies, sucking on his penis and neck, taking his entire scrotum into my mouth... Before long, he couldn't hold back anymore, and a hot wave shot out from his penis, salty like snot. Still immersed in his orgasm, he said in a hoarse voice, "No, don't spit it out, swallow, swallow it... ah..." He was really enjoying it. I just wanted it to end quickly; this feeling of being manipulated was truly unbearable... After leaving the movie theater, he told me that he did this to get revenge for the trick I played on him that day. He wanted me to experience the feeling of isolation and helplessness, the feeling of despair, and then he wanted me to forgive him. Actually, I wasn't angry at all, and it had been a long time since I'd felt this excited. I was lost in those wonderful memories again: walking naked through the movie theater, and even giving my boyfriend oral sex…
I developed severe depression. It seemed that everything that had come from tranquility was about to return to tranquility, as if half of my body had entered hell while the other half still lingered on the little bit of worldly prosperity. I curled up alone in a cold corner, experiencing that rare feeling of my feet touching my heart… Recalling every step of the past, my heart was gray.
After graduating from university, I didn't know where I was going. I just hoped to go to a new environment, start a new life, or go to a strange place to escape the unbearable past. So I came to Shanghai alone. I used the little money I had to share a two-bedroom apartment with a couple who had also just graduated from university. In addition to a full-time job, I also took a part-time job, not because I wanted to earn more money, but to keep myself busy and not think so much. I quickly adapted to the hustle and bustle of the city. To avoid returning to my old ways, I tried my best to suppress any improper thoughts. Every day, besides work, I slept, and my clothes were almost conservative. Shanghai summers are unbearably hot, but even so, I wore long pants all day. Although life was ordinary, it was more fulfilling and happier than my previous life. I no longer had to live in fear, nor did I experience the regret of repeated indulgences.
The world is too small, and happiness is fleeting. No matter where I escaped, I couldn't escape the control of my inner demons. Once again, I fell into the endless cycle of purgatory.
It was a weekend morning. After months of busy work, my house was a mess, and I took advantage of a rare holiday without overtime to tidy it up. The young couple across the hall had gone out that morning, so I didn't have to worry about disturbing them. I did laundry, mopped the floor, tidied the windows, wiped the glass, cleaned the walls… just then, I unexpectedly discovered a small hole in the corner of the ceiling. I stood on the table and looked inside—oh my god, it was a security camera. Instinctively, I ran to the bathroom to check and found two more placed at different angles. In that instant, I collapsed. My collapse wasn't from anger at being spied on, but from a feeling of satisfaction rather than anger. I never imagined that six months of effort would vanish in an instant. The thought of my daily life—sleeping, showering, going to the bathroom, even grooming my pubic hair—being spied on by my roommates, the couple, filled me with a surge of heat, a turbulent inner turmoil, and a burst of long-suppressed desire. I wanted to expose myself, I wanted to be naked, I wanted to satisfy my long-held desires, and I made up my mind to perform for them…
When evening came, they finally returned. I greeted them at the door and said, "I'm going to bed. Please don't make too much noise while you're washing up." It was actually a subtle hint. The thought of being spied on and having to pretend not to know, yet secretly enjoying the thrill of exposure and being watched, made my body burn with excitement, and my lower body was already overflowing with fluid. Hearing the sound of their computer starting up, I nervously trembled as I returned to my room. My conflicted feelings returned; I intended to start my life anew, to sever ties with the past, but my inner demons were at play. I told myself, "Just this once, never again." I forced myself not to take off my clothes, but unconsciously I unbuttoned my jeans, my hands roaming over the waistband, struggling with whether to take them off or not… My legs trembled even more violently, and I felt like I was suffocating. The room was so quiet that only the sound of my heartbeat could be heard… Should I take my clothes off or not? Maybe they were sitting in front of their computers watching me lewdly, maybe they had posted my pictures or videos online, maybe the whole world was seeing my naked body right now. Even so, I wouldn't have to pay any price for my reputation while enjoying the greedy gaze, because in other people's eyes I was just an innocent victim, a pitiful voyeur, and they couldn't even see what I looked like… Thinking of this, I made up my mind. Anyway, it wasn't just this once that you'd seen me. Take them off! Because the jeans were tight, it was a slow process, and I had to twist my waist. I tried hard to suppress my excitement, like a snake shedding its skin, slowly, twisting, the rough skin receded, leaving smooth skin and firm buttocks… After taking off all my clothes, I crouched down, naked, and stood by the bed making the bed, raising my buttocks as high as possible towards the camera. I felt my arousal fluid flowing down my inner thighs, leaving a bright trail of fluid. I turned around, facing that yearning eye, and lay on my back on the bed, gently caressing my breasts with both hands. Then my right hand slowly moved down to my flat stomach, to the thick pubic hair… I gently pressed my middle finger against my labia, rubbing, rubbing, feeling the breath of my vagina. I dared not look up at that little corner; I didn't want anyone to discover that I was a lewd girl performing a lewd act for outsiders. I just wanted to quietly satisfy the pleasure of exposure; after all, masturbation was normal. I became more and more excited. I turned around, lay face down on the bed, raised my buttocks high towards that greedy eye, and began to moan. My middle and ring fingers sank deep into my vagina, thrusting, thrusting… faster and faster, faster and faster. I couldn't hold back anymore; my moans turned into cries. I was about to climax… Just then, “Knock knock knock…” There was a knock on the door. I was startled; the climax I was about to reach vanished instantly. “Who is it?” I asked. "Cheng Cheng, I saw your light is still on. Are you asleep?" The boy from across the hall said from outside. "No, wait a minute, I'll open the door for you." I wondered what he wanted. He must have seen me masturbating and came to interrupt me; he probably found it exciting. Whatever! I walked naked to the door, opened it a crack, and peeked out, asking, "What?" His lecherous eyes told me I was right. This was indeed exciting; I was naked, face-to-face with a boy, separated only by the door. He knew I wasn't wearing anything, and I knew he knew I wasn't wearing anything. Seeing that I had only opened the door a crack, he tilted his head, wanting to peek at the "scenery" inside, but afraid I'd find out he was lecherous, he pretended not to tilt too far. "I...I..." he stammered, unable to finish. I thought, "He hasn't decided what he wants yet!" "I want to borrow your phone; mine's out of credit," he said. This was a good excuse. "Wait a minute, I'll get it for you." So I opened the door a crack, and he didn't dare push it open. He could see, but not the whole "scenery" inside. I was incredibly excited. He must really want to sleep with me, but I'm not interested in that kind of man. I really don't understand how that woman can tolerate her boyfriend having sexual fantasies about other women... That night, I masturbated several times. The next morning, I felt empty inside. I didn't know what I had done yesterday, or why I had done it. I only knew that countless times of self-reproach from the past were repeated at the start of this new day.
This contradictory world has given me a contradictory heart, and I have to use this contradictory heart to deal with this contradictory world. From the initial exposure, to being discovered and losing my reputation, from regaining my self-esteem and starting university life, to continuing to fall into depravity and resolving to change, it's like a circle. The days that followed returned to the origin of the nightmare. As the years go by and I get older, I value the opinions of everyone around me more and more. So the more I wanted to expose myself, the more conflicted I became; the more conflicted I became, the more exciting it was; the more exciting it was, the more I wanted to expose myself… Ever since the last time, whenever I wanted to expose myself, I would tell myself, “Just this once, just this once, the last time.” I don’t know how many times I showed myself in front of the “hidden” camera, but I became unsatisfied and started to plot further.
I planned to walk from my room to the living room wrapped in a towel after showering, and then pretend that the towel got caught and fell off, so that I would be exposed “accidentally” and completely naked. After planning it, I immediately put it into action. I secretly practiced it many times, and waited for the opportunity after I became proficient. Finally, one day I came home early from work and cleaned up the things in the living room first, so that when the towel slipped off, there would be nothing on hand to cover myself (there was hardly any furniture in the living room to begin with). I took a shower and then sat in my room waiting for them to come back. Just thinking about how long it had been since I had such a carefully planned operation made me tremble with excitement. Soon, I heard the door open outside, and it was quite noisy, sounding like there were more than just the two of them. I could vaguely hear them changing their shoes and talking about work, like colleagues coming over—what a surprise! But being naked in front of so many people, even though I pretended to be surprised, I still felt incredibly shy. And it was precisely this shyness that was truly exciting. Anyway, I was only going out for a quick peek; before they could even get a good look
, I was already back. I decided to begin my two-second "body show," then stood at the door, took a few deep breaths, opened the door, and went out. I smiled and greeted them, "So lively, are you having a party?" Then I strode forward, the hook I'd prepared already firmly ensnaring my towel behind me. The moment I stepped out, I clearly felt the towel slip down my chest, but I pretended to habitually close the door behind me. The exit, the towel falling, the door closing and trapping the towel—it was all so cleverly designed, so seamless, happening perfectly in an instant, leaving no flaw. At this point, my body was completely exposed. Facing five or six men and women in front of me, it was incredibly stimulating, so exciting I almost peed myself. But two seconds later, I still had to pretend to have an accident, scream loudly, then cover my chest, turn around, open the door, and run back…
No matter how meticulous people's thinking is, it's all just a trick in God's eyes, and my plan was flawed in its own way. When I turned to open the door, I found it locked, no matter how hard I tried. That's when I truly realized the seriousness of the situation. I frantically shook the doorknob, but it seemed to be working against me, refusing to budge. I desperately pulled my bath towel out, but it was firmly stuck in the crack. Imagine myself naked in front of a group of people, the only thing I was wearing being my slippers, and they were staring at my smooth back, long legs, round buttocks, and deep cleft. I turned around, trying to find something to cover myself, but I had already taken everything I could, and the living room was empty; there was nowhere to hide. I quickly crouched against the wall, covering my face with my hands. At that moment, the shame I felt reached its peak. Although I'm an exhibitionist, I only like to be exposed; I don't want to be seen. Before, when I was spied on, the cameras weren't very clear, and the distance was far, so the images were just blurry. But today, it was so clear and real. I started to regret my impulsiveness, regretted coming to Shanghai, regretted not dying sooner. But what was the use? It was all too late. I wanted to crawl into the hole, but God wouldn't be so merciful to me. What He wanted me to do was to experience shame naked in front of men and women... Luckily, the girl casually grabbed a shirt from her room. I wrapped it haphazardly around myself, stood up crying, and then realized there was a puddle of urine where I had just been squatting. Oh my god, I was so scared that I peed myself. They not only saw my naked body, but also my incontinence. Another wave of shame washed over me, and I collapsed onto the girl, sobbing uncontrollably... Later, the door was pried open, and their party ended badly (or perhaps seeing my embarrassing state had satisfied their amusement). But to them, everything I had planned was an accident. I was always an unfortunate victim of an accident, and I never let them think I was a lewd exhibitionist.
I had to move out; after all, if I still had the nerve to live there as if nothing had happened, it would make them feel abnormal. So I found a new apartment not far from the company. After that incident, I didn't dare to think about it for a long time. Just thinking about it brought back the shame, that almost frantic feeling—indescribable, my heart trembling with embarrassment. Time passed, and the long holiday was approaching. Everyone in the company was planning their vacations, except me. I didn't want to go home, didn't want to see familiar faces, didn't want to shatter this wonderful feeling of being unrecognized. I decided to stay at the company and work overtime, taking on a new task from my boss, intending to complete it during the holiday—perhaps a good opportunity for promotion.
The holiday arrived, everyone left, and only a few employees and I remained. I began my task. When I started planning, I realized it was a completely unfamiliar topic, unlike any previous project. To continue, I had to learn the basics first. There was no other way but to bite the bullet and do it. So I arrived at the company very early in the morning and worked late into the night. After countless days, the project finally made progress. I expected to finish it by the end of the holiday, and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. I glanced at my watch and realized it was almost time to leave work. I packed my things, ready to go home and get a good night's sleep. Suddenly, I felt an urgent need to pee. My office is on the 16th floor, but the restrooms have been broken for the past few days, so I have to go down to the 15th floor. I took out some tissues from my bag and walked out of the office. "So much for being on vacation!" I thought to myself, looking at the empty office space. Maybe it was the sudden relaxation after a stressful day, or maybe it was the lack of anything exciting happening in a long time, but I suddenly felt an urge to expose myself. "Exposing myself here"—this crazy thought startled me. "Forget it, I'm doing a good job here, performing well, and my boss appreciates me. Maybe he'll recommend me for further studies abroad soon. I'd better stay put." With that thought, I dismissed the idea. When I got to the 15th floor, it was empty too. "I can expose myself here!"
I couldn't help but think again. "Oh my god, exposing myself here is too risky. I've been here a few times, but I'm not familiar with the environment at all. I wouldn't even know which way to run, not to mention there's CCTV footage." The more I thought about it, the more itching I became. "Just once, just this once, and don't go too far." I convinced myself again. So I went to a corner, where it was dimly lit, and quietly took off my underwear from under my skirt. "Okay, that's enough!" I took the underwear and walked towards the bathroom. The building was as quiet as death. I walked down the long corridor, glancing around. Seeing no CCTV cameras, my hand began to wander over my skirt again. My heart pounded, and the more I tried to pull it up, the more nervous I became. "No one will be here," I reassured myself, and I slowed my pace, tiptoeing to minimize the sound of my heels. Whether it was from walking on tiptoe or from the excitement, my legs trembled as I walked. I felt a cool, tingling fluid secreting from my vagina. I looked around again to make sure it was safe, then pulled up my skirt, exposing my buttocks. I held my buttocks high, twisting my hips as if releasing all my energy. I enjoyed the pleasure of exposure while remaining constantly vigilant, afraid someone might suddenly appear. Reaching the end of the corridor, I tentatively glanced around the corner. No one was there, so I continued walking. Finally, I reached the restroom. Sitting on the toilet, I lingered, savoring the experience. Suddenly, another daring thought popped into my head: I was going to use the men's restroom. At this point, I was completely irrational; I'd do whatever came to mind. First, I looked out into the hallway from the restroom entrance to make sure no one was coming, so I wouldn't be seen as soon as I entered. Then I listened carefully inside; there was no sound, just some noises, like someone was using it. I waited and waited, but no one came out. So I decided to sneak in. If someone was using the toilet, they were probably just doing it, and as long as I didn't disturb them and they sat down inside, I'd be safe. The only risk was that they wouldn't open the door as soon as I entered. With that thought, I decided to carry out my risky plan.
I picked up my shoes and gently pushed open the door, tiptoeing forward step by step, thinking, "Please don't come out, please don't come out," my heart pounding so hard it was almost unbearable (at this point, I was also thinking that if my heart couldn't handle the stimulation and I died inside, I wondered what they would think). Finally, I reached the toilet stall, gently closed the door, lowered the seat, and sat down, letting out a long sigh of relief. But I didn't dare urinate immediately, unsure if anyone was actually inside. After a while, I heard the sound of flushing from the next stall, and I felt a pang of fear at my luck… The footsteps faded into the distance, and I couldn't hold it in any longer and urinated. Excitedly, I masturbated several times in the men's restroom… When I got home that night, I was so exhausted I had no energy left and collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep immediately.
It had been a long time since I'd felt this "stealing." As I reveled in this satisfaction, I also took another step closer to destruction.
I repeated this routine every day, becoming increasingly reckless. I would take off my underwear and bra before leaving the office, going commando. I also switched to soft-soled shoes to reduce unnecessary risks. Furthermore, since it was a holiday, I could wear informal skirts, like those with buttons or zippers on the sides, so that when opened, the entire skirt was just one piece of fabric, making it easy to take off and put on. I climbed the stairs to the 15th floor. There were very few people. Once I was sure it was safe, I would lift my skirt. Later, I simply opened it and held it in my hand. Whenever I encountered someone, I would quickly surround them. It was dangerous, but I managed to get away unscathed. Sometimes I would pretend to work late. At night, apart from the security guards on duty, there was practically no one around except for my lewd self. I could wander naked through the office building, or quietly take the stairs to other floors (because there were security cameras in the elevators, and I couldn't hide from others). I would jump around on the desk, then lie down, legs spread open towards the window, looking at the brightly lit buildings outside… Of course, I would also hide a few pieces of clothing in some places, just in case. And so, I immersed myself in my own naked world, returning to my true nature, exposing my body, and wantonly indulging my soul…
The holiday was almost over, and a few employees had already returned to work, with some still working overtime. I decided to take one last risk. That day, I finished my work early and, as usual, took off my underwear and bra before heading out. I was wearing a dress that barely covered my buttocks, with a row of buttons in the front for easy removal. Looking at the empty lobby and quiet corridor, I was reluctant to leave this wonderful holiday. It was a pity they would all be back in a few days, maybe even tomorrow, so I had to cherish tonight. I couldn't wait to expose myself. It wasn't even the normal closing time yet, and some employees were still in the office. I grew increasingly nervous and eager to get started. This time, unlike usual, I planned to be completely naked on the stairs, then carefully make my way down the corridor to the 15th-floor restroom. I reached the stairwell, glanced around to make sure no one was there, and slowly unbuttoned my skirt, one button, two buttons… When I had unbuttoned it all, a chill ran down my spine. This was too risky, too thrilling. I felt a tingling sensation run down my spine, as if every pore on my body was standing on end. I slowly pulled my arms out of my sleeves, then clutched the skirt to my chest and slowly began to walk downstairs. Each small step brought an unprecedented thrill and pleasure, just like that time in the classroom. I tried to stop the trembling in my body, but it was beyond my control. My waist rubbed against the cold stair railing, making my body feel burning hot. At that moment, nothing else mattered; I just needed to keep walking forward, and forward again.
After crossing the stairs to the 15th floor, I instinctively peeked out and looked to both sides. No one was there. Okay, I'll just walk out like this, just walk out like this. Although I thought this, I didn't actually do it. After all, I didn't know what would happen at the end of the long corridor. A force was driving me to do something extremely irrational. But even though I knew it was unreasonable, I couldn't escape this control, so I hesitated at the stairwell... Ultimately, evil triumphed over reason. I thought, if someone comes from the opposite direction, I'll turn around, put on my clothes, and run back; if someone comes from behind, I'll put on my clothes and run forward. If... if... my thoughts were in chaos; I couldn't imagine what else might happen. So, I took my first step into an uncertain future... I tried to keep my steps light and quick, wanting to break through those short 50 meters as safely and quickly as possible. The road seemed too long, as if it would never end. When I was halfway across, I began to regret it. I shouldn't have taken such a risk. All the pleasure was replaced by tension, all the excitement vanished. I felt like a deserter trying to escape a death trap; my breathing seemed to stop. Now, all I had to do was put on my clothes to escape the potential predicament, but like I was bewitched, instinct prevented me from doing so, urging me to continue walking naked to the end... I walked faster and faster, until finally, I was running forward. As I approached the corner, my heart leaped into my throat. What if someone suddenly appeared around the corner? What if someone else came up behind me at the same time…? I dared not think any further, only hoping this nightmare would end quickly. Reaching the corner, I stopped and looked in the other direction; thankfully, no one was there. Then I heard footsteps behind me. Someone was coming. Luckily, I had already passed the corner, and they couldn't see me anymore. I kept running… finally reaching the restroom. I just hoped God wouldn't be too cruel to me. After this long 50-meter death trap, I didn't want an unexpected blow at the end. Please, please, no one was in the restroom… I prayed as I went inside. It was empty, completely bare. I rushed into the stall, locked the door, and plopped down on the toilet seat. Only then did I realize my body was soaked in sweat, my mouth dry as if on fire. I hadn't felt this tense in a long time. I dared not relive that past minute. I wanted to scream, but my throat was hoarse. The footsteps from before grew closer and closer, finally stopping beside me. That slut even came to the toilet! She almost killed me.
I don't know how long I sat in the toilet, but when I calmed down, I felt a strange mix of excitement and surprise. I was incredibly thirsty, so I boldly put down my clothes and went naked to the unisex sink to drink. I scooped up water and poured it over myself; the cool water on my face and body gave me an indescribable pleasure. I gasped for breath… I didn't dare stay by the sink too long, so I quickly went back to the restroom, put on my clothes, and returned to my office. Everything was calm again. I sat in my office chair, savoring the pleasure, only to realize I'd forgotten to pee because I was so nervous. But no problem, I peed in the bag in my office.
Next, I became increasingly frenzied. My desire was uncontrollable, this fire unquenchable. I wanted to walk that path again, this time leaving my clothes in the office and walking out completely naked. I wanted to strip completely naked, to expose myself completely. So I began my utterly frantic behavior.
I turned off the office lights, stripped naked, even down to my shoes. Then I peeked through the blinds—it was pitch black, nothing there. I opened the door and went out. To prevent myself from coming back out of fear, I locked the office door, so I could only go back in when no one was around and I needed to find a card elsewhere. I hunched over, tiptoed forward, terrified someone would barge into the lobby, cautiously scanning my surroundings and preparing the nearest escape route. I had lost all reason, so this time I decided to take the elevator down. This was incredibly dangerous. How could I avoid the security cameras in the elevator? Perhaps if the building didn't have any security issues in the next three months, the footage would be automatically erased; if someone saw me, there would be nowhere to hide. But I couldn't worry about that now. I prayed to God to pull me back from the brink of madness, but this opportunistic and gambler's mentality had already taken over my brain. I found a safe spot and looked towards the elevator entrance from a distance; no one was around. The elevator was descending; I planned to wait until it reached the 17th floor and then run to press the button. The elevator drew closer, and I wondered if I'd run into anyone the moment I stepped out, if it would be empty when the doors opened, and what awaited me on the 15th floor. Controlled by these uncertainties, I grew increasingly tense, yet also increasingly excited. It felt like my entire life was on the line in those 15 seconds. If I were caught, I'd be dead, but death no longer mattered at that moment. Time was of the essence; the elevator had arrived. I sprinted to the door and pressed the button. The doors slowly opened, and I saw an angel smiling. Great! I rushed in and quickly closed the doors. The elevator started moving again. What would the next stop be? I didn't know; those few seconds felt like an eternity. Every muscle in my body was tense and stiff. I waited at the door, awaiting my angel or my death. With a crisp ring, the elevator doors opened again. Luckily, I saw a person's back, drifting away into the distance. At that moment, I ran out like the wind and turned towards the long corridor I had just walked through naked.
But this time, luck wasn't on my side. Someone was coming from across the corridor. I turned and ran towards the stairwell to go upstairs, but unfortunately, a dark figure was moving down the stairs. If it turned, I'd be exposed. Without thinking too much, I turned and ran downstairs again, hoping to escape this catastrophe. I hid on the landing between the 14th and 15th floors, waiting for them to pass. The sound grew closer and came directly in my direction; the crisp sound of high heels felt like it was pounding on my heart. Was she going to take the stairs too? I was about to cry. I ran downstairs as fast as I could. The 14th floor was below, a place I'd never been before, and I knew nothing about the surroundings. I had no choice but to keep going down, so I cautiously made my way to the 13th floor. But the sound continued to press down. Should I go down again? Just as I hesitated, I heard voices coming from downstairs, accompanied by hurried footsteps approaching… I was truly surrounded by enemies. A huge wave of fear washed over me. Only one word filled my mind: escape! But it's easier said than done; where can I escape to? I had no choice but to crawl into the 13th floor. I was going crazy. The situation was becoming increasingly unclear and unsafe. My office was on the 16th floor, and I was trapped on the completely unfamiliar 13th floor. I thought about hiding behind the door at the stairwell and waiting for them to pass by, then sneaking back to my office to end everything as quickly as possible. But I couldn't stay here too long; who knew what might happen next? So I decided to find a safe place to hide first and then make further plans. I tentatively stepped out, but as soon as I peeked out, I saw three people chatting and laughing not far from me in the corridor. I was in trouble; I couldn't get out. The voices behind me were already approaching. If I didn't get out of the way soon, my trembling buttocks and deep crevice would be completely exposed. They might be shocked, or they might call more people to see me. But how could I escape this predicament? Should I repeat my old trick and say someone was trying to rape me? But who would believe that? They might even call the police and check the building's security footage, making my situation even more embarrassing. Just then, I saw a room on the other side of the corridor directly opposite. The door was ajar, and the lights were off, so there shouldn't be anyone inside. I felt like I heard the voice of God's salvation. If I went in, I could escape this temporary crisis. But the room was on the other side, and to get there I had to cross a corridor several meters wide. And it was so bright here; the people chatting would definitely see me. But not going through was tantamount to waiting to die. Not going through meant certain death, and going through meant certain death, so I might as well take one more risk and walk past them naked. My legs trembled uncontrollably. I tiptoed, slowly creeping forward, one hand protecting my chest, the other covering my buttocks. I turned my head to the side, trying to hide my face with my hair, and because I couldn't bear to face it all, I couldn't bear to look at the other end of the corridor. And so, step by step… step by step I walked forward, and I clearly felt an urge to urinate. Then a small stream of warm urine squeezed out of my vagina, flowing down my inner thigh. I dared not breathe, my breath trembling with nervousness… And so, I forced myself to walk on. After quietly squeezing into the room, I quickly closed the door and squatted down. Then I heard high heels follow me into the 13th floor, saying from outside, “Who’s so annoying as to pour water here?” I guessed she must have seen my urine stain. I let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
One problem after another, just then I realized that the room I had just entered wasn’t empty. Good heavens, it was a large auditorium with about 200 people. The lights were off, and the curtains were all drawn. It was pitch black because they were showing a slideshow. The slides were projected one by one onto the large screen. By the flickering light, I could clearly see that the auditorium was almost full, and I could also clearly see my own milky-white silhouette. What had just happened had already dealt me a heavy blow, and just as I was still reeling from the shock, more blows followed – truly a double whammy. Luckily, I had moved very quietly when I entered, and immediately crouched down. The room was very dark, so no one noticed a naked beauty sneaking in. Having just escaped one danger only to fall into another, I had no time for regret. I quickly crawled on the floor, following the aisle along the wall towards the back of the auditorium. The aisle was very narrow, only about a meter wide. As I crawled, I could almost smell the stench of the feet of the people sitting in the chairs. The auditorium was about 20 meters long, and I crawled along this 20-meter aisle, not daring to make a sound, because I didn't know who might be looking around instead of paying attention to the screen. This reminded me of that time I walked naked through a movie theater, but this time was different; this place was full of people. As I crawled, a foot in a high heel blocked my way. I looked up and saw a woman looking at the screen, but her leg was sticking out and twitching. I really wanted to stand up and slap her, but that was just a thought, because she was blocking my way. I couldn't crawl past her, and I couldn't back up, so I had no choice but to obediently lie on the cold floor, staring at that twitching high heel, hoping it would quickly change position and go back. And so, another long 10 minutes passed. In those minutes, I thought of every possible way to escape, but I dismissed them all. My only hope was to move that stinky leg aside, then crawl to the back corner and pray that no one would notice when the show ended. All along, God had been kind to me. Just as I was praying, the woman turned around to talk to someone else, and I seized the opportunity to quickly crawl forward. 10 meters, 9 meters, 8 meters… I calculated with longing. But just then, a cigarette butt drifted down directly above me and landed on my back. Instinctively, I wanted to shake my body; the excruciating pain made me want to scream, but I was afraid of being discovered, so I endured it, endured it, until the cigarette butt on my back cooled and went out.
By then, I was completely exhausted, with only my last breath. I struggled to crawl forward, finally reaching the last row. At the very back of the auditorium was a large floor-to-ceiling window with two thick curtains hanging above it. I dragged my weary body inside. I heard a few clanging sounds, and looking down, I realized I was lying on top of a pile of Coca-Cola cans. Good heavens, which idiot put so many broken cans here?! Just then, someone next to me said, "Did you hear that?" Another voice replied, "It sounds like there's movement behind us. Check what's there." Hearing this, I knew my recklessness had alerted everyone present. What could I do? What could I do? I was at their mercy, a fish on the chopping block, left to fate. Thinking about all this, I realized that I could no longer escape this disaster. I was no longer afraid. I lay quietly on the pile of jars like a dead man, not daring to move, waiting for the final judgment. No matter how you see me, how you treat me, whether you humiliate me or even rape me, it doesn't matter, because I have already given up hope... "Alright, let's look at the slides. You won't remember them all in a moment." The voice from before gave me hope to live when I was in despair. I escaped once again.
For the next hour or so, I was painfully held in a agonizing position—my waist and legs were suspended in the air, one arm was arched backward with force, the other stretched forward, my chest and abdomen were supported by several canisters, and my head was also suspended in mid-air, as if swimming, with all my body weight resting on my chest. I tried to lower my head and limbs, but even the slightest movement made a cracking sound. My knees were chafed raw, and the burns on my back still ached. My body was exhausted to the extreme, and I didn't know how much longer I could endure this position. I thought back to that time at the movie theater. I hadn't originally intended to take such a risk, but my boyfriend forced me to do it. Although I hated him at the time, the thrill of being outside my control afterward convinced me. This time was the same, except that what forced me was the surrounding environment. Now I just wanted to hide inside, away from the crowd, and then back to my office, back to my peaceful little room… When I turned my head to look out the window, I was stunned once again. Outside, tall ladders, workers coming and going, elevators going up and down—a scene of bustling activity. Then I remembered that the west side of the building was under renovation, and unfortunately, the room I was in was on that side, separated from theirs by only a window. The afterglow of the setting sun was particularly dazzling. I didn't know if they saw me—a naked girl, limbs raised, neck arched, sprawled on the ground, right in front of a group of grown men, in such a strange position. The people outside were walking about 20 centimeters away from me; clearly, they didn't seem to be watching me. Perhaps I should thank the building's glass for its light refraction. Thinking of this, I felt much safer. Looking around at everything, I was naked in the crowd, looking at this beautiful scene… and a strange excitement welled up inside me; my vagina started secreting lubrication again. I felt so ashamed, after all, I was still in danger. But I couldn't control my body's instinctive reaction; I became more and more excited, and my lubrication flowed from my vagina onto the floor. I touched my own body, my hard nipples, my pert buttocks, and my lovely clitoris. And I had to maintain this stiff posture, my burning body only able to satisfy my desires through fantasies. Everything before me looked like countless male organs, my parched throat unable to produce a single drop of saliva, I used the last vestiges of reason to control my body… Ah… Ah… I couldn’t help but moan softly, yet I was afraid of being heard. My lower abdomen rose and fell, stimulating my uterus, I contracted my anus, stimulating my vagina, I forcefully contracted my vaginal muscles, my labia opening and closing, as if breathing, or as if yearning for my beloved man’s thrusts… Ah… I climaxed, I closed my eyes tightly, my whole body convulsing, I needed to urinate, ah… a stream of milky white liquid gushed from my vagina… This was my first time climaxing and ejaculating.
Under such intense tension, I actually fantasized until I climaxed and ejaculated, my body could no longer support me, my limbs slowly fell, thankfully without making a sound. I leaned my head to the side on the ground, reaching behind me to wipe my vulva. It was sticky and slippery. The moment my fingers touched it, the lingering pleasure after my orgasm sent a shiver down my spine. I had never felt so satisfied, performing an orgasm right behind 200 people. I lay there quietly, like a dead person, my mind empty.
As usual, after the orgasm, I didn't want to expose myself, and I was timid. But this time, I was still naked in the auditorium on the 13th floor. Even after everyone had left, I still didn't dare to come out from behind the curtain. It was completely dark, and the streetlights were just coming on outside. I tried to peek out and look around, then bravely walked out. Based on my past experience, almost everyone in the office building should be gone by now, so there wasn't much danger. I reached the stairwell and tried to climb the stairs, but unfortunately, the door was locked. What to do? I didn't want to take the elevator. So I walked around the entire floor to the east stairwell, hoping it wasn't locked. So, I walked from the west end of the building to the east end, then went up to the 16th floor, and walked back from the east end to the west end. I found an IC card in the lobby, used it to open the door, and returned to my office.
Gradually, this method no longer satisfied me, and my battlefield shifted from indoors to outdoors, from night to day.
The first time I went out, I wasn't very bold. As usual, I chose a dress with a row of buttons in the front, dressed neatly, and went out with my bag. At a McDonald's, I went to the restroom to take off my underwear and bra and put them in my bag. Immediately after taking them off, I felt the breeze under my skirt, like a teasing little tongue caressing my smooth bottom. I tried to tell myself not to get excited so quickly; the action had only just begun. Then I went out and found a chair to sit on, secretly playing with my nipples through my clothes with my fingers. Although this was nothing compared to my previous behavior, there were too many people, so I didn't dare to be too blatant. My skirt was also below the knee, and if someone accidentally saw I wasn't wearing underwear, I'd definitely be considered a slut, and I didn't want that. Later, I became increasingly excited, slowly putting my hand under the table, constantly glancing around to see if anyone was watching me. I rubbed my genitals through my clothes, and my vagina gushed out like a flood…
Later, I started taking a vibrator to the movies and supermarkets. Once, a colleague invited me to a birthday party. I wore a dark skirt, inserted the vibrator, and put a sanitary napkin on my underwear to prevent vaginal discharge. Then I went to the party with it on vibrating. At the party, I talked to them while enduring the orgasms brought on by the vibrator.
Time passed like this, and summer arrived in the blink of an eye. This summer was unusually hot; the sky was particularly low, making it hard to breathe. Even with the air conditioning on full blast, I couldn't dispel the oppressive feeling. I decided to go out and expose myself one last time, though it would be the last time in countless attempts. Faced with primal desires, my rationality always crumbles.
I always wear this dress on the street; the streets are especially deserted at midday, particularly in the sweltering summer, giving me plenty of opportunities. I walk on the scorching road, and when no one is around, I start unbuttoning it, then walk forward with the dress draped over my shoulders. A gentle breeze blows, carrying a captivating fragrance. I feel as if I'm in nature, back in the time of our ancestors, wandering the wilderness with my most intimate parts exposed. I've exposed myself too many times; I dare not expose myself in crowded and dangerous places, and in sparsely populated areas, there seems to be no thrill. I wonder if my exhibitionist tendencies have become numb. Then I suddenly remembered a picture I saw in college, of a body-painted model with a garment painted on her body, walking into a crowd, and no one even noticed her. My heart skipped a beat. To brush past strangers naked in broad daylight—how thrilling! Why don't I do that? Another incredibly revealing idea was born.
I went to the paint market to pick out some paint. After all, it would be applied to my body, and it would be terrible if it were harmful. However, seeing the manufacturer's advertisement that they even dared to drink it, I felt reassured. I bought several colors of paint and learned how to use them from the saleswoman, how to wash them off if spilled on my skin. She told me that powdered paint is easy to wash off, but not waterproof. The saleswoman also asked me why I bought paint. I told her that my neighbor's child could use it for crafts, and I was buying it for him. Haha, I'm quite the con artist. When I got home, I was as excited as when I first exposed myself. I quickly mixed the paint, then took off all my clothes and stood in front of the mirror, designing new outfits for myself. Since it was a person, I couldn't draw the back completely, so I drew the chest area in the front and only drew a horizontal line across the back, making the upper body look complete. Then, following the design of the model, I drew a pair of black athletic shorts on my body, trying to make each line as even and natural as possible. The brush kissed my skin line by line, and I could almost see myself walking naked through a crowd in broad daylight…
After finishing, I turned left and right in front of the mirror, getting more and more excited. However, I waited until nightfall before eagerly putting my plan into action. I was “wearing” these shorts, and just to be on the safe side, I also brought my usual dress. This way, in case of an emergency, it would cover up the fact that I wasn't going commando. Everything was ready, and I set off.
I was a little scared at first to take the elevator out. I put my bag behind my back to cover my bottom, and then draped my skirt over my arm and held it to my chest for cover. The elevator doors opened, but unfortunately there were two people inside. I still had to pretend to be calm and walk in. Once inside, I quickly pressed myself against the back of the elevator, my body trembling with fear, silently praying, "Please don't notice anything!" The elevator was dimly lit, and I made it to the first floor without any incident. My courage grew, and I strode out. There were many people coming and going in the lobby, but no one noticed my unusual behavior. I was incredibly excited and wanted to stretch out my arms and spin around a few times. Even though I had exposed myself before, I had never been so blatant and arrogant as I was today.
After leaving the lobby, I wandered along the street in the evening breeze, one hand holding my bag and skirt, the other hand starting to slide over my body. Facing the hurried crowds, whether office workers or students, singles or couples, all passing by me, my heart screamed repeatedly, "I'm naked! I'm an exhibitionist! Come look at me!!" This feeling of complete exposure and the satisfaction of not caring if others noticed had been fully released. In every secluded spot, I felt the urge to urinate, so I stopped and squatted by the roadside to pee, then immediately stood up and left when I saw people. The wind carried away the remaining urine, cool and refreshing, like a lover's kiss.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a little tired, so I turned and walked back. Then I passed a brightly lit disco, and a daring idea popped into my head, urging me to go inside… Oh my god, what followed was unforgettable. I put my clothes on the bar, and, completely naked, shook my head, swayed my hips, twisted my buttocks, and danced naked in the dance floor to the loud music. As I rubbed against the people around me, I felt their rough clothes sliding against my skin, caressing my back, waist, thighs, pert buttocks, and engorged nipples. I unleashed my desires without restraint, naked and alluring in the crowd. In their eyes, I was just a girl in a tight-fitting dress, acting wildly in a disco. I started masturbating… That night, I reached the peak of my arousal.
From then on, I exposed myself like this every day, becoming increasingly brazen. Every night, I tried to make my clothes look realistic, using only dark colors. When I went out, I no longer wore any clothes to cover myself, just this new paint-painted outfit, carrying a small bag for money and keys hanging on my wrist. Sometimes I wore short skirts without underwear, painting a line on my body so others wouldn't notice. I chose a super short skirt that just covered my buttocks, but they would be exposed whenever I bent over. When others saw it, they thought it was my underwear, but it was actually my buttocks and labia. By doing this, I subtly satisfied my desire for exposure. Every time someone saw it, my vagina would churn with desire, and I had to quickly get out of sight. If they noticed that I was aroused and had smeared the paint on my underwear, it would be too embarrassing.
However, I never went out like this during the day; the sunlight was too bright. But one day, I couldn't suppress my desire and wanted to go out in this painted outfit during the day, but I still didn't dare. I struggled with this for several days before giving in. I wanted to go out and expose myself, but not in crowded places. I planned to go to the suburbs, where there were fewer people and the scenery was beautiful. I wanted to truly reconnect with nature.
I chose a weekend, got up early to "dress up," put on a coat, and spent a long time looking at Google Earth, so I knew the terrain of my destination very well. I made sure every path was imprinted in my mind. And so began my day's journey. Such activities are always filled with passion. Sitting on the light rail heading to the suburbs, gazing at the green fields stretched horizontally outside the window, I felt an indescribable excitement and anticipation.
Soon, we arrived at our destination. Pretending to be a tourist, I followed my plan and came to a side path—though I was a tourist after all. I habitually glanced around, and after confirming no one was nearby, I took off my coat, leaving my bare body completely exposed to the air. Carrying my bag and coat, I walked forward, watching the sparse pedestrians and cars in the distance, basking in the sunshine—everything was so pleasant. I squatted down to urinate at every stop, not much, but I couldn't suppress the urge.
People are most relaxed when they're comfortable, and I was no exception. As I walked, I became oblivious to my surroundings, no longer paying attention to changes in my environment. Just as I was getting carried away, a car suddenly pulled up beside me. Before I even noticed it, the window opened, and a dead head popped out: "Excuse me, do you know how to get to xx?" Ah! I was startled and instinctively turned to look at him, my face filled with panic. I was completely naked at the time. "Excuse me, do you know how to get to xx?" he asked again. I snapped out of it and pointed ahead: "Just ahead, turn right." He thanked me, then glanced back at me lecherously before driving away.
In broad daylight, I had been talking to a complete stranger with my bare backside sticking out. This thrilling experience sparked another daring idea. I wanted to put down my bag and coat, and take off my shoes. But it was too dangerous. This was a highway, after all. What if I couldn't escape in an emergency, and what if I lost my clothes? I tried to suppress this crazy thought. "Just try it, just try it," I told myself. I felt restless if I didn't, and holding my things made me feel incompletely exposed. I glanced at the road ahead, chose a fork in the road not too far away, and decided to put down the clothes, walk there, and then walk back… The moment I took off my shoes, my hands were free, and my feet stepped onto the hard road, which was a little hot from the sun. It felt like a complete release. I hid the clothes under a pine tree by the roadside, making sure no one would find them, and then quickly strode forward. When I reached the fork, I turned back, vigorously wiggling my hips as I walked, constantly stroking my body. I wished time could stand still at that moment. After running back, I jumped up and down excitedly. So I decided to continue, ignoring all the warnings I had just received.
This time, I grabbed the clothes, jumped off the road, found a very safe spot in the grass beside the road to hide them, made a clear mark, and jumped back onto the road. By noon, the road was eerily quiet, the air seemed to freeze, and the only sound was the cicadas chirping around me in the sweltering heat. I was trudging along the road, sometimes leaping, sometimes tumbling, even rolling on the ground in my excitement. I kept telling myself to go back, but then I kept telling myself, "Just a little further, the last little bit, and then I'll go back." I don't know how far I walked, maybe several kilometers. Just as I was still feeling exhilarated, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and I shivered slightly. I looked up and, oh my god, dark clouds loomed overhead, threatening rain.
I quickly turned and ran back, but I couldn't outrun the wind. In an instant, a torrential downpour began. I tried to find shelter, but the place was desolate and empty. Hiding under a tree risked being struck by lightning. The relentless rain washed over me, like giant hands ruthlessly stripping away my clothes. Soon, all the paint on my clothes was washed away, and I lost my last colorful barrier to the outside world. I deeply regret not buying waterproof paint. Why did I only want something easy to clean? Now look what happened, it's completely washed away. My white body stood out starkly against the black asphalt. I thought about going down to the side of the road, but the mud, pebbles, and withered grass there kept me back up. I crept along the roadside, hoping not to encounter anyone. In the pouring rain, I hugged myself tightly to conserve my last bit of warmth; the burning desire from before had been completely extinguished.
Just then, two parallel beams of light shone from ahead, and I quickly jumped down and crouched in the grass. The lights passed by me, and I could almost see people in cars enjoying the warmth—a cruel irony. I jumped back onto the road and quickened my pace, hoping to get back into my clothes as soon as possible. I don't know how long the rain lasted, but finally the sky cleared. I was soaked to the bone, my wet hair clinging to my face. I was shivering uncontrollably, too terrified to look back. I only saw hope when I saw the mark I made when I left. At that moment, I wanted to hide inside my warm clothes and never come out again. Then I'd drive home, make a bowl of hot soup, and take a nice, long bath…
Just then, a voice came from the sky, "You wish!" Was this God punishing me? When I got to where I had left my clothes, it was empty, as clean as my backside. "Where did they go?" I panicked more and more. "Where are my clothes?" I asked myself. They must have been washed away by the rain, but where could I find them? I searched everywhere, but to no avail. My clothes were gone. How could I get back? It was dozens of miles from the city. Even if I could get back, how could I not be found in such a crowded city? The night was getting darker and darker. I was going to freeze to death if this continued... What if I encountered bad people? A series of hypothetical scenarios flashed through my mind. "Cheng Cheng, Cheng Cheng, what were you thinking? What's the use of regretting it now?" I kept blaming myself. I should ask for help if I had no other choice, but I was afraid of encountering bad people. I crouched down in the bushes.
Just when I was at my wit's end, a bus drove by in the distance. "No, I can't stop him, there must be a lot of people on board." After a while, another minibus came by. I clearly saw the sign for XX Kindergarten on it; it was a vehicle picking up children to go to school in the city after the weekend. "That won't work either, so many children." So I waited again. It was getting late, and there were fewer and fewer people on the road. If I didn't get a ride soon, I really would have to sleep here. Suddenly, a red private car drove up from a distance. I
thought red cars must be driven by a woman, so I crossed my right arm over my chest, squeezed my legs together in front of me, trying to cover my private parts, and stood up half-squattingly to wave at it. At that moment, I just hoped that the driver wasn't a lecherous old man. My sudden appearance startled the driver, and after a sharp screech of brakes, a woman jumped out of the car. I breathed a sigh of relief. But standing naked in front of someone like that, the intense shame made me feel helpless. "What's wrong?" the woman asked in surprise. I continued to clutch my chest and clench my legs, crying as I said to her, "Big sister, please help me." She looked around, then suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into the car, saying, "Quick, get in! It's so cold, don't get frostbite!" It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to me so kindly, especially in such an awkward situation. The car started, taking me away from this place of trouble. I vowed never to come back. The big sister then asked me what was wrong. I lay naked in the passenger seat, just crying, and she didn't press me further. When we reached the city, she stopped the car and told me to stay inside. Then she went to a shopping mall and bought me some clothes and hot drinks. She then took me home…
From then on, I was somewhat disoriented, not knowing how to recover from the trauma of this incident. For two years, I locked myself in the house and never went out. My parents didn't know what had happened to me outside, and they didn't want to ask, afraid of reopening my wounds. But I often felt deeply guilty towards them. Their daughter hadn't brought them happiness and joy, but rather worry and sorrow. Looking at their increasingly haggard faces, what can I feel besides regret?
I've lost my human dignity, crossed the line of acceptable morality, and my life has lost all hope. If I were to meet my 10-year-old self one day, would I have the face to face her? When I have children in the future, would I dare to tell them this history? This kind of life has deeply weary me. If I've lost faith in life, why care about the world's evaluation of me, and why frantically seek thrills by challenging that evaluation? If there's still hope in my life, why do I struggle daily between desire and reason? I can't forget, I can't escape; the more I try to break free, the heavier it becomes. There's no hope, no end. I look up at the ceiling, which presses down on me mercilessly like a god…
The End. Thank you for watching.

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