My crazy exposure

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(I)
First, let me introduce myself, at least so everyone knows who I am! My name is Xie Mu,
born have a cheerful personality, delicate features, and a petite figure. However, I'm quite proud of my bust size,
which is close to a D cup. If I were to give you a comparison, many people say I look a bit like the superstar He Jie. If you don't
know you can search for her online.
I remember when I was very young, I lived with my maternal grandmother. My family was quite well-off, but unfortunately,
my parents often traveled for work, sometimes even abroad, and it was common for them to be away from home for months at a
time. So, when I was little, they sent me to live with my maternal grandmother.
In my hazy memory, I think they sent me to my grandmother's house when I was in the second grade of elementary school
. After all, my grandmother was family, and my parents felt more at ease. So, I lived with my grandmother for more than eight years, from when
she was over sixty years old until the day she passed away. I only returned to my own home that year, after I had just graduated from junior high school.
My maternal grandmother's home was in the countryside. Since it was the 1990s, and as most people in mainland China know,
rural areas were quite underdeveloped back then. Sometimes, even buying small daily necessities required a long
journey. Perhaps my parents wanted me to have a simpler childhood so I wouldn't be spoiled as a princess when I grew up. But little did
they know , this would lead me down a path I can't easily talk about.
My grandmother's house was a small, two-bedroom, two-living-room house, which was big enough for her as she lived alone.
My mother often nagged about moving her to the city, but my grandmother couldn't stand the hustle and bustle and insisted on staying
in the countryside. My mother couldn't persuade her otherwise and had to go along with it. People in the countryside are generally healthy, and my
grandmother was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.
I remember the day I arrived; my grandmother was so happy! She lifted me high above her head with both hands,
her smile lasting for days. I felt an extra connection to my maternal grandmother, so even though I
had to leave my parents at a young age, I didn't cry or fuss much.
My grandmother's house was surrounded by mountains on three sides; you could even say it was completely surrounded by mountains. In front was a small courtyard,
behind the house was a vegetable garden, and behind that was a small hill. To the right of the vegetable garden,
in the lower back corner of the kitchen (my grandmother's house faced east, with the kitchen at the southernmost end), there was a small pond.
Along the outer bank of the pond were some trees, and behind the trees was a path that people often passed by.
Looking through the trees from the path, you could see the pond and the vegetable garden.
Then, to the right of the kitchen, in front of the pond, was another small vegetable garden (because it was in the countryside,
far from the city, we couldn't buy vegetables every day, so we had to grow our own; hence, vegetable gardens in the countryside are usually quite large).
Around the garden was a simple fence made of bamboo branches, densely packed into the ground, the branches only reaching about neck
height for an adult.
After rambling on and on, I just wanted to give you a brief overview of my
childhood environment and habits.
Now, let's get to the point. I first felt excited about being exposed when I was 12 years old. I had been living at
my grandmother's for over four years, and I remember it was after I graduated from elementary school, during summer vacation. It was very hot,
so for convenience and to stay cool, I carried water to the back of the kitchen, to the edge of the pond, to bathe
.
At 12, my breasts were already slightly developing, and I had short, noticeable pubic hair.
I sat in the basin, oblivious to everyone around me, and sometimes I felt
aroused when my hand inadvertently brushed against my clitoris. Just then, a few of my grandmother's neighbors—three old men and a middle-aged man, I suppose—
were returning home from the fields, passing by the path outside the pond. In other words, they would definitely see me
bathing, since the trees offered little cover.
I suddenly had a very absurd thought: I really wanted them to see me
completely . Just then, the four of them stopped and stared at me. I pretended not
to see them and actually stood up straight facing them, feigning surprise at seeing someone,
then smiled at them.
Perhaps they thought I was too young and naive to know anything, so they
became even started chatting with me. They said they were tired from work and wanted me to bring them a bowl of water to quench their thirst. I didn't
avoid them, didn't say anything, and wasn't dressed. I poured
a bowl of water for each of them, my slightly firm breasts sticking out. As I passed the water to them over the bamboo fence, each of them reached out and groped me
a few times, then said something like, "You're such a pretty girl," and went back.
My mind went blank. I clearly remember feeling very shy, but I couldn't control myself.
All I wanted was to be naked in front of the four of them, to let them see my underdeveloped
breasts and my tiny pubic hair.
That shy excitement gave me my first orgasm. I felt a series of pleasurable
spasms throughout my body, and then I touched my genitals—and I came. At 12 years old, I actually
came because of exposure.
That was the first time my exhibitionist desires were perfectly expressed. After that, my
perverse desires were just beginning. Whenever it was hot, I rarely went back to the bathroom to shower. I would always carry
water to the pond to wash myself, always hoping someone would see me naked. I would get very excited, and my
hand would involuntarily touch my genitals. That's when I clearly understood and experienced a woman's orgasm
.
Later, I became so crazy that I couldn't control myself and would lie down on the dirty dirt to masturbate.
Of course, I was still very careful. I wasn't worried about my grandmother because she was definitely still in the fields
. I was worried about passersby seeing me. After all, I was thirteen or fourteen years old; I understood basic ethics
and . Besides, my breasts are quite large and firm now, and my pubic hair has grown into a thick clump.
If a passerby were to see me lying on the ground masturbating like this, I'd be too ashamed
to show my face. Before, when my pubic hair hadn't fully grown, I could excuse it by saying I was immature.
I like exhibitionism, but at only fourteen, I can't do anything too crazy; it's just small-scale stuff.
I remember once, it must have been in my third year of junior high (the education system in China might be different from Taiwan's).
There's a difference, in China it's six years of primary school, then three years of junior high and three years of senior high, and finally the college entrance exam.
It was autumn, but it was still very hot.
I remember that day my grandmother went to a relative's house and didn't come back that night, leaving me alone at home. I was already 15 years old
, and life in the countryside wasn't as complicated as in the city. After I repeatedly assured her that I could take care of myself, she
still went to the relative's house with some concern, and told me not to go far. I agreed to everything and made my promises.
(II)
After my grandmother left, I could indulge myself at home alone. Having already experienced
countless orgasms, I was incredibly happy.
It was already past 5 pm, but this damn weather was still so hot that it made me want to commit suicide. I figured
I was home alone anyway, and the neighbors were just across the hill, so they couldn't possibly see what was happening at my grandmother's house. So
I simply took off all my clothes and ran around naked, cooking, eating, and doing everything myself. It felt so
wonderful!
But this excitement didn't last long and gradually cooled down. Because the thrill of not being noticed
often fades quickly. Losing interest, I realized I was drenched in sweat. Sometimes, so much sweat dripped from
my chin a few drops landed on my nipples—a really strange feeling. My pubic hair was also wet
in clumps, quite sexy. Actually, I couldn't tell if it was sweat or my own vaginal fluid. Oh well, whatever
! Since I wasn't interested anymore, I figured I'd better take a shower and lie in bed with the air conditioning on!
I carried a bucket of water to my usual spot, the pond bank, to bathe (as I mentioned in Chapter 1,
after my first orgasm while bathing in the pond at age 12, I never went to
the bathroom ). But before I even got the water out the door, I changed my mind. Thinking it over, since no one was around and the neighbors
wouldn't come over, I decided to just bathe under the eaves in front of the house! I could also enjoy the beautiful
sunset , and there would be far fewer pesky mosquitoes—why not!
After making the decision, I slipped and slid naked (note that I've been naked
ever naked) as I carried water to wash in front of the spacious house.
About a hundred meters from the house, I could see a few cars occasionally passing by (there's a small,
winding ; about a hundred meters down the path, it becomes a main road accessible to cars). I didn't care much,
and I wasn't too worried, because unless they looked very closely, they would never see
a naked woman bathing about a hundred meters away, and a wanton woman constantly stroking her vulva.
As I fantasized, I wiped my body, and the coolness slowly returned, making me feel hot all over again. My
lewd nature made me scratch and rub my vulva vigorously. I seemed to have already left my
bathtub , lying directly on the dusty ground, rolling around, my hands constantly rubbing my vulva. In my mind
, I had forgotten the surrounding hills, my grandmother's house, the passing cars on the road ahead, and
everything around me.
I felt like I was back home, the streetlights were just coming on, and people rushing home from work hurried
back and forth on the neon-lit streets. I was lying naked in the middle of the bustling street, experiencing wave after wave of orgasms. It was
then that I realized I had an extreme exhibitionist tendency. I wanted everyone to see my wanton body,
to have their dirty shoes trample on my erect breasts from the orgasms, and my wet,
gushing vulva…
“Sister, sister…”
At that moment, I vaguely felt someone tapping me, but I was still immersed in my lewd fantasies and hadn't
fully woken up.
“Sister, sister…”
Then I felt it; someone was really tapping me, and someone was calling me. My reason was slowly
returning, but my wanton body was still making me struggle between fantasy and reality.
I slowly opened my eyes and suddenly saw a pair of feet in front of me. My heart skipped a beat, then a
chill ran down my spine. My first thought was that this person had clearly seen my lewd behavior! I
jumped up from the ground, all my climax vanishing in an instant.
I couldn't accept the reality before me. I was lewd, I loved exhibitionism, but I didn't want to be ruined.
I opened my terrified eyes wide and stared blankly at the person who had just called me "sister.
" "Hahahahaha," I chuckled. It was just a little boy, maybe five or six years old. Then I
burst into tears for my lewd nature. This
feeling was too much for me to bear. I cried loudly, squeezing my dusty, blackened breasts hard,
then pulling at my pubic hair, which was covered in vaginal fluid and grime.
"Sister, don't cry." At this moment, the little boy came over and wiped away my tears, telling me not to cry. He's
so young yet already knows how to care for others; I'm truly grateful for God's blessing that I'm standing before
a little boy who doesn't understand much yet.
"Little brother, what's wrong?"
"My family ran out of soy sauce, and my mom wants me to borrow some from Grandma Xie (my maternal grandmother, which is what the younger generation usually calls
Grandma Xie)."
"Oh, wait a minute, I'll get it for you." I took some soy sauce from the kitchen and poured him a small cup. He
jumped around, looking very happy: "Sister isn't wearing clothes, aren't you ashamed..."
Watching the little boy's departing figure, I realized that I had been naked the whole time, my body covered in
black, grime. My poor breasts, which I had just pinched and were now red and swollen, and the floor was covered with
the pubic hair I had just plucked.
I went back into the bathtub to wash off the grime and dirt, thinking about the terrifying
scene that had just unfolded. I wondered what would have happened if it had been an adult instead of a little boy—would they have raped
me, or…?
As I thought about it, I even began to yearn for the person who had seen me to be an adult, and for them
to torture me cruelly after discovering me. They would drag me naked to People's Square, the uneven, muddy pavement chafing my breasts
until they bled, then tie me tightly to the stage with thin ropes. Everyone would spit on me—
on my breasts, my genitals, my face, my buttocks, and even in my mouth—covered in their saliva.
Some urinate on me, and then many others would follow suit…
I covered my head with my hands, shaking it violently. I needed to clear my head; I couldn't let myself become like this.
What was I thinking?
Slowly, I regained my senses. I knew my lewd nature was unchangeable. Orgasms,
exhibitionism , even S&M—these were what I truly sought. Only in this way could I grasp
the true meaning of my life.
Still in a state of excitement, I tidied up the bathtub and other things outside, then went into
the kitchen to find some ice water in the refrigerator to cool my aroused body before bed. I was too tired; I
needed rest. I couldn't endlessly torment my body.
But I was wrong. As I wandered around the kitchen, I saw that the bottle of soy sauce I had poured for the little boy
was still uncapped. After capping it, I didn't put it back where it belonged. I actually
used the soy sauce bottle to masturbate.
As everyone knows, while the surface of a bottle is smooth, the cap has
many threads to make it easy to unscrew, so it's usually quite rough. I used this cap
to vigorously rub my clitoris, which was already swollen like a small soybean. But that still couldn't solve my current frenzied
state . I actually forced the bottom of the soy sauce bottle directly into my already overflowing, wet vagina.
I'm sure everyone knows what a soy sauce bottle looked like in the late 1990s. In terms of size, it was
about the same as a regular beer bottle today! Before this, although I was promiscuous, I had never let something so big
enter my vagina. Even when I couldn't control myself during orgasm, I would only insert three fingers at most,
and my hymen was mercilessly destroyed by my fingers.

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