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Are you an Exhibitionist?

I’ve never had the pleasure of having a exhibitionist experience, but I’ve always wanted to.  Whether it’s cutting lose at Mardi Gras and flashing my breasts or having sex on a boat deck within sight of the shoreline, I have so many fantasies from showing off to almost getting caught!

This is why I write. Being single I can’t always live out my fantasies but I can imagine them 100 different ways.

Here’s an excerpt from my story “Let the Good Times Roll” found only in my book, The Fantasy Files.

The next morning I woke up early and was ready to hit the streets and start partying! I couldn’t believe how many people were out drinking at 10 in the morning! It looked like a few of them hadn’t even gone to sleep the night before! We walked around the French Quarter and did some sightseeing, there was a decent amount of people milling about but it was rather tame.  Nothing like the wild stories of girls flashing that I had heard about from the guys in the past.  I have to say I was slightly disappointed.

After a thoroughly Creole lunch, crawfish and all, we headed back to the room to play cards and regroup for the night ahead.  When night fell we headed out and over to watch one of the big parades.  I had never seen anything like it! I was mesmerized by the lights, costumes and beads.  I coveted them like gold and tried to catch as many as I could.  The guys helped, and by the end of the parade I had a pretty nice assortment hanging around my neck.

The guys had started drinking beer a little earlier and I could tell they were finally starting to loosen up and let go of the apron strings.  I was not a beer drinker so Matt had gotten me a huge strawberry daiquiri which I sipped like a slurpee.  I got the “Kelly, don’t drink too much” and “Those are strong,  pace yourself” speeches.   I admit my tolerance wasn’t very high, but it tasted so good!

After the parade, we walked back to Bourbon Street.  Not only had the crowd grown enormous in the time we were gone, but it had gotten raucous as well.  The festivities were definitely under way! Patrick reached down, grabbed my hand and said, “Hey I want you to make sure to stick with us, no wondering off”.  “Yes Dad,” I smirked.

I was like a sponge… sucking up the sights, sounds, and smells.  Now that it was night things were a lot different.  People were a lot more intoxicated and inhibitions had gone by the wayside to say the least.  My own little buzz was kicking when I noticed there were people on balconies throwing beads.  More beads!! I had to have them!! It was then that I realized there was a small price to pay for those beads.  The women being tossed the glittering lovelies were brazenly flashing breasts.  Not just momentary glimpses, but ‘here get a good look and aren’t they amazing’ displays.  Feeling a jitter of nerves, I wasn’t sure I could pay the toll for my coveted beads.

I followed the guys through the crowd just soaking it all in.  It was even more exciting than my wildest imagination.  Some people were costumed, some drunk and passed out on the curb, others were making out in the middle of the street! I even passed one man peeing on the side of a building! This was wild.

“Hey lets go into this place” Patrick yelled over the crowd.  The bar had a second story balcony, and that is right where I wanted to go.  However, the guys got side tracked about 20 feet into the bar by a group of sorority girls from Alabama.  I hate sorority girls! I knew there was no budging them, so I let them know I was going on up to the balcony.  “Don’t leave this bar without us” was Patrick’s response.  Off I went!

The view from the balcony couldn’t be described.  You could see for several blocks in both directions, the crowd had grown into a living throng of writhing bodies.  I wasn’t on the balcony for more than a couple minutes and I heard yells of “Show your tits!”  Looking down I watched enrapt as a group of guys below started to point at me and chant “Show your tits!”

I felt a little embarrassed at first, the only guy who had seen my chest before had been my ex-boyfriend, the only guy I had ever had sex with.  Then a group of men below started throwing the most beautiful beads I had seen yet up at me.  These were much nicer than the smaller ones I had caught at the parade.  I don’t know if it was the beads, the alcohol, or a combination of both but, I let loose and gave them a quick flash….the crowd roared!

Wow! I thought.  I had never gotten that enthusiastic of a response from men before.   It really excited me.  Heat spiraled into my body pooling between my thighs, making me flush with excitement.  It was intoxicating to see that many men clamoring for a glimpse of my body.  Hearing their roar of approval once I gave them a taste, well… it was simply addictive.

At the exact moment I went to flash again, I felt a tug on my shirt from behind.  “What the hell are you doing!” Patrick yelled at me.  OMG I was so embarrassed! I hadn’t known the guys had walked up behind me as I was baring my breasts.  Patrick was really pissed.  I got a little defensive, and argued with him before storming back into the bar.

I pouted for all of an hour while listening to music and nursing a few more drinks.  I had the occasional guy come up and try to make small talk, but my mood had dissipated and I brushed them off.

Patrick finally came back over and apologized.  He told me I had caught him by surprise and he just overreacted.  He wasn’t going to tell my brother.  He also informed me that he and Kevin were going off with the girls from Alabama.  He said Matt was the odd man out and elected to watch me.  He didn’t say “watch” me, but that was the impression I got.  Matt got stuck with babysitting duties.

Patrick and Kevin departed with the girls from Alabama as Matt made his way over to me.  I could tell he was a little buzzed because he seemed really happy as his words slurred just a little.

“Hey, you!  It looks like it’s just you and me.  Want to head to another bar?  Or we can head back anytime you want, just let me know what you want to do.”

“Let’s head back,” I replied.  It was late by now and I was still a little piqued about the situation that had occurred with Patrick.

The walk back was insane.  The crowd surged and flowed, the street was packed, wall to wall people, making getting anywhere a real trial.  Matt walked up from behind me as we were pushing our way through.  He pressed his hands on my waist pulling me back close to him.  There was several times there where we had to stop and wait for people to ebb out of the way and I could feel him putting his chin on my shoulder.

It was nice being close to him.  I had always had a crush on Matt.  We had never touched playfully before, much less him being wrapped around me.

We made our way back into our hotel room, each taking a turn in the bathroom to shower the humidity and smell of the crowd away.  I changed into a comfy t-shirt and gym shorts and crawled onto the air mattress on the floor between their beds.  Matt came out in just a pair of shorts, I couldn’t help ogling his body.  I hadn’t seen him without a shirt in years, his broad chest and defined stomach made my mouth water.  He had obviously been working out and taking care of himself, Matt was like a well oiled machine and I so wanted to take him for a test drive.

Read the full story “Let the Good Times Roll” found only in my book, The Fantasy Files, available in every format for every device possible!


Sex on Vacation

My best friend and her husband have invited me to go on vacation with them to Jamaica this summer. They are staying at a Beaches Resort and I really don’t want to be a third wheel, so I’m thinking about staying at another resort called Hedonism III. It’s an all inclusive clothing optional resort and to be honest, I’m thrilled at the thought of going as a single woman, strollng around topless, drinking ‘free’ drinks and enjoying the nightlife having the pick of the litter so to speak – of both men and women for some no strings attached fun.

It may seem odd to most people but I figure I can actually write this trip off as a business trip and use the eye candy and hot action in order to garner inspiration for my next book. By making some new friends in an open minded environment, as well as having some unadulterated fun, I’m sure I can get people to start talking get the creative juices flowing.

Plus the thought of having sex on vacation makes me hot! I have no desire to start dating again but it’s been too long since I’ve had some purely physical fun. It may also be a great way to get my first bisexual experience under my belt!


Getting Nasty in NYC

Writing about places I have never been to is challenging. Especially since city ordinances frequently dictate the rules about what can and can’t go on in strip clubs. Some places allow full nudity, some have private rooms, some are topless only, some places bend the rules while others will kick you out without thinking twice.

I haven’t been to very many strip clubs. Naked women to me are eye candy but I’m not going to go broke getting one to strip down. (Although I have to admit, they seem to like me). I have only gone with guy friends, never a boyfriend/husband or with other women, so I don’t really know how crazy it can get.

That said, I did have fun writing Big Apple Excitement for The Fantasy Files (Amazon/Other). The story is about a young couple that visit the big city to go to a wedding. The girl is a small town girl and it’s her first time in NYC. After passing a strip club she starts to wonder what it’s like inside, and convinces her boyfriend to check it out. When the stripper takes to the girl and they start fooling around, the guy is totally floored, it’s all he can do to get her back to the hotel room. It’s worth a read and is totally fun to think about happening to you. After writing it, and now being single, I want to go back to a club and try my ‘hand’ 🙂


Reflecting on Dating

This past week I spent some time with friends where we sat around eating lunch and basically aired the dirty laundry of our dating situations. We all seemed to have similar stories with a different cast of characters. There was the guy we really like but we know is less than inspired and motivated and settles for less, the guy who would be so perfect and is so NICE but there is just no chemistry, and last and certainly least, the guy who lies, cheats, but was super cute and fun to make out with (up until finding out about his shadiness).

The guy who continues to intrigue me is the one who is seemingly so perfect yet so unappealing. He has all the right characteristics to make a great boyfriend, and he displays them with ease and sincerity. Yet whenever we talk about him to our friends, our eyes become glazed over and we take a dramatic sigh before ending every sentence about him with, “But he’s so nice…” It’s like it pains us to even think about it because what we think we always wanted is standing before us for the taking. Yet, we cannot make a motion to grasp it.

Our friends tell us to just concede defeat and stop seeing the guy because we are wasting our time and his. Even though he’s somewhat perfect, we’re never going to be attracted to him and it will only end in disaster with someone (most likely him) getting hurt. So we blow him off by not answering his calls or returning his text messages. When we accidentally answer his calls, we are aloof and “too busy” to hang out or talk. And voile, just like that, he disappears.

Now what is even more perplexing is the decision to entertain and keep the guy who we know ultimately can’t give us what we want around. When he calls we rush to the phone, when we’re out with him the butterflies stir in our stomach, when we’re with our friends, he dominates our portion of the “boy” topic of conversation. So I ask (without having any clue to the answer): Why do we do this?

The simple truth is we make these kinds of decisions in our love lives everyday without flinching. Why we do it remains a mystery. It seems that when we decide to ditch the great guy for the more exciting, aloof guy, we are demonstrating that we are not as highly evolved as we might think. For our hearts and minds allow us to choose the superficial over substance. Our egos are driven by the challenge and the uncertainty. Of course we can’t forget that 9 times out of 10 what the mediocre guy lacks in qualities, he makes up for in looks or sexual magnetism.

So ladies, I hate to break it to you but we are really not that much different from the shallow men we frown upon. However I have enough confidence in the funny, strong and driven women to say that we will most likely not settle and eventually find the man who encompasses everything we want. But at least we can say we’ve walked a day in a typical man’s shoes.

As a woman who once settled, I can honestly say that the man who lacks in genuine qualities and relies on sexual magnetism, will ultimately become jealous, suspicious and controlling. Confidence goes a long way, quiet sincerity is usually a better sign of it.