The Exhibition - Sex Stories

The Exhibition

... sleeve...or more correctly, in my pocket.

"Marco, both hands on your bottom!"

I turned the vibrator to the highest setting and Marco's erection jumped. Or maybe bounced is a better description, as it was a recurring movement. We all watched his engorged shaft, almost purple now, waving up and down.

I was not being needlessly cruel, or humiliating him out of some perverse pleasure. I was plumbing the depths of his embarrassment with a particular goal in mind. It was an enormous risk on my part, as both the success of my exhibition and, more importantly, my relationship with Marco rested on it.

I could tell from his expression, his posture, the sexuality he was radiating, that he was about to climax. Good to know. I turned off the vibrator.

Looking at his face, it took me only a moment to read it all. It was exactly what I was looking for. Marco's total commitment... to me. The time had come.

"Tell us what you feel in these situations of extreme exposure," I swept my hand gesturing to the displays around the gallery, "that we see all around us. And even more important, tell us your motivation and if this has given you any personal insights. After that, you may ask for my permission to continue."

I could see the disbelief in his face. He had done as I directed, he had taken the step, he had been bared, and bared himself, and then I denied him. Suddenly, of all things, he smiled. I think he finally realized that I was doing this for him. Total exposure as ...

... the path to enlightment. The epiphany had happened.

"You've all read at least part of Aranja's essay, so you understand that these are photos of my fantasies. Things that Aranja made real for me. I think that I always knew, subconsciously, why this excites me. It's the intimacy. It's part of why I wanted to tell Aranja all my fantasies. I wanted to be known on the deepest level. I wanted to give them to her, to do whatever she wanted with them. And my nudity, not so much a gift I gave her, but a gift she gave me by accepting it. A mutual exchange of trust.

"And that trust is still intact. She didn't betray me by stripping me naked in front of you, or leaving my fantasies open for you all to read, or driving me to ask her for permission to masturbate, even orgasm in front of you all. Is it embarrassing? Absolutely. I know that it will be difficult to face some of you tomorrow, or next week, or perhaps ever again. But it was not a betrayal of trust."

What I've come to understand is that relinquishing control is an extremely intimate act, and that what I really crave is intimacy...to the greatest degree possible. It scares me, but the vulnerability to Aranja makes me feel so connected that I can't resist."

"It's not so much the nudity, or even the masturbation...it's the desire to give every part of myself to her. Aranja used my exhibitionism to achieve that...used my complete exposure to drive home a point, and turned it into a journey of discovery. An affirmative ...