The Exhibition - Sex Stories

The Exhibition

... statement that Aranja, and only Aranja, is the center of my universe. What others think, what they see, is not even secondary. The bond between us is the only thing that matters."

Marco took a deep breath. "I guess I've known this subconsciously for a long time. I understand now all the things I think about when I...um...when I masturbate." Another breath. "Why I want her to watch me, why I want her to control the pace, why I need her involvement."

He turned to look at me and I could see the love shining in his eyes as he added, "And yes, I would like to continue masturbating...for you. May I have permission to start masturbating again?"

I was quiet for a moment, holding his gaze, willing him to see the reflection of his love in my eyes. The room faded and it was just the two of us, wrapped in each other.

"You may. Medium tempo, La Marseillaise..."

The most important part of my gamble had paid off. Marco's recognition of his motivations cemented our relationship, forging a true bond as soul mates. Now, however, I had to convince my audience of the extraordinary brilliance of my exhibition. They had to internalize what they had just witnessed.

As Marco's hand started traveling up and down at the anthem tempo, I turned to the group of women gathered around us. "While I captured his essence," I swept my arm around the room, "I do not think that you all understand the breadth of this project. Just as a single photo does not portray the gestalt of any ...

... sequence, the sequences alone are not representative of the conceptual edifice. This is a collaborative effort in which you are all playing a part, albeit unknowingly. And I am the architect."

"The root of the concept is art as a means of psychological exploration. The obvious centers around Marco and his exhibitionism which, if you have not realized it yet, is simply a vehicle for the vulnerability that he craves, itself as a road to intimacy."

"The most compelling art is a reflection of the human experience. And you all are now an integral part of my art. How so? Because it is your presence that makes the vulnerability possible. And by being part of it, it is no longer a reflection. It is true life...a real event. And this only serves to underscore the individuality of the art experience."

"Think about the progression. How did you react to the photos? What was your immediate response? Was it truly your response, or was it a conditioned reaction to the blatant flaunting of societal norms? I am sure that many of you intellectualized it. You are hip, opened minded, artsy. But then you were struck not with the photos...not with a two-dimensional representation of an act...but with the reality. A man actually standing before you, naked, aroused, and masturbating. His fantasies exposed. His submission evident. Baring himself in a way that few would view as acceptable. What did you see?"

"Did you see just the act of masturbation? Just how it impacted you? Or did you see the ...