The Exhibition - Sex Stories

The Exhibition

... And then louder, "Your most intimate acts laid bare by my camera. And yet everyone here...everyone but me...is confused."

"We will help them to understand, you and I together, but first you have to understand yourself. Have you figured out why this exposure, this embarrassment, is so important to you?"

I could see that Marco was in daze, incapable of response.

"I will give you some hints. All these stories, you wrote them and you sent them to me. You told me that they were so revealing that it was a struggle to click "send" with each of them. Yet you did. You wanted me to have them."

"Then you wanted me to take the naked photographs. I was reluctant at first, but then agreed because it was so clearly important to you. Again, you wanted me to have them."

"In all of your fantasies, you give me the opportunity to expose you either indirectly through the photographs, or directly...that is, in person. You want me to have that control. What I came to realize is that you do, indeed, want me to expose you...to anyone and in any way I please; to strangers, friends, anyone. That you need that total exposure in order to prove something to yourself."

"Look around you. Do you think I achieved that total exposure?"

Still in shock, Marco nodded. Then finally in a resigned tone he said "Yes."

I frowned at him and shook my head. "You are mistaken."

"Certainly, everyone is seeing pictures of you naked... shaved bare... and playing with yourself in a most intimate ...

... manner. I am sure that you are more than a little embarrassed, but...Cesi n'est pas une pipe. This is not real exposure."

I took his hand and removed a cuff link.

"What do you think real exposure would be like? Would you like to know? Would you like me to strip you naked. Right here. Right now. In front of everyone." I removed the other cuff link. "Would that be real exposure?"

Marco was breathing faster. Excitement...fright...I could not tell which. He did manage to stammer out, "What...what are you doing?"

I answered nonchalantly, "Oh, only what you want me to do. Think about it. What if I were to strip you naked right now? Tell me. Would that be real exposure? Would you be so terribly embarrassed...or so terribly excited? Or both?"

Marco didn't answer, but I was relentless.

"I will help you think through this. Tell me. Would you like me to strip...you...bare...right...now?" With each word I tugged a button off his shirt. I purposely did not unbutton them, as there would be no going back.

Marco was struggling for breath. I pointed to another photo and said, "You want to be seen naked, but that is not your real fantasy, is it? All those times I pushed your limits. What were you thinking when I sent you out on naked hikes through the woods? You were not thinking, "oh no, what if someone sees me". No, you were thinking "oh my, I hope someone sees me!" ...I pushed the vibrator to the next level.

"But it was not about exposing yourself. No, you did not want ...