In my early days I was a very competitive swimmer, as well as being a compulsive exhibitionist (the latter, I still am). Sometimes, watching championships in person, or on TV, I would see a competitor start to lose his swimming trunks during a race, or even at the start, when diving into the pool. When this happened the swimmer had two choices - lose the trunks immediately so that it would not continue to hamper his swimm...

My first towel drop story was from my much younger days. When caught with just a towel around one's waist, by controlled breathing, it is easy to allow the towel to drop to the ground at the time of one's choosing, leaving oneself "accidentally" naked. To reinforce the accidental nature of the drop, one is expected to quickly apologise, appear embarrassed, and replace the towel promptly. On occasions, when the target reac...

Since my late teens I have been obsessed with presenting myself naked to women and mixed audiences. I like to present as a submissive, vulnerable and non-threatening nude. I started by allowing myself to be seen naked through my front window. I was sexually and socially inexperienced and immature. The experience with Pat, which I have written about previously ("My First Sexual Relationship", and "Femdom - the next stage")...

This event took place while on holiday with Susan down the coast from Sydney. I have covered some of her exploits in previous submissions. On this occasion, I was the one getting naked for an audience.The house we rented for the week was across the road from the beach. It was a two story house, with rumpus room and garage at ground level, at the top of a steep rise of from the road. The garage was locked, probably contain...

Out early one morning, about three-thirty am, I was taking a naked jog, shorts scrunched up in my hand as fall-back. It was a beautiful morning, neither too hot, nor too cold, and I was feeling quite adventurous. So I dared myself to leave the shorts beside a small bush beautifying the streetscape, and take my chances for a while without a plan "B". The street was deserted, but my senses were still on high alert, and afte...

It was a warm mid-morning as I jogged up the last hill before home. The road winds up the hill, affectionately known to joggers as "heartbreak hill". It has two lanes on either side, a footpath and a narrow nature strip between the footpath and the road. Tourist buses frequent the road to allow tourists splendid views across Sydney Harbour, taking in the Opera House, the Harbour Bridge, Shark Island, Fort Denison and the...

As I have said before, I often walk naked in the streets in the early hours of the morning, risking being seen, but taking precautions to reduce that likelihood. My senses are never so alert, the feeling of vulnerability intense, and occasionally an encounter can result in an exceptionally rewarding experience. My aim is not to confront, but to enjoy the thrill of possible discovery.Some twenty or so years ago, I took par...

I have been a devoted and obsessive exhibitionist for nearly sixty years. If it were legal, I would never wear clothes. Almost daily, I put myself in a position where I might be seen naked. I thrill to the danger of being caught. It is my equivalent of sky-diving. I like to be completely naked, rather than merely flashing my cock, a technique I find quite tawdry (sorry other flashers, we all have our preferences). It make...

Susan was not a dom sexually. She loved fucking, and I satisfied her at least daily, if not two or three times. She loved having her pussy licked and nibbled almost as often. I loved satisfying her this way, no matter how long it took. She boasted to her friends how much I satisfied her sexually.She loved to be naked, and was usually naked at home. Her neighbours on either side were used to seeing her naked in her yard, a...