Liz sat at her desk. Her stomach was filled with butterflies, her hands were shaking a bit, but she felt she had to do it. She mustered the courage to press the send button, and then, an instant later it was out of her hands. Everyone in the world now had visual access to her body.
Her first instinct was that of fear. What have I done! They aren't going to like me. This isn't going to end the way I hope for. I'm just going to be made fun of. I should just hit that edit button and pull down the photos. No one really has to see me naked. No one wants to see me naked. I'll just take it down...
Clicking back into her thread, Liz scrolled down to where the edit button was. Under it was the first post. From some Gog. Great, I'm now going to be insulted by a Troll... She couldn't stop herself from reading the response... "Very sexy. Please may we see more of your gorgeous body".
That wasn't negative. She felt a tingle in her crotch as she started to read the other posts. They were all positive. They wanted more pics of her. Of her sexy body, of her beautiful body. And they wanted to fuck her. As her hand found it's way to her crotch without any conscious command of her own, she thought to herself, That settled it, I enjoy sharing pictures.
And that is how it all began. Just a simple posting of a picture and she found out that she enjoyed being an exhibitionist. It didn't take much for her husband to be convinced to check out the action in the thread personally.
She remembers walking in on "Daddy" as she liked to call her husband reading the thread. He was rock hard and there were her pics up on the screen. He was gently rubbing himself with one hand and scrolling through the posts with the other. "See Liz, I told you that you're one hot fuckable creature. The guys seem to love you on the site."
"What page are you up to?" Liz asked, while crawling between his crotch.
Eyes fixed to the screen Daddy scrolled up to check what page he was on. "Twelve."
"Just wait till you get to page twenty one, it gets so much better from there on in." Liz smiled thinking about what all those guys wanted to do to her. And then she replaced Daddy's hand with her mouth and sucked him off while he looked at her photos and read about all the great sex that she was offered.
As these things have a tendency to snowball, her one set of 4 pictures became a thread with over 100 photos and over 800 posts in only a week time. She was a popular girl on the forums, she was in a constant state of arousal, and she kept thinking of those cock pics she'd seen from the guys posting on her thread.
They were all so different too. One guy would tell her how much he wanted specific parts of her body. Another would make requests of her to share either very daring photos or very personal thoughts. Another would just compliment her without going into detail.
As she read the responses she thought about how they were written and what that said about the guy and girls posting them. Were they just about fucking her? She imagined them to be rough guys, pulling her hair and ramming her pussy with their cocks. About how they'd use her mouth and fuck her face, making her gag. They would be the ones who'd leave her a bit sore, nipples from pinching, ass from a light spanking, and her pussy tingling for the next day or two, reminding her that she didn't dream that encounter. It was real and they wanted her so badly that they left phantom versions of themselves on her skin for the next few days.
The more thoughtful ones, the ones who used the terms beautiful and were more conversational, they were probably more tender. They were the type who'd most likely start with a foot massage, and work their way up, slowly, gradually spreading her legs as they massaged her calves, then her thighs, then her hips, before burying their faces with wild abandon in her crotch. She thought of there tongues doing the tango up and down her slit, slowly and rhythmically bringing her to an orgasm, letting her calm down and then bringing her back up to that point of no return again.
There were also the curious ones. The ones that asked lots of questions, who seemed not focused on one part of her body, but on the entire thing, as well as her mind. They seemed to be the most hard to pin down. Would they be rough? Or would they be gentler? She guess that it would be somewhere in between: that they were the type who'd use her body as an elaborate experiment. Their fingers would travel the whole length of her body, searching for new ways of turning her on. Maybe a finger would find it's way into her cunt and stretch her in ways a cock or dildo couldn't. When they were done teasing her, they'd take their soaked finger and draw it across her lips. Her own smell right under her nose, her own taste there whenever she licked her lips.
Every so often a woman would also post her thoughts on the forum. They were always so supportive, knowing where she was coming from. But they also were getting horny looking at her pics. Liz liked knowing that the fairer sex also liked her. Their hands were different, their knowledge of her body was different. She thought about their soft cheeks against her thighs, about their lips around her nipples. She thought about being in a 69 with the other woman on top of her. Feeling the tongue and fingers on her pussy, the breasts dragging over her body, about the smell and sight of the clit writhing just above her mouth. She could imagine the smell and taste of it, the feel of walls of her vagina squeezing around her finger as the woman above squirted from a g-spot orgasm that Liz just gave her.
