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"Show me your tits," read the button on the hotel uniform of the room service man.
While their husbands were in the shower or videotaping his wife showing her tits, the women all showed the room service men their naked breasts and gave them a tip, too.
Seemingly, all that it takes for obliging women to show men their naked breasts are handwritten signs held by perverted men asking to see their naked tits. So simple, too simple, all it takes for men to see naked breasts is to patiently wait for women to oblige their exhibitionistic requests to show them their naked breasts. Seemingly, most women are happy to accommodate men and show them their naked tits. Sometimes, all it takes is to be at the right place and at the right time to see naked tits.
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In a perfect world, women, even your mothers, especially your mothers, are exhibitionists and men, especially you, are voyeurs. I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. Exhibitionists and voyeurs are equally important in helping to make the world go around by selling products in stores, on television, and online. Just as without exhibitionists, we wouldn't have voyeurs, without voyeurs we wouldn't have exhibitionists.
Exhibitionism and voyeurism go hand-in-hand much in the same way as sex and money. Codependent and with one enabling the other, just as we can't have sex without money, we can't have money without sex. Think about it. Sex and money, money and sex, no one would want one without the other.
"How much for a blowjob?"
With apologies to no one, no ands, buts, ifs, maybes, and/or pretenses, I'm an exhibitionist. Further, I'm proud to be an exhibitionist. I love showing my sexy and shapely body to men and to some women. I love showing men and some women what they shouldn't see of me. I deliberately flash men and some women my panties, my bra, my naked ass, my naked tits, and/or my naked pussy. Sexually shocking but true, I love showing unsuspecting people, people I don't even know, what they should never see of me.
When men sexily stare at me, a game I love to play, while making my flashing appear accidental, I enjoy returning the favor of their voyeurism with my exhibitionism. Happy to show men what they want to see, it sexually arouses me to show them my bright white, bikini panties, my long line of sexy cleavage, and my low-cut bra. As much as it sexually excites men to see my naked tits, my naked pussy, and/or my naked ass, it sexually arouses me to show men my naked tits, my naked pussy, and/or my naked ass.
"Am I a whore? I may be but I think not. I think I'm normal. I believe there are more women like me who enjoy flashing men than not."
As if waving my arms in the air and jumping up and down while saying, "Look at me. Look at me. I want to show you something," I show people all that they hoped to see and wanted to see of me.
Something I've always done and still continue to enjoy doing, it sexually arouses me to flash and expose myself, especially to men. Yet, more than one would think, not alone in my exhibitionism, as much as most men are voyeurs, many women are exhibitionists. Many women enjoy flashing their sexy underwear and showing their shapely, topless, and/or naked bodies to horny, adoring, and perverted men. Further, horrifically doomed, as if bitten by a vampire, many women who were sexually abused, especially those who never sought psychological help, oddly enough, become exhibitionists.
Sad but true, sexual abuse is the common thread in the link to women becoming attention-seekers by exposing their underwear clad, topless, and/or naked bodies to men. Many women who have been sexually abused, especially those who never sought psychological help become whores, strippers, prostitutes, drunks, and/or druggies. Many women who were sexually abused are doomed to repeat the patent of sexual abuse with their own adult children. Sorry to write but terminally depressed and full of rage, unless they seek help, many women who were sexually abused will never maintain a normal relationship or have a happy marriage.
Sad for me to write, as if I have post-traumatic stress syndrome for all that happened to me in my life, I'm one of those women. Alone with my bad self, when I'm not angry, I'm always sadly depressed. Unless I'm with my friends, my own kind, sluts, whores, prostitutes, and strippers while telling one another dirty stories, I'm never happy. Because we've had similar sexual and violent experiences, we have an unbreakable bond, a kinship, and a friendship that only someone who has survived what we survived can understand.
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Even though most women will say that they're not exhibitionists, indeed, they are. Trust me, women don't go through all the trouble of doing their hair, putting on makeup, and wearing sexy clothes to be ignored. Yet, unless they want to be taken and literally forced to have sex, women want to be in sexual control. Women want to be the sexual seductresses and the sensual seducers. They want sex on their own terms. Instead of a quick fuck from behind, they want to savor the sexual time together while facing one another and kissing while making love. Only, men want quickies. Women don't.
Unless the man is good looking and/or rich, women don't want to be leered at and/or stared at by some pervert looking for sex. Unless they want the man to sexually seduce them, unless they want the man to physically take them, they don't want men to be the seducers. Women want to have it all their way albeit without looking like and being perceived as whores. If men can do that, they'd have a much better chance of sexually scoring with women.
"Whore! You dirty whore!"
Women love sexually teasing men by flashing them while making their flashes appear accidental and not intentional when, in most cases, their flashes are, indeed, deliberately done. They want men to see all that they want and hope to see of their bodies. Unfortunately, instead of biding their time and waiting for the right moment, most men misread the cues and come on too strong.
Instead of playing the game of voyeurism and exhibitionism, they play the game of forced sex. Instead of enjoying and savoring the moment, frightening women instead seducing them, men are too quick to grab and grope. Men need to take a breath and take things slower. Instead of leering and scaring women away, they need to slow things down. They need to show more respect and sexual sophistication by playing it cool.
"Hey, baby, wanna fuck?"
The woman looked at him as if he was a rapist.
"Fuck off, asshole! Security!"
Moreover, just because a woman flashes a man, doesn't necessarily mean that she wanted to have sex. She could be just playing while sexually teasing. She could be just practicing being an exhibitionist. She could be enjoying and savoring the moment in the way that she wanted and hoped the man would do the same. She could be instructing him how to play the game of exhibitionism, voyeurism, and sexual teasing.
I can't tell you how many times I've deliberately flashed men up-skirt views of my panties to get their attention. I can't tell you how many down-blouses peeks I gave men to get them interested. Up-skirt views and down-blouse peeks are some of the tools that women use to sexually attract men. Two-for-one, because I'm so tall, 5'10" tall and taller with heels, just by leaning over a counter, I'm able to flash my panties to men standing behind me and flash my bra and cleavage to men standing in front of me.
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One of my favorite flashes is when wearing a short, flared, skirt on a warm, windy day. As my excuse not to fix my skirt, I carry my handbag in one hand and a package in my other hand. After walking while exposing the back of my panties to whomever is walking behind me, I'd have a line of men following me. Pretending that I wasn't aware that the back of my skirt was blowing higher than my hips. With my skirt blowing in the wind and all the way up to the small of my back in the wind, I continue walking with my panties totally exposed.
It's so easy for women to flash men any part of their sexy bodies. Another way to flash men is to catch my skirt between my thigh and handbag while it's raised past my hip. Showing anyone walking behind me my panty clad ass, that is when wearing panties, I'd have a line of men following me again, too.
My favorite place to flash men is at the mall. Resting while sitting on a bench to look at my phone, I sit with my skirt raised and my knees parted just enough for anyone sitting across from me or walking by me to see my panties. As if they've never seen a woman's panties before, I'm always surprised by how many men will hang around me while staring at all they can see of me.
Going up the escalator while wearing a short skirt and bending at the waist as if fixing my shoe is another great way to flash my panty clad ass and the back of my panty clad pussy. Finding a dressing room that still has curtains instead of a door is another great way to have some sexy, flashing fun. With them able to see me through the mirror, I leave the curtain open just enough for men to watch me undress and dress. There are always men standing outside waiting for their wives or girlfriends while watching my sexy, flashing show.
Sitting at the food court with my knees parted wide open is another great way to flash men my panties beneath the table. Hiking up my skirt with the aid of a backpack is an innocent way to flash men the back of my panties. Hooking my skirt with the end of my umbrella and quickly lifting the umbrella as if to open it is another great way to expose myself. Getting out of a car with my legs spread and reaching back inside over the front seat as if I forgot something is another great way to flash my panties.
Yet, they all fail in comparison to flashing my panties or naked pussy at the shoe store. Wearing a short skirt whether with or without panties, as soon as the shoe salesman sits on the low stool in front of me, I know he has a bird's eye view up my short skirt and in between my shapely legs. By the continuation of his sexual stare, I know that he can clearly see my panty clad pussy or my naked cunt. It makes me wet watching him staring. It makes me sexually aroused knowing that I'm giving him an erection.
Making the flashing show even more outrageous, I have him help me trying to put on a pair of boots that are a size too small. Parting my legs wider while lifting my leg higher to fit the boot, I enjoy giving him all that he hoped and wanted to see of me. Always, when the poor man finally stands, he covers his erection with a shoe box. Then, when he takes too long to return, I wonder if he's in the storeroom masturbating over all that he saw of my panties or my naked pussy.
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Now that they're functioning adults and pilots of their own destinies, alas, sexually abused women continue to remain prisoners to their pasts. As if they can't help themselves, they still get off on exposing themselves to men they never met, especially to men they'll never see again. As the targeted recipient to their show of nudity, a man doesn't have to hold up a sign asking a woman to show him her naked tits because she will. While pretending that she's unaware that men are looking, many women enjoy showing men all they hope and want to see of their underwear clad, topless, and/or naked bodies.
Yet, even though many women are exhibitionists, many women aren't as honest and open about why they deliberately expose themselves to men as well as to some women too. They're not as forthcoming as to why they enjoy showing their underwear clad, topless, and/or naked bodies as I am honest and open about my exhibitionism. Perhaps, having never sought out help, they may not even know why they are the way that they are. Yet, even though I've had years of psychological help, and know better, I still enjoy flashing my panty clad, topless, and/or naked body.
Nonetheless, whether they know why they do what they do, confusing the issue by lying about it, even when women dress like sluts, many women pretend they're not sluts when, indeed, they are sluts. Further, even when they're sexily dressed and willingly and voluntarily showing men all that they hope and want to see of their bodies, they pretend they're not exhibitionists when, indeed, they are exhibitionists. Even when they have promiscuous sex and are stroking cocks, sucking cocks, and fucking cocks while stripping themselves naked, they pretend they're not whores when, indeed, they are whores.
"How dare they? Exhibitionists! Whores!"
Even when women deliberately show their bikini panties, their long line of sexy cleavage, and their low-cut bras, they're quick to make men feel like perverts for looking when they're ones who are showing. At the very least, they're not only complicit in their exhibitionism but also responsible for men's voyeurism. It takes two, a woman who wants to show and a man who needs to look.
"Show me your tits," read the sign at NASCAR and INDY car races around the country.
Instead of being offended that men wanted to see their naked breasts, taking up the challenge, women obediently obeyed and showed men they don't know and have never met, their naked breasts.
"What's wrong with women to do that? Why would they expose their naked tits to men because of a sign? Sluts! Whores! You deserve what you get."
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Easily offended by vulgarity, by dispersions of gossip, by unfounded, sexual rumors, and/or by the lustful, sexual stares cast their way, some women even go as far as pretending they're ladies. Absurdly laughable at best, yet, most men don't know any better. The men who do know who they're dealing with know that they're not ladies, they're sluts. They're not ladies, they're whores. Putting lipstick on a pig doesn't make them any less of a pig.
