The world changed. I became someone new.
In the time before clothing became unbearable I wore a lot of it. I covered myself from head to toe, making sure that I couldn’t be seen. I was unmemorable, but in this new world no one is forgetting me.
At first I was terrified. The thought of having to go out into the world bare, being surrounded by people who were in the exact same state, it drove me crazy. I can’t say it was courage that made me take the leap, but I can’t deny that it woke something in me.
Because I never realized how good it could feel to be seen, to be wanted. I never knew how fantastic it could be to show all of me and to give people a show they will never forget.
I’ve gotten a reputation since then as a woman of this new and brave world. There is no challenge I won’t take on, no pleasure I’ll deny myself.
I like being seen, being witnessed. I like to be out in the open where everyone watches because they can’t look away.
No one forgets me now, and everyone who has me only wants more.
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“So we can have sex anywhere?” I asked him, breaking eye contact with him with difficulty and looking at the world around us as if expecting to see people fucking on every single street corner.
“Well if you find the right partner,” he said, “Someone who is willing. Someone who wants to embrace the new world.”
I noticed that his words sounded closer and when I turned back I realized that he’d closed the gap between us a little. When my eyes fell on him his were lingering on my breasts, drawing up slowly until he met my face and saw my flushed skin, the clear and potent need on me evident to him.
“I can’t imagine what that would be like,” I said, biting my lip and wondering at it for a moment, “I mean just anywhere. Out in public. Everyone watching us.”
“Us?” he asked, smiling a little and taking another half step forward.
I shrugged, “Just an example. I’m a girl. You’re a guy. We could do it now, right? We could fuck right here and no one would say a thing? All we have to do is want it.”
I felt his fingers on my hip, the touch so gentle in spite of his size but it burned on me, stoking the fire that was already blazing. He threw fucking gasoline on it.
“Do you want it then?” he asked me, “If I asked, what would you say?”
I didn’t need to say anything and I didn’t say anything. All I did was drop to my knees.
This time, this first time, I think I wasn’t honestly in my own head. I was working on instinct, whatever reservations I had were pushed so far down in my psyche that I could barely even hear them and they were easy to ignore.
I’d lived, all my life until this point, believing that there was a right way and a wrong way to do things. That there were things you weren’t supposed to do because they weren’t proper, because they’d lead people to think less of you.
The problem was two-fold. That hesitation had led me to not doing more things than I could count. Whenever something that pushed my boundaries came up I told myself that I shouldn’t and I let that shouldn’t keep me back.
But that hesitation would have told me that I wasn’t supposed to go out into the world bare naked and fully exposed. That hesitation told me the life I was living right then, in that moment, was wrong and that it would come with some type of punishment, whether that punishment was a judgment from the world around me or getting struck down by a higher power.
Yet I’d gone out. I was out in the world. Everyone could see me and only good things had come of it. I wasn’t being judged by anyone, and I was for the first time in my life being noticed.
So if that one thing, that one big thing, could be so wrong. Well, then it surely meant that others could be as well. It surely meant that I’d have to reinvestigate all of my limits and reset my boundaries, finding out from real and present experience what I wanted, what I didn’t want, and how far I was willing to go.
There in the street in front of everyone I dropped down to my knees, the pavement burning hot on my skin but I didn’t give a damn. I fell down there before this bold and beefy man and came eye to eye with his cock, noting in an instant that he was thick and long and already achingly hard for me.