My husband didn’t really describe himself as an exhibitionist, but he fit the bill. Quite a few people had seen it before me, and lots of people have seen it since. And that’s how I met the cock I would spend the rest of my life with.Īs it turns out, I’m not as special as I thought I was.
I put my hand on his underwear and pulled it out to have a look. He undid his pants, asked if I wanted to take it out, and I did. When we finally did, I asked “So, when do I get to see it?” What can I say, I move fast - and so does he.Īs you can tell, I didn’t really have any game back then, but I still got what I requested. This was before dick pics were a thing, so even though he promised to show it and I brought it up more than once, I would have to wait until we met in person. Even over email I could tell I liked him so I dropped the guy I was casually dating to make myself available for him.Īnd I asked to see his dick. We chatted (this was the heyday of MSN Messenger) and exchanged emails when the other wasn’t at their computer (Hotmail was still considered cool). I met him online through a mutual friend. He will drop his pants and show his gear to anyone nice enough to ask. Even after psyching myself up for 15+ years, I still have only flashed a bit of skin in a controlled setting.
It took me a long time before I got comfortable enough to show my body in a nonsexual context. I’m a very open person, but even I have my limits
