Hike up your skirt a little more and show your world to me

I've been a voyeur for as long as I can remember. That particular trait has been, and still is, a more than significant part of my sexuality. I'm not sure what more than significant means but suffice it to say it's a critical component of my sensual makeup. My earliest sexual experiences involved the delicious feeling of seeing something I wasn't supposed to. I think many who possess the voyeuristic trait also lean toward exhibitionism. They seem to go hand in hand. You show me yours, I'll show you mine. And that is exactly how I was introduced to the glorious world of the female form, by sight. Not from a great distance, close up, but no touching. We were content to see and to show. Young, nine, ten, on through adolescence, early teens. He was my friend and he had a sister and I loved her and she had friends and I loved them too. She was a year younger and so were most of her friends, one was two years younger. Their father was was a widower and not savy. Big old two story house and him smoking a cigar in front of the TV and never dreaming, farthest thing from his mind, that we would take turns going into the bathroom and stripping down with the door closed, how safe is that? and then wait because it would be those on the outside who knew the coast was clear who would open the door, you waited, all breathy excited, naked, for the door to open. There you are. There she is. No wonder I'm a voyeur.

Since then? It's always been there, it's certainly not a rare phenomenon like a jello fetish or anything, guys are girl watchers, porn peepers, strip clubbers. But it's different for me. It is, it's more. And I've been graced by the fortunate timeliness of mini skirts, bikinis, the sexual revolution, halter tops, cutoffs, slinky dresses and gowns and teddies and lace and bra burning and topless beaches and now even mini-er skirts and jeans and pants that sit on pelvic bones and are inches from heaven and it has been truly a voyeur's paradise in my lifetime, yes it has, still is. I have a wealth of stories on this subject but will change direction to some degree here to get to where I was headed all along.

My earlier contention, voyeurism and exhibitonism walking side by side in the sexual psyche? Not always but prevalent enough I think. Certainly I carried the trait throughout my life and no I never had a raincoat that I ripped open to reveal myself.....subtle friends, subtle. The girls know what I mean about subtle. Everyone knows the cheap tawdry look, too much of everything, not enough class, cheap.....not the uniform of a true exhibitionist I say.....spare me, it aint the real thing. I notice but don't look. I'll find subtle and know that it can turn into something else, know that the turn of that ankle or the inch of bare belly or the red toes and the bare single shoulder and maybe the back, I love the back, and no matter how much of the legs, have you seen a flash of leg from a split skirt stride, quick, bare.....gone.......sigh, is just the beginning of what she has to offer. If you've not watched a woman pleasure herself for you, shyly, brazen, doesn't matter, you don't really know what I'm talking about. If you just see cleavage, an ass, can't get by woo hoo tits, you don't get it. I've known women who can show me everything with their eyes or how they move their hands or cross or shift their legs or cock their hip. And trust me boys, they know the difference between a man who looks and a man who sees. I have a million stories on this subject, from the sublime to the those that would have you holding your breath to hear every word. When you notice, you see. If I only had the multi disc DVD of the things I have seen, to see them all again.

I don't think there is any question that blogging is a form of exhibitionism, can't really pat myself on the back for coming up with that one, it's fairly obvious isn't it. Emotional exhibitionism is not so different than the physical. We all are to some degree, preening, strutting, hiking up and smoothing wrinkles, cocking the hat, wearing lace, things that hug and smell and enhance and color us. My ass look ok in these jeans?

Have you ever been seen by mistake, was it really a mistake, have you thought about it, the shades are open ...oops, open the door holding the robe, kinda. How it feels to pull a couple of narrow strips of material on and walk out the door to the beach. Not girls gone wild doffing your shirt but one button too many?. I'll take the button, never bought the videos. Watched or been watched? If not, want to? Have a story? Want to have one? Let the skirt ride, love how the jeans are two inches from where you're wet, know that shirt shows your nipples ?

Come on, you tell me yours I'll tell you mine.