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Plot bunny time!

Edit - Having reread this a couple of times, I now have the workings of a plot for a writing challenge later this year. Some of the insights and feelings noted above play perfectly into an idea I have been tossing around in the back of my mind. Thank you.
 
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Hmmm... attending an opening at a gallery, wearing a pair of elegant strappy heels and maybe a pearl necklace. Drinking wine, discussing the art, getting horny lol
Not naked though. In a sheer gown that is irradescent. A long sheath of fabric sweeping over. Your hippies protruding and dark circles through the fabric.
Slits up each thigh so as you walk there is a chance your pussy is briefly on full display.
 
Before the kiddo, this was a regular thing for Hubby and me. I would be waiting for him naked, or strip for him, when he got home from work, but I'd make him keep his clothes on and either suck him off kneeling naked in front of him or beg him to fuck me. I especially liked doing that one days he had court... not only was he in a suit, but there is always something so hot about knowing he spent his day in court, trying to outthink and outwork the opposing lawyer, that just gets me really, really ready for him... and I am not explaining that well. Let's just say, he comes home from a day in court in his suit with his tie loosened, and he could have whatever he wants from me. I mean, he can anyway, but... mmmmm.... :heart:

Back to the topic... I still sometimes fantasize about being naked in a group of clothed men and women. I've experienced that before, usually having sex with other people watching (some memorable... and not so memorable because I was blackout drunk... college parties). I did also try stripping twice in my life, but I hated it both times. I've never understood why I hated it, because everyone who knew me when I first tried thought it would be right up my alley, being that I was pretty much an unashamed exhibitionist at that point in my life. And I had stripped/danced at parties... but something about doing it for money in a club just was not me. And it was not that I objected to stripping for money itself. Hell, I worked at a brothel for a bit. But I just hated stripping. Weird, I know.
 
It’s like you’re reading my mind. Dressing for work is alway a challenge. You want to appear professional. But you want to appear pretty and feminine (or I do at least)

Sometimes I notice guys checking me out at work. It’s always discreet and respectful, but a girl can tell.

My fantasies always involve giving a presentation. I set up my laptop and methodically go through my PowerPoint. They’re paying close attention to my words but they’re also paying close attention to my naked body—my bare tits with their hard nipples and my hairy pussy.

I’ve fantasized about this so much that sometime I get wet when I give a normal clothed presentation. Fortunately for my reputation, I think I hide my arousal well.
I know exactly what you mean!
This fantasy has so taken over much of my masturbation inspiration that when I do now give presentations to clients I am so aroused.
I have literally lost my train of thought mid-sentence because I am thinking, in the back corner of my mind, about being naked at that very moment.
I worked from home pre-Covid- but during the pandemic when everyone switched to telework I conducted SO many presentations totally bottomless.
 
I LOVE the idea of being an installation at a gallery or museum. And not just standing there demurely on the plinth, like a classic nude, but really on display, with my legs spread and my pussy exposed, so everyone can see how wet I am.

The patrons file past, sipping wine and examining me with a critical eye. They’re all fully dressed of course, with an even mixture of men and women. Very urbane and elegant.

Technically, they’re not supposed to touch the art, but sometime I feel the back of someone’s hand brush against my thigh, or they lightly tweak my nipples.
These glimpses into the female psyche are among my favorite reasons for coming to Lit. Thanks to all that shared.
 
This is really interesting to me lately. At our last event, one of the strippers, Michelle wandered from the glory-hole into the bar to hang out with her boyfriend when she got bored of sucking cock or i think, just wanted the attention. She stayed naked the whole night and casually spoke to the guys even sitting on their laps while they watched footy. No sexual touching. I think her boyfriend would have put an end to any groping.I found myself getting strangely jealous of the attention she was getting and watched intently on the monitor as she had the boys all eating out of her hand so to speak. I spoke with hubby about it but it's something we feel has to remain a fantasy in our present circumstances. Perhaps when we are on holidays where no one knows us. We came up with this fantasy about me being naked in the bar at our favourite holiday pub and playing pool all night while the other patrons and their wives or girlfriends watched on. Hot as fuck to imagine.
 
Or being the hostess at a cocktail party, where the guest list are the city luminaries, captains of industry, the social elite. Speaking to this trope of bempowerment through being the naked woman in the company of men (and possibly other women). Being the hostess, the centre of this important social event, and being naked throughout the evening, in elegant shoes and expensive jewellery. A pearl necklace would be the perfect thing!
 
Before the kiddo, this was a regular thing for Hubby and me. I would be waiting for him naked, or strip for him, when he got home from work, but I'd make him keep his clothes on and either suck him off kneeling naked in front of him or beg him to fuck me. I especially liked doing that one days he had court... not only was he in a suit, but there is always something so hot about knowing he spent his day in court, trying to outthink and outwork the opposing lawyer, that just gets me really, really ready for him... and I am not explaining that well. Let's just say, he comes home from a day in court in his suit with his tie loosened, and he could have whatever he wants from me. I mean, he can anyway, but... mmmmm.... :heart:OMG yes!
Or being the hostess at a cocktail party, where the guest list are the city luminaries, captains of industry, the social elite. Speaking to this trope of bempowerment through being the naked woman in the company of men (and possibly other women). Being the hostess, the centre of this important social event, and being naked throughout the evening, in elegant shoes and expensive jewellery. A pearl necklace would be the perfect thing!
Yes pearls absolutely! And I’m thinking for earrings, simple diamond studs. Understated and elegant. Maybe a single delicate gold bracelet.

And yes the right shoes are so important! I have a pair of strappy black heels that would be perfect. Very thin straps and a tiny stiletto heel. It’s almost like you’re wearing nothing. Absolutely not the trashy “fuck me shoes” that guys seem to like.

I can’t believe I’m getting turned on from planning a hostess outfit.
 
Yes pearls absolutely! And I’m thinking for earrings, simple diamond studs. Understated and elegant. Maybe a single delicate gold bracelet.

And yes the right shoes are so important! I have a pair of strappy black heels that would be perfect. Very thin straps and a tiny stiletto heel. It’s almost like you’re wearing nothing. Absolutely not the trashy “fuck me shoes” that guys seem to like.

I can’t believe I’m getting turned on from planning a hostess outfit.
I was thinking diamond earrings too, but I wasn't sure how they go with the pearls. The rope of pearls to hang between my breasts. Maybe some kind of belt, or a silver chain around my waist. And perhaps a garter on my thigh. I love your shoes!
 
I was thinking diamond earrings too, but I wasn't sure how they go with the pearls. The rope of pearls to hang between my breasts. Maybe some kind of belt, or a silver chain around my waist. And perhaps a garter on my thigh. I love your shoes!
I’m partial to a classic choker, but I love the idea of a thin silver chain around your waist. Riding low to emphasize your hips.

What’s your position on public hair? Shaved or natural? Shaved clean means nothing is concealed. But I love the raw sexual energy of hosting a fancy cocktail party with my hairy pussy on display.
 
I’m partial to a classic choker, but I love the idea of a thin silver chain around your waist. Riding low to emphasize your hips.

What’s your position on public hair? Shaved or natural? Shaved clean means nothing is concealed. But I love the raw sexual energy of hosting a fancy cocktail party with my hairy pussy on display.
Okay, let's talk mindset. How do you see yourself being perceived in this setting? Being the center of attention, commented on and even touched, or something that's normal at these gatherings?
 
I would like to express my thanks for the open eloquence expressed by some of the women here. I'd had a story idea in my mind for a long time, but couldn’t quite find the words to make it sparkle. I've now got a very solid start on a 'heels, pearls and furs' story intended for submission in the Hallowe'en writing event this fall.

As a sample, the MFC’s arrival at the ball:

I turned to face the other guests, realized it was time, moved my hands to the coat's fastenings. The sable drifted off my shoulders, down my arms and Greg had caught it, was passing it to the coat-check and dozens of eyes were running unashamedly over my form, gauging, wondering, admiring. And, yes, rating.

I put my shoulders back, raised my chin a little, let my own eyes meet theirs. Despite the other beauties here, I knew I had little reason for doubt. Such little of that as I might have retained evaporated under the clearly admiring glances of the men in the room.

Greg took my arm again and led me through the room, dressed now in but the domino mask, his pearls and the almost invisible Weitzman heels. I could feel the eyes on me, eyes like fingers in the darkness…

Thanks again.
 
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