Exhibitionist or Voyeur?

First post ever! I know this is an older thread, but it’s something I recently discovered about myself. I’ve always enjoyed being a voyeur, consensual of course, but I never imagine being an exhibitionist too!

This summer, I went on a beach weekend with friends, and there was an outdoors shower right outside my bedroom in the Air BnB. It was well hidden and out of sight. We all got back from the beach, and some of the girls with us asked if they could use it when I was done. I said I’d call them when I was finished.

20 minutes later, they come walking round the corner as I’m rinsing off because they “thought they heard me call out” which I obviously didn’t. I’m not exactly in great shape, but I’m still proud of my body. They got a good eyeful for sure! Seeing two beautiful ladies standing there, smirks and eying me up and down, certainly had an impact on my other brain! Shame I got all flustered and embarrassed.

Does anyone have any recommendations on how to work through the embarrassment? I also want to try going to nudist beaches, but I’m really worried about a repeat performance, and people seeing how dirty my mind actually is!!!
 
I love seeing women in all their glory... All dolled up, or just wearing slaps, shorts and a t. Their curves.... their smiles... It all brings me a tingle when I see them... I'm drawn to pretty pedi'd toes and mani'd nails. Breasts, however ensconced (or not) draw me in. Lovely legs... All good.
 
I love to be a voyeur and watch my wife fuck with her boyfriend and I'm also an exhibitionist when exposed by my wife or by myself naked with cock cage at nudist beaches and in public saunas
 
Definitely more of a voyeur. The one time I was clearly watched was when I had my girlfriend bent over a log at a secluded beach and was pounding her from behind. He waited until just after I came before he announced his presence. I was very embarrassed, although probably also affected by the shock of it. I feel like I don't look that sexy when I'm having sex, but I suppose I look just the same as most people.

Watching on the other hand, or even listening, is a big turn-on. I used to listen to my male roommate going at it with his girlfriend in the room next to me and would always try to guess what position they were in and what the scene looked like. I also heard my female roommate fucking late one night with some guy she'd come home with and by the slapping sounds I could tell he was giving it to her from behind. I could just picture her bent over the bed naked while she made her little high-pitched moaning sounds.
 
I couldn't really say which I prefer because I enjoy being watched and watching. Super hot watching a woman who is confidant with her body and loves teasing with it.
 
Definitely voyeur. I'm not shy at all about being seen naked (at least when I was younger) but it doesn't turn me on either. Voyeur suggests seeing something you're not supposed to, so that's what turns me on about it.
 
Definitely more of a voyeur. The one time I was clearly watched was when I had my girlfriend bent over a log at a secluded beach and was pounding her from behind. He waited until just after I came before he announced his presence. I was very embarrassed, although probably also affected by the shock of it. I feel like I don't look that sexy when I'm having sex, but I suppose I look just the same as most people.

Watching on the other hand, or even listening, is a big turn-on. I used to listen to my male roommate going at it with his girlfriend in the room next to me and would always try to guess what position they were in and what the scene looked like. I also heard my female roommate fucking late one night with some guy she'd come home with and by the slapping sounds I could tell he was giving it to her from behind. I could just picture her bent over the bed naked while she made her little high-pitched moaning sounds.
I've sprung a few couples going for it on quiet parts of nudist beaches. Most of them hurriedly roll apart. But early one morning I saw a couple playing hide the sausage on the main beach at Surfers Paradise. They were totally unfazed about the few passers by at that hour. I was tempted to walk over and ask the guy if he needed some assistance, but decided not to.
 
My wife and I have made love, or fucked, depending on how you want to look at it, in the dunes behind the beach, in the woods on a tree stump, on a balcony of a hotel in Hawaii, on the tailgate of our Blazzer, and several other places. Don't know if anyone saw us, but we weren't really hiding either.
 
I can go both ways, but my exhibitionist side is much stronger. The thrill of being exposed when I shouldn't be or watched doing something most people do in private is exhilarating. Knowing someone is being sexually excited while watching me drives me wild! Being sexually intimate with my partner and trying not to get caught, but hoping to be caught by that one person who can't help but watch and be turned on, too.
I think you are right the thrill of being caught or actually having people watch is a real aphrodisiac. I had one arranged years ago where this guy's girl finished me with her hand.

It was incredibly erotic and thrilling have him watch from start and nearly to the end as him walked out just before rhe finale.
 
At my core, I’m first and foremost a nudist. I always liked being nude at home, even if for a while I did my very best to hide that fact, and with very few exceptions I have persistently slept nude since my early teens.

I’m lucky to have a large garden that in summer is for 95% protected from outside view, and even in winter still is so for 75%. The street-side ground floor windows to my house are always covered with curtains, but on the upper floor and in the attic, I will happily walk around nude, even if someone outside might see me. But I don't do it in order to be seen: I'm just going about my business, living in my own home. As long as I’m not showing off sexual stuff, there’s nothing illegal about that where I live. Besides, I know that some of my neighbors have seen me and none have objected. One even explicitly said that nobody around here cares.

I’ve also done a fair amount of naked hiking. Alone, which I prefer, but which is risky; and also in groups, which is safe in jurisdictions where public nudity is not illegal in and of itself. Sadly, however, for the latter I always had to go to a neighboring country. I don’t mind being seen naked, but I don’t have to be. Also, I didn’t ever participate in naked group hikes for the sake of seeing others naked.

Having said all that, as a now collared slave I can no longer easily go about being a nudist outside my home. Either I’d have to remove the collar – which goes against my most basic desires and rules –; or I’d be kicked out of any group; or, when alone, I’d risk extra trouble if someone calls law enforcement – even if hiking naked is perfectly legal at that location. My biggest wish would be to permanently proudly exhibit my collar – independent of whether I’m naked. But so many silly societal rules get in the way of that…
 
In regards to the voyeur side of me, I know exactly when it started. I was about 14 when I met my aunt and uncle's friend, a tall thin redhead. She lived with her husband across the valley from my grandmother's. I was at my grandmother's house one day when my aunt called and asked me to go to her friend's house. She needed some help moving furniturn. Ok, off I went. When she opened the door, there was this tall sweatheart standing there in a lime green see-thru teddy. Red hair falling down to cover the important parts. I was dumb-struct. I did help her move one peice of furniture. ( all she wanted ) And left with a still raging hard on.
On exhibitionism, Never really got off on showing myself. Just normal male figure. However, on a trip to the Florida Keys before we got married, we made fantastic love on a picnic table, on John Pennycamp State Park ( on Key Largo ) at midnight. This picnic table was under the shelter but nothing around it. I think something snapped that night. A few months later, we were coming home from Maryland on Rt 40 and stopped at a roadside rest area. We were on the motorcycle and just needed a rest. Well, about 2 PM on a sunny day, she gave me great head to completion. This was right beside the highway in plain sight if anyone looked.
This was 25 years ago for the incredible head job. Now all things have change. I couldn't get her to touch my dick even if it was on fire. But,, gotta be thankful for the memories.
 
Having said all that, as a now collared slave I can no longer easily go about being a nudist outside my home. Either I’d have to remove the collar – which goes against my most basic desires and rules –; or I’d be kicked out of any group; or, when alone, I’d risk extra trouble if someone calls law enforcement – even if hiking naked is perfectly legal at that location. My biggest wish would be to permanently proudly exhibit my collar – independent of whether I’m naked. But so many silly societal rules get in the way of that…
Replying to myself, because I just remembered something that really fits nicely to what I wrote earlier.

I have a chastity belt – not the typical cock-only cage, but a real metal belt. That manufacturer has two options: either you measure yourself in privacy, at the risk of getting it wrong, or you can go on site for a personal fitting session. Now there was a perfect one-of-a-kind opportunity to exhibit my slave status to a total stranger for a very good reason. 😊

So, I booked a session, which went great. The saleswoman started by explaining in great detail all the models and options they had on offer, which was not only very useful, but also a great way to put me at ease. When she was done, she asked me to remove my pants and underpants so we could try out a number of belt models.

Not knowing how things would go in detail, but correctly expecting that I might only be asked to expose my lower half, I had gone shopping for an extra-long polo shirt and a way to keep its top closed so as to hide my collar while traveling that morning. So, I removed my shoes, pants and underpants and then let her put the first belt onto me. Of course, the polo shirt got in the way a few times, even as I lifted it… After she’d removed that first belt, I said I was going to remove my shirt, which she obviously was ok with. A few seconds later, I stood fully naked – I had also opted not to wear socks that day – except for my slave collar, locked with its padlock, in front of a stranger I’d never met until an hour earlier. We went on trying out many belts and options for another hour at least and it was great. When discussing the optional D rings on the belt, usable for bondage options – rings that were not present on the sample I had on at that moment, she just grabbed my hands and firmly held them in position against my back where they’d be held by the rings. Fantastic! She really knew how to sell an experience.

Fortunately for the fitting session, I did not get hard (it helped that I’m gay), but there sure was some precum. In hindsight, getting an erection would have been even better: it would have added some humiliation (I won’t explain in detail why – suffice to say that by exposing myself fully, she also immediately knew that I’m gay) and it would have extended the session. Maybe I’d even have had to relieve myself in order to be able to continue?
 
Without a doubt - me being exposed. It's such a turn on to think about a guy or guys seeing, examining, masturbating, and/or using my pussy in front of other guys. Or being streamed for people. Or filmed. Or being exposed in public. Or one gyno doctor calling in others for some reason. Or being exposed to an Uber driver. Or in a club or pub. At my boyfriend's office. In a bus. Or a train.
 
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