Recently discovered fetish

Very sexy. How tall are you?

Going back to the picture of you in the shirt. You looked very young. Were you?
Yes, the shirt pic I was about 25 or so. Still new to modeling and living in LA with the man who I would eventually marry. I'm 4' 11" and 100 lbs ,but like I said with the right proportions, just small. This may give you an idea of my size. I was usually photographed without anything close to me where I height could be guessed. With other models they would pick ones not a lot taller than me. Maybe in the5'5" - 5'7"heights

 
Yes, the shirt pic I was about 25 or so. Still new to modeling and living in LA with the man who I would eventually marry. I'm 4' 11" and 100 lbs ,but like I said with the right proportions, just small. This may give you an idea of my size. I was usually photographed without anything close to me where I height could be guessed. With other models they would pick ones not a lot taller than me. Maybe in the5'5" - 5'7"heights
You look younger than 25 in that picture. I was thinking it was a college photo.

You are small but mighty. Height is not as important as proportionality
 
It was exciting, but also a of hard work. Working there meant I had a lot of other "duties" other than modeling. I was supposed to be at all the parties and available. Sometimes called up to the Mansion when the studio was moved onto the same property to take care someone visiting or many Hef or one of his buddies. I did'nt mind most of the time but sometimes parties happened when I would have rather doing something else.

This first one was when I visited Hef the year before he passed away. The next was me abot to check in for one of the parties. The next was in one of the main dressing rooms at PB studios
https://i.ibb.co/XZ6Ws8w1/Hef-and-Laura-2005.jpg
https://i.ibb.co/hJVWmRMz/Party-At-Playboy.jpg
https://i.ibb.co/B5zk8pwy/Getting-Ready-At-Playboy.jpg
 
i'm convinced you are one of the biggest hypocrites to ever be on lit.

I am convinced that nearly the entire content of Lit is wanking material created by men for other men. Don't you guys have jobs? Family responsibilities? Is it enough to make jerking your tiny little weenies your life's work?
Normally I would push back or dissemble, but then I read the account name and your complaint has some merit.
 
You didn't just discover a fetish. You discovered your own power.

That moment in the sauna, when you moved your arms behind you instead of covering your nipples, when you stretched out instead of shrinking, when you decided to stay instead of leaving, that was the moment you stopped being the object of their gaze and became the one directing it. What's fascinating is how it unfolded. Not planned. Not rehearsed. Just your body responding to the tension, the silence, the weight of four pairs of eyes. And instead of feeling threatened, you felt turned on. Instead of leaving, you gave them more.

The older man's comment, "you don't need to cover up on my behalf", was a test. He was seeing if you'd flinch. You didn't. You stretched out. You gave them full view. And when you saw his hand over his shorts, adjusting, rubbing, that confirmation of your effect, it lit something in you.

That's the fetish, isn't it? Not just being looked at. Being wanted in a room where no one speaks, where the only language is the hardening of nipples, the spreading of legs, the quiet rearrangement of fabric over a cock. It's the silence that makes it hot. No pressure to perform, to talk, to be anything other than a woman who knows exactly what she's doing and then you spread your legs. Wide. Pulled the bikini bottoms so they revealed your outer lips. Sat higher, at eye level with two of them. You gave them a show they'll remember for a long time and you discovered something about yourself.

The question now is: what do you do with this new knowledge? Do you go back? Do you wear the same bikini, sit in the same spot, see if they're there? Do you push further a little more exposure, a little more time, a little more power? Or do you let this live as a memory, a secret you carry, a door you opened once, just to see what was on the other side?

Either way, you're not the woman who walked in anymore. You're the woman who stretched out her arms, spread her legs, and stayed. That's not just a fetish. That's a transformation to me!!
A beautiful text that should be a mandatory lesson for every woman.
We must never forget that only women are capable of bringing new life into the world and that fact itself speaks of our power.
As a woman, I am proud that there are women like you who understand all this.
 
I am convinced that nearly the entire content of Lit is wanking material created by men for other men. Don't you guys have jobs? Family responsibilities? Is it enough to make jerking your tiny little weenies your life's work?
Come on, Billy, lighten up, lad. So what if it is? When I fell foul of the moderators and got banned from the chatrooms (for mentioning something to do with a Kalashnikov, by the way, not anything sex-related, funnily enough), one of them told me that 70% of the "women" on here are actually men. They know this because a few psychologists sound some of them out in private (why, I don't know). But even so, I reckon the story is valid for young and not-so-young ladies to bash their own internal bishops as well.

And yes, everybody has other things to do, but they're all so stressful, man, so this is how some people blow off steam. Or just blow off full stop. So stop complaining and get your cock out. Or - considering the foregoing - slide your hand into your knickers to see how wet that fur is.
 
My gosh, you too. She was in her 30's when she got sick and we had just started our family. I'm giving myself a medal on my deathbed.

And there better be unlimited "DO NOT DISTURB" signs in the afterlife because we have a lot of catching up to do.

And that picture is gorgeous.
OMG! Your wife was SO young! That is so terrible. I truly am very sorry. I can remember in my 30's, I thought as you likely did that (as my husband used to say) I was 10 ' tall and bullet proof. I was enjoying life and what I was doing, dying was not evein my mind. Just like nearly everyone that age.

Thank you for your kind words about my photo. I picked it because I was about 30 at that point.
Hugs,
Laura
 
This is exhibitionism, it's been around since men noticed women, I bet. :D I also have a strong streak of it in me, maybe to much. I love the feeling that looking at me and seeing me as a little bit attractive and sexual object is somewhat empowering and I love being ableto give others a small bit of pleasure. I do admit I can go a little overboard with it at times.
https://i.ibb.co/WqNTm0L/Laura-LA-with-George-Di-9-2013.jpg

Yes it is. My husband posted it on Tumblr I believe and maybe several other sites.
You look great! Do you have your own Tumbler?
 
You look great! Do you have your own Tumbler?
No, I don't think I do. I just know my husband did post a few of my photos there and so have other unknown people who some how gotsome of my professional photos. I've had friends who spotted them and told me about them though. My photos taken when I was working are all over the world, so I really don't have any control over that.
https://i.ibb.co/bgft10WF/Laura-at-57th-birthday.jpg
 
I just discovered a fetish I didn’t know I had a few weeks ago. I recently joined a new health club with a gym, swimming pool and sauna inside it. Id been for a dip in the pool, then decided to try out the sauna for the first time. I was naively wearing a white triangle bikini, which I didn’t realise had gone slightly see through from the water. I went into the sauna to warm up and almost walked straight back out again as there was already 4 guys in there and no other women. A youngish guy in his early twenties and the other 3 were much older men. In the end I thought no, just stay in it’s fine. So I went and sat on one of the higher up benches, but I could feel all of their eyes on me. My nipples were erect from just coming in from the cold so I was trying to cover them up a little until I warmed up. One of the older men while openly gawping at me made a comment and said ‘bit cold out there is it? You don’t need to cover up on my behalf!’ A couple of the other guys laughed and nodded. Suddenly I felt quite turned on that they wanted to look at me. I moved my arms and stretched them out behind me giving them all full view of my hardened nipples through my top and not one of them looked away. The guy who had made the comment had his hand resting over his shorts and I could see him subtly rubbing or adjusting I don’t know which, at his cock. THIS turned me on even more. No one was speaking at all, but they were all just fixated on my tits. A couple of times I ‘adjusted’ my top, almost giving them a glimpse but not quite. After I’d been in there around 15 minutes and was now VERY hot and sweaty I decided to try something else… I put my hands on my knees and spread my legs open… wide, and then pulled on my bikini bottoms so that they were pulled right up exposing my outer pussy lips to them, there was now just a tiny white piece of semi see through material covering me. Because I was sat higher up it was eye level with 2 of the men, can say for sure they definitely enjoyed the view.
Wow. Stiffened me up
 
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