Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

November 20, 2020

On Being Shown

[fact]

Trust is a funny thing.

It doesn't always work the way one expects.

Or the way one wants.

But without it, love can feel like a fast train to nowhere.

Being shown and vulnerable by your partner,

is a trust and an act of love.

Showing you off is an act of love as well.

Both give and both can receive. If they trust.

[fiction]

I knelt on the pad at her direction and assumed the desired position. I knew from experience that my wait might be minutes or hours in duration – it didn’t matter. What did matter is that she had selected me to provide whatever intimate pleasure she ultimately desired. And it was that thought that kept my penis completely stiffened and on display for her periodic perusal.

Her attention, while periodic in nature, was on my erection. She demanded a certain level of elevation and was sharp in her inspection methods. If she sensed a drop, she was quick to require me to provide manual stimulation under her supervision. Her goal, it seemed, was a throbbing intensity that left me pushing against the air and my heart thumping in my chest and beating in my penis.

Her preparations, this time, were different. She was clearing the living room and doing something in the kitchen. The mystery was soon solved when the doorbell rang and I heard the sounds of female voices. I became very aware my exposed nakedness … and fought the urge to cover up or run to other room. I knew either of those options would disappoint and could end the relationship which always provided me explosive release after a prolonged build up.

The voices grew louder and were headed in my direction. I could make out the words now. “Have a seat and I’ll fix us a drink”, I heard her say. She led two females into the room and gestured to a couch directly across from where I knelt. My face flushed and I fought the urge to flee. I was embarrassed by both my position of subservience and my raging erection. While she acted as though this were a common occurrence and carried on her end of the conversation from the kitchen, her guests were unabashedly staring at my appearance. My erection, rather than flagging as I expected, seemed to grow in proportion to my embarrassment and discomfort.