James came over to visit me tonight. Right before he arrived, I was a little bored, so I created a twitter account. I don't know if I will keep twittering a lot, but I might. James actually got turned on by me twittering about what we were doing (even though it was innocent remarks such as "We're watching an old Bel Ami movie together - "American in Prague". We both love Johan Paulik - but we also have each other"... I guess it just gave a small added sense of exhibitionism, but without the camera which we are a bit tired of.
What would be really cool, however, was to twitter and get comments while we were together. Currently, however, I almost have no followers on twitter - so it's almost like being an exhibitionist on a deserted island...
Anyway, we got turned on by the "American in Prague" - we both love Johan Paulik, and in that movie he has lots of sex with Chance, another beauty. We were jerking off each other on the coach while watching the DVD, then we went over to the bedroom. The bedroom has the advantage of the bed, of course, but it also has the window that faces the back of the block. By now, I've been living here long enough to know that the guy in the fourth floor will be looking out of his window to see if there is something to watch, and that he enjoys watching us. It didn't fail tonight either: when we started fucking, the light in his apartment was on, but when I looked up a few minutes later, it was off - but I could clearly see a movement there.
I told James about this, and of course, this turned him on even more. James insisted on laying on his back, looking at the window, and let me suck him off. After all the jerking (without coming) during the movie, it didn't take long before he came, even though I tried to calm him down and make it last longer. He shot a big cum all over his chest and stomach. Then he simply turned over on his knees, and let me fuck him.
It's strange being with James. He is so sexual, is very well endowed and is as crazy about exhibitionism as I am. The moment he knows that someone is watching, he can get hard in a second, and it's almost like the sex is more about performance than about pleasure. But it's both, of course, the point is of course that he gets immense pleasure from being watched having sex.
Anyway, he's gone home now, and I'm back at my computer (naked), updating my blog and twittering a little. And maybe I'll surf Facebook a little. Earlier today, a Canadian woman actually asked me to "use my naked body to warm her up" on webcam. I was in the middle of something else so I couldn't "help" her, but in a strange way it actually tempted me. Why should I get any pleasure from being naked on webcam for a straight woman? I don't know - just the idea of being just a "tool" for once, attracted me. I'll see if she's still there...
I'm just blabbering away... I'll come back with a more structured post with one of my sexual encounters from the past one of these days...
(And remember: I'm on Twitter: http://twitter.com/jokristian.)
Monday, December 29, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Approaches to public nudity
It's still cold and dark in Oslo, so I don't spend as much time being nude - especially not outdoors - as I would have liked to. Instead, I've been thinking of ways to order/categorize how I go about to be naked in public, and have come to the conclusion (so far) that there are usually three different approaches I take:
- the playful, "no worries" attitude
- the innocent, "naive"
- the confrontational
The clearest example of the first one is perhaps the yearly ritual in which the "russ" run naked through Norwegian city streets. It's the students who have finished high school who do this, and they get away with it partly because it's a tradition, but also because it's just for fun and nobody worries about it. Similarly, when I go for a jog in the forests around Oslo and see a lake, I don't hesitate to strip off and have a nice little dip in the water. Of course, I pick places in which I can be seen from the main path, but still nobody objects.
However, to be "naked" in busy streets, I go for the second approach. You can't credibly be "playfully" walking around naked among hundreds of people - but you can dress a bit "carelessly". One day in August this year, I saw that it would be rain, so I wore my nice, white trousers and - of course - nothing underneath. The trousers went just the right degree of transparent when wet - not enough to make it totally unbelieveable that I wouldn't notice, but enough for it to be quite a sensation...
Of course, the "innocent" approach is also what I do when I fall asleep on nude beaches and wake up with a boner. Nobody can really be upset about that, and quite often there are some guys nearby who takes an interest and wants to get to know me better...
And of course, when I'm naked in my apartment, not knowing that my curtains do not really hide me from passers-by in the street, that's also the "naive" or "innocent" effect. That's the one I'm using right now, sitting naked by my computer in the living room, with lights on inside and the dark night outside...
The "confrontational" is the more classical "exhibitionist" kind. I don't do that very often, as it carries the risk of being arrested and things like that. However, it can be quite effective. I remember that I stayed at a youth hostel once and the beautiful guy in the bed next to mine seemed quite interested. I was 98% sure that he wanted me, but as I had already gone to bed, I found no great way of getting to the action. Being "innocent" probably wouldn't have been enough, as he would not have had the courage to make the first move. So instead, I simply lifted up my cover to reveal my erect dick to him, while watching him intently.
This could, no doubt, have led to trouble. If I was wrong, he could have complained to the management, attacked me or something like that. In this case, however, I was right. He was clearly interested, so when I nodded in the direction of the bathroom door, he clearly agreed. So I put a towel around me (not wanting to show my erection to the rest of the people in the room) and went to the bathroom. He was with me within seconds, and he immediately came down on me and sucked me. Then we took turns sucking each other, and...
I notice that I'm drifting into an erotic story here. I guess I'll rather write the full story some other day - in this post, it was just meant as an example of the "confrontational" approach to nudity.
I'm sure there are more approaches - and of course, more examples of each... Feel free to use the comment option here...
- the playful, "no worries" attitude
- the innocent, "naive"
- the confrontational
The clearest example of the first one is perhaps the yearly ritual in which the "russ" run naked through Norwegian city streets. It's the students who have finished high school who do this, and they get away with it partly because it's a tradition, but also because it's just for fun and nobody worries about it. Similarly, when I go for a jog in the forests around Oslo and see a lake, I don't hesitate to strip off and have a nice little dip in the water. Of course, I pick places in which I can be seen from the main path, but still nobody objects.
However, to be "naked" in busy streets, I go for the second approach. You can't credibly be "playfully" walking around naked among hundreds of people - but you can dress a bit "carelessly". One day in August this year, I saw that it would be rain, so I wore my nice, white trousers and - of course - nothing underneath. The trousers went just the right degree of transparent when wet - not enough to make it totally unbelieveable that I wouldn't notice, but enough for it to be quite a sensation...
Of course, the "innocent" approach is also what I do when I fall asleep on nude beaches and wake up with a boner. Nobody can really be upset about that, and quite often there are some guys nearby who takes an interest and wants to get to know me better...
And of course, when I'm naked in my apartment, not knowing that my curtains do not really hide me from passers-by in the street, that's also the "naive" or "innocent" effect. That's the one I'm using right now, sitting naked by my computer in the living room, with lights on inside and the dark night outside...
The "confrontational" is the more classical "exhibitionist" kind. I don't do that very often, as it carries the risk of being arrested and things like that. However, it can be quite effective. I remember that I stayed at a youth hostel once and the beautiful guy in the bed next to mine seemed quite interested. I was 98% sure that he wanted me, but as I had already gone to bed, I found no great way of getting to the action. Being "innocent" probably wouldn't have been enough, as he would not have had the courage to make the first move. So instead, I simply lifted up my cover to reveal my erect dick to him, while watching him intently.
This could, no doubt, have led to trouble. If I was wrong, he could have complained to the management, attacked me or something like that. In this case, however, I was right. He was clearly interested, so when I nodded in the direction of the bathroom door, he clearly agreed. So I put a towel around me (not wanting to show my erection to the rest of the people in the room) and went to the bathroom. He was with me within seconds, and he immediately came down on me and sucked me. Then we took turns sucking each other, and...
I notice that I'm drifting into an erotic story here. I guess I'll rather write the full story some other day - in this post, it was just meant as an example of the "confrontational" approach to nudity.
I'm sure there are more approaches - and of course, more examples of each... Feel free to use the comment option here...
Monday, December 8, 2008
Shopping
I'm still a bit sad that it's winter and difficult to find opportunities for being nude in public (although there's always the gym, of course). I talked to James, and we decided to make do with a situation a bit less naked - but very public. We decided to go shopping...
It's Christmas soon, so all clothing shops (and other shops) in Oslo are crowded with people shopping frentically. So we decided to have some fun at a dressing room. We chose one of the stores on Karl Johan (Oslo's main street), and picked up a handful of trousers to try.
Of course we had prepared. I had chosen a particularly wide and soft pair of open fly boxers, which I thought would give possibilities for significant "tents" and even peeks. James, however, chose to premiere his new pair of push up briefs. He is already above average by far, but with these, he's just huge.
We didn't have much of a plan - we just waited in line, got a dressing room stall each (which happened to be next to each other - both facing the shop) and started to try on the different pairs of trousers. Of course, every time I wanted his advice, I went over to his stall and opened the curtain, exposing him (in his briefs) to more or less everybody in the shop. And every time he had a pair of trousers on, he went over to my stall, exposing me.
I know this may sound pathetic, but as we were in front of a crowded shop with fully clothed people, even this made us get semi-erect. And after just maybe ten minutes of this, an (overworked) guy working in the store started to look in our direction and then came over. I thought that we would be asked to leave or cover up, but instead he wanted to help James find the best pair of jeans. The only surprising thing about this was that James had not asked for help, while the shop was full of people desperately seeking help.
This guy stayed with us, however, and all the time came over with a new pair of trousers, discussing them at great lengths so as to have a good excuse for looking at James as he was trying on every new one. At this point, I stayed in my stall, only coming out once in a while to pick up something else to try on. I listened to the conversation, but almost couldn't help laughing when I heard James ask "Are you sure there's not a bulge when I wear these trousers - I tend to have that problem" The guy obviously couldn't imagine what to say - after all he'd been drooling over James' dick for a long time, so he couldn't reasonably pretend that the bulge was not a problem." At last he just said that many people found a bulge quite attractive.
At this point James decided to involve me again, so he asked "What do you think?" and opened the curtains to my stall. At this point, I was again pretending to try on a pair of trousers, but my semi-erection was getting less and less "semi". Outside my stall was James, discussing his bulge with this guy who was staring at him, while my erection created a very obvious tent in my wide boxers. James asked again, quite loud "Do you think I have too much a bulge here?" I think at least five or six people turned to look, but I think they looked more at my tent than at his - after all quite covered-up - bulge.
By this time, it got too much for the guy working in the shop, so he just closed the curtain and said, quickly, that he would have to take care of some other customers. But before he had left, James had the presence of mind to ask him if there was a toilet nearby. The guy said that there was really only a staff toilet in this shop. Then he hesitated for about one second, and then told James that he could borrow it. The last thing I heard was this guy following James to the toilet.
Of course, I met James a bit later. I asked how the toilet visit was. James smiled. Apparently, the guy was very good with his customers - not only lending the toilet, but also giving personal service inside the toilet. He had wanted to have a closer look at James' new briefs. A very close look... Then what did he do, I asked. And then James showed me...
It's Christmas soon, so all clothing shops (and other shops) in Oslo are crowded with people shopping frentically. So we decided to have some fun at a dressing room. We chose one of the stores on Karl Johan (Oslo's main street), and picked up a handful of trousers to try.
Of course we had prepared. I had chosen a particularly wide and soft pair of open fly boxers, which I thought would give possibilities for significant "tents" and even peeks. James, however, chose to premiere his new pair of push up briefs. He is already above average by far, but with these, he's just huge.
We didn't have much of a plan - we just waited in line, got a dressing room stall each (which happened to be next to each other - both facing the shop) and started to try on the different pairs of trousers. Of course, every time I wanted his advice, I went over to his stall and opened the curtain, exposing him (in his briefs) to more or less everybody in the shop. And every time he had a pair of trousers on, he went over to my stall, exposing me.
I know this may sound pathetic, but as we were in front of a crowded shop with fully clothed people, even this made us get semi-erect. And after just maybe ten minutes of this, an (overworked) guy working in the store started to look in our direction and then came over. I thought that we would be asked to leave or cover up, but instead he wanted to help James find the best pair of jeans. The only surprising thing about this was that James had not asked for help, while the shop was full of people desperately seeking help.
This guy stayed with us, however, and all the time came over with a new pair of trousers, discussing them at great lengths so as to have a good excuse for looking at James as he was trying on every new one. At this point, I stayed in my stall, only coming out once in a while to pick up something else to try on. I listened to the conversation, but almost couldn't help laughing when I heard James ask "Are you sure there's not a bulge when I wear these trousers - I tend to have that problem" The guy obviously couldn't imagine what to say - after all he'd been drooling over James' dick for a long time, so he couldn't reasonably pretend that the bulge was not a problem." At last he just said that many people found a bulge quite attractive.
At this point James decided to involve me again, so he asked "What do you think?" and opened the curtains to my stall. At this point, I was again pretending to try on a pair of trousers, but my semi-erection was getting less and less "semi". Outside my stall was James, discussing his bulge with this guy who was staring at him, while my erection created a very obvious tent in my wide boxers. James asked again, quite loud "Do you think I have too much a bulge here?" I think at least five or six people turned to look, but I think they looked more at my tent than at his - after all quite covered-up - bulge.
By this time, it got too much for the guy working in the shop, so he just closed the curtain and said, quickly, that he would have to take care of some other customers. But before he had left, James had the presence of mind to ask him if there was a toilet nearby. The guy said that there was really only a staff toilet in this shop. Then he hesitated for about one second, and then told James that he could borrow it. The last thing I heard was this guy following James to the toilet.
Of course, I met James a bit later. I asked how the toilet visit was. James smiled. Apparently, the guy was very good with his customers - not only lending the toilet, but also giving personal service inside the toilet. He had wanted to have a closer look at James' new briefs. A very close look... Then what did he do, I asked. And then James showed me...
Monday, November 17, 2008
In the gym with James
I'm settled into my new apartment, and has already had great times there - not the least when James visited. That was an exhibitionistic night to remember - and I'll surely tell more about it later.
Later in the week, however, James and I went to the gym again (see an earlier post), and what happened there is certainly worth a post, too.
We had talked on facebook about what opportunities we had. Of course, in the locker room we could get semi-erect and observe the reactions of others, and in the gym we could wear different kinds of revealing clothes. There's also a pool which gives interesting opportunities, and a sauna where the heat makes everybody particularly "vulnerable". In fact; once people start getting a hard-on in the sauna, they have nowhere to hide - several times have a semi-erection on my part given others raging hard-ons, often leading to them leaving the sauna blushing...
But in this case, most of the fun was in the gym. It started in the locker room, though. James and I chose lockers far apart - pretending to be strangers. Already while James was undressing, I noticed another guy watching him closely. This guy was our age (early 20s), maybe even 19, and he was obviously a regular guest here, judging by his beautiful body. James, on the other hand, is slim, which only makes his dick look even bigger than it is. Just as James took off his boxer, he decided to fill his bottle with water, so he crossed the room - our "new friend"'s eyes following him. James got back, and found his favorite gym shorts in his bag. The gym shorts are perfect - it has no inner brief, but it is exactly long enough to hide everything as long as you are standing up. The moment you sit down, however, your jewels are clearly visible. James put on his shorts, t-shirt and shoes and wandered out into the gym. "Our friend" followed immediately. I waited for a moment before joining them. While waiting, I saw that "our friend" had the name "Nils" written on his gym bag - so I'll stop calling him "our friend"...
In the gym, James was on a bicycle doing a little warm-up cycling. I watched his shorts, and saw that they didn't really show much the way James was cycling. I also noted that Niels had sat down behind James and was cycling also.
After maybe ten minutes of cycling, James went over to a biceps trainer. He sat down, and started pushing. Niels also stopped cycling, and seemed so interested in James that he wanted to find a machine nearby - so he walked towards James' direction. It was funny to see his reaction the moment he noticed that James' cock was partly on display - he almost stopped walking, and couldn't keep his eyes away for at least ten seconds. Then he quickly got to his senses, and sat down on the closest machine there was. I was watching from the bikes, but even from a distance I could see that Niels was having problems keeping his cock down.
James obviously knew what was going on, and decided it was time for some fun. Instead of moving on to the machine next to the one he was using, he decided to move to the one furthest away. Again, he sat down, and Niels almost immediately followed. As he walked through the entire gym, the bulge was very noticeable, but apparently he couldn't stay away from James.
Of course, James couldn't keep being this bad, so the next few machines he chose were also in the same area, so Niels could keep watching without having to flout his huge bulge for everyone to see. And after a little while, there was a moment when James and Niels were the only people in that area, and that was when James decided to lie down to do a little bench press. Of course, his cock was already half visible, and it only took a tiny slide down the bench to get it fully exposed. Even from my position I could see the semi-erect beauty. Niels must have had a very good view - and he actually completely stopped doing whatever he was pretending to do in his machine, and just stared.
I guessed that this would be the end of this part of the fun, so I went into the locker room, which happened to be empty. I undressed. The timing was perfect, I had just undressed completely when James arrived - again closely followed by Niels. It was time to see Niels' erect dick. To make it a bit less embarrassing for him, I let my dick rise a bit as well - that was not very difficult after all that I had seen. So just as Niels was about to undress, he had the guy he had been watching for half an hour on his one side, undressing, and another stranger, sporting a hard-on on the other. So obviously he didn't have a chance of getting his cock limb again. And, on the other hand, he might think it didn't matter much either, as I was showing off...
I started to get very intrigued about how far we could possibly do this. I decided to be brave, so as I got into the shower, I started applying soap all over my body. So just as James and Niels entered the shower, I was soaping up my still erect cock. Of course, James took my cue, and also hardened up at the same time as he let his fingers work his torso and then his cock. Niels, of course, also applied his soap. By then, what my fingers did was much closer to jerking off than to anything else. Niels seemed in doubt for a split second, but then his erection got the better of him, and he started to jerk off, too. James didn't even start jerking until Niels was already well underway.
I would have wished to end this report by telling about wonderful cum all over the place, but instead we suddenly heard sounds from outside. For some reason, the guy who entered the locker room decided to look through the round window in the door to the showers. I turned quickly towards the wall, and James was also quite fast - while Niels was a tiny bit slower. It's impossible to say what the face in the window actually saw - he may have seen two guys showering innocently and one guy jerking off, but I don't know that for sure.
Niels finished his shower, towelled off very quickly and hurried off. James and I were a bit slower, but agreed that we had had enough "public" fun for one evening and headed back to James' place - where we had a great time. We couldn't help thinking of Niels once in a while...
(And Niels, if you read this: I hope you had a good time - and if you want to go to the gym with James and me again, just let me know...)
Later in the week, however, James and I went to the gym again (see an earlier post), and what happened there is certainly worth a post, too.
We had talked on facebook about what opportunities we had. Of course, in the locker room we could get semi-erect and observe the reactions of others, and in the gym we could wear different kinds of revealing clothes. There's also a pool which gives interesting opportunities, and a sauna where the heat makes everybody particularly "vulnerable". In fact; once people start getting a hard-on in the sauna, they have nowhere to hide - several times have a semi-erection on my part given others raging hard-ons, often leading to them leaving the sauna blushing...
But in this case, most of the fun was in the gym. It started in the locker room, though. James and I chose lockers far apart - pretending to be strangers. Already while James was undressing, I noticed another guy watching him closely. This guy was our age (early 20s), maybe even 19, and he was obviously a regular guest here, judging by his beautiful body. James, on the other hand, is slim, which only makes his dick look even bigger than it is. Just as James took off his boxer, he decided to fill his bottle with water, so he crossed the room - our "new friend"'s eyes following him. James got back, and found his favorite gym shorts in his bag. The gym shorts are perfect - it has no inner brief, but it is exactly long enough to hide everything as long as you are standing up. The moment you sit down, however, your jewels are clearly visible. James put on his shorts, t-shirt and shoes and wandered out into the gym. "Our friend" followed immediately. I waited for a moment before joining them. While waiting, I saw that "our friend" had the name "Nils" written on his gym bag - so I'll stop calling him "our friend"...
In the gym, James was on a bicycle doing a little warm-up cycling. I watched his shorts, and saw that they didn't really show much the way James was cycling. I also noted that Niels had sat down behind James and was cycling also.
After maybe ten minutes of cycling, James went over to a biceps trainer. He sat down, and started pushing. Niels also stopped cycling, and seemed so interested in James that he wanted to find a machine nearby - so he walked towards James' direction. It was funny to see his reaction the moment he noticed that James' cock was partly on display - he almost stopped walking, and couldn't keep his eyes away for at least ten seconds. Then he quickly got to his senses, and sat down on the closest machine there was. I was watching from the bikes, but even from a distance I could see that Niels was having problems keeping his cock down.
James obviously knew what was going on, and decided it was time for some fun. Instead of moving on to the machine next to the one he was using, he decided to move to the one furthest away. Again, he sat down, and Niels almost immediately followed. As he walked through the entire gym, the bulge was very noticeable, but apparently he couldn't stay away from James.
Of course, James couldn't keep being this bad, so the next few machines he chose were also in the same area, so Niels could keep watching without having to flout his huge bulge for everyone to see. And after a little while, there was a moment when James and Niels were the only people in that area, and that was when James decided to lie down to do a little bench press. Of course, his cock was already half visible, and it only took a tiny slide down the bench to get it fully exposed. Even from my position I could see the semi-erect beauty. Niels must have had a very good view - and he actually completely stopped doing whatever he was pretending to do in his machine, and just stared.
I guessed that this would be the end of this part of the fun, so I went into the locker room, which happened to be empty. I undressed. The timing was perfect, I had just undressed completely when James arrived - again closely followed by Niels. It was time to see Niels' erect dick. To make it a bit less embarrassing for him, I let my dick rise a bit as well - that was not very difficult after all that I had seen. So just as Niels was about to undress, he had the guy he had been watching for half an hour on his one side, undressing, and another stranger, sporting a hard-on on the other. So obviously he didn't have a chance of getting his cock limb again. And, on the other hand, he might think it didn't matter much either, as I was showing off...
I started to get very intrigued about how far we could possibly do this. I decided to be brave, so as I got into the shower, I started applying soap all over my body. So just as James and Niels entered the shower, I was soaping up my still erect cock. Of course, James took my cue, and also hardened up at the same time as he let his fingers work his torso and then his cock. Niels, of course, also applied his soap. By then, what my fingers did was much closer to jerking off than to anything else. Niels seemed in doubt for a split second, but then his erection got the better of him, and he started to jerk off, too. James didn't even start jerking until Niels was already well underway.
I would have wished to end this report by telling about wonderful cum all over the place, but instead we suddenly heard sounds from outside. For some reason, the guy who entered the locker room decided to look through the round window in the door to the showers. I turned quickly towards the wall, and James was also quite fast - while Niels was a tiny bit slower. It's impossible to say what the face in the window actually saw - he may have seen two guys showering innocently and one guy jerking off, but I don't know that for sure.
Niels finished his shower, towelled off very quickly and hurried off. James and I were a bit slower, but agreed that we had had enough "public" fun for one evening and headed back to James' place - where we had a great time. We couldn't help thinking of Niels once in a while...
(And Niels, if you read this: I hope you had a good time - and if you want to go to the gym with James and me again, just let me know...)
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Just a very short note to mention that I'm now on facebook. Would be cool to see if many of my readers are there - feel free to add me... :-)
Friday, November 7, 2008
Have you ever had a hard-on...
I liked the results of this month's poll: they showed that the readers of this blog are adventurous people, who are not afraid to let others enjoy the sight of their hard-ons. Only five percent of the people who answered had never had a hard-on in any of the situations I suggested...
in a shower with people you didn't know 179 (56%)
on a beach 200 (63%)
while being photographed 106 (33%)
in photos that you've posted online 75 (23%)
in videos that you've posted online 32 (10%)
at a naked party 75 (23%)
with more than 10 people present 106 (33%)
naked, in a car, on the motorway 141 (44%)
(none of the above) 17 (5%)
Votes so far: 315
Poll closed
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in a shower with people you didn't know 179 (56%)
on a beach 200 (63%)
while being photographed 106 (33%)
in photos that you've posted online 75 (23%)
in videos that you've posted online 32 (10%)
at a naked party 75 (23%)
with more than 10 people present 106 (33%)
naked, in a car, on the motorway 141 (44%)
(none of the above) 17 (5%)
Votes so far: 315
Poll closed
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The new apartment
Winter is approaching, and that normally means far fewer opportunities for nudity - usually I'm only naked at home and when I'm at the gym. Of course, at the gym I can always get an "unintended" hard-on, but other than that, there is not much happening.
However, I have been looking for a new apartment for a while, as the one I've been renting so far has been a bit too far from work. Three weeks ago, I finally found the perfect one, and this week I moved in. What's so perfect about it? I'll tell you:
The new apartment is only a ten minutes' walk from the centre of Oslo, and only fifteen minutes from my office. Even more important, however: it is on the ground floor, with windows to a moderately busy street, and with a bedroom window facing the backyard.
I'm sure most of my readers have seen the implications of this already: I have made sure to put up white and very light curtains. This means that as it gets dark outside (which it does at about five o'clock nowadays), people on the street can see perfectly well what goes on in my apartment. I undress as soon as I get home from work, and enjoy my nudity for hours before going to bed. People who like what they see, can of course pass the window as often as they like - people who don't like it, can't really complain (it's not their business what I do in my own apartment, after all...)
When I finally go to bed, I go to my bedroom. As I haven't closed the curtains in advance, I have to do that. After all, I wouldn't want people who pass my window on their way across the backyard to their apartments to see me, would I? (And I can't be blamed if they happen to see me for the short while I close the curtains...)
Already, I have noticed people walking surprisingly slowly past my living room window, and I'm laughing loud by the fact that the rent is actually lower on this apartment than on the ones higher up in the building. For an exhibitionist, this is the perfect one...
However, I have been looking for a new apartment for a while, as the one I've been renting so far has been a bit too far from work. Three weeks ago, I finally found the perfect one, and this week I moved in. What's so perfect about it? I'll tell you:
The new apartment is only a ten minutes' walk from the centre of Oslo, and only fifteen minutes from my office. Even more important, however: it is on the ground floor, with windows to a moderately busy street, and with a bedroom window facing the backyard.
I'm sure most of my readers have seen the implications of this already: I have made sure to put up white and very light curtains. This means that as it gets dark outside (which it does at about five o'clock nowadays), people on the street can see perfectly well what goes on in my apartment. I undress as soon as I get home from work, and enjoy my nudity for hours before going to bed. People who like what they see, can of course pass the window as often as they like - people who don't like it, can't really complain (it's not their business what I do in my own apartment, after all...)
When I finally go to bed, I go to my bedroom. As I haven't closed the curtains in advance, I have to do that. After all, I wouldn't want people who pass my window on their way across the backyard to their apartments to see me, would I? (And I can't be blamed if they happen to see me for the short while I close the curtains...)
Already, I have noticed people walking surprisingly slowly past my living room window, and I'm laughing loud by the fact that the rent is actually lower on this apartment than on the ones higher up in the building. For an exhibitionist, this is the perfect one...
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