Being uninhibited: there is nothing quite as naughty as the flash of underwear, or much more, during the normal working day. The naughtiness of going commando, the cheekiness of a salacious sight or just the playfulness of coquettish touching.
I’m always happy to flash when there is nothing underneath my kilt, but that’s a microcosm of what this A-to-Z post represents.
It’s the fun exhibitionism.
It’s the fleer as the partner surprises with a brief flash of a lewd display.
It’s the all-day foreplay.
It’s the being prepared to try new things.
It’s the naked photography in the hills, the bare arse at Eroticon or just the teasing dance I sent to my wife last month when she stayed away. It represents the frivolity of exposure and the showing off that could lead to fun and games. It’s the desire in the voyeur and the smirk on the exhibitionist.
It’s the teasing and light-heated aspect of our lives that I crave; I cannot, and could not, live without the laughter and frolics in my life. My wife will often flash flesh or blow seductive kisses, knowing full well the reaction it will cause.
So while this is as much the exhibitionist continuing their games, the uninhibited nature of both of us is essential to our play and dynamic. After all, who doesn’t adore the suggestiveness of the rising skirt, or the teasing smirk as her eyes flash twinkle to coincide with the flash of bare skin?
Because without those games in abundance, they’d be half the amount of sex, and a minuscule of the amount of enjoyment.