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Life of a flasher.
I spent at least five minutes dancing and posing completely naked right in front Angie, my childhood friend and her big sister Linda who was still shouting abuse and threats at me. With only my face hidden I stretched, danced & posed with my skinny, wee16 yr old body. All smooth and glistening with cooking oil. My wee, smooth, pink willie standing stiff & erect. I knew right then that this was what I really needed. With all the shame of trying to actually chat up girls but without them even knowing who I was. Before I lost my virginity at 29', I'd always associated sexual thoughts with feelings of shame, inadequacy & humiliation. By flashing at girls I'm close as I'll ever get to ** them. I spent many years like that. Creeping about the neighborhood completely naked except for my hidden face. I'd become a bit of a legend by then. I really loved all the stories I'd hear about a disgusting pervert covered in oil that would pee, pose and play with his wee, hard willie in front unlucky groups of girls late at night. I'd write on myself, wear stolen lingerie, wear fat ** plugs, usually with a tail and whatever I could think of to feel more shame. Eventually I realised that to feel proper humiliation, I would need to show my face. That was when I started getting into trouble with the police and neighbours. I've studied this quiet closely now and as far as I can tell I'm possibly unique. Apparently flashers are"control freaks" who like intimidating women with their big, powerful **. I want to be Insulted and laughed at by the people I degrade myself in front of. With my smooth, shiny hairless body, my silly, wee willie and my ridiculous humiliating attempts to dance, pose & be ** for them. Am I alone in this?
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