Behind the Curtain of Hidden Desire: exhibitonist stories

Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—exhibitonist stories is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout exhibitonist stories. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in exhibitonist stories. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in exhibitonist stories. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in exhibitonist stories, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. exhibitonist stories ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.