Of course! But I like boundaries too. As long as a man respects my physical and emotional boundaries, I let them be men around me. When they encroach too close, that's when I don't like it and let them know in some sort of way that makes sense at the time to me. A good example is when I work out at the gym. I'm really focused on my workout, but I know they're all checking me out, and that's okay with me. Some we'll occasionally say a little something to me, don't mind that either; however, if they try to engage me in a conversation while I'm focused on my reps, I'm like, "I'm busy working out, just like you should be doing" is what I'm thinking and say it politely to them in some way that they get the message. And don't get me started when some asshole try's to run his 'game' on me in the gym! Ugh. Cant.Stand.It
Love it more so if in a sleazy pub where its mostly dirty old men drinking and a new meet takes me from cuck and makes me show my pussy or boobs to the old guys, even been sent to ladies to remove my thong then made to walk back to table past the old guys with thong hooked over 1 finger hanging for all to see.
Depends on what I'm doing. Sometimes for sure I want to be seen and admired, like out in public; other times, like at the gym, no, I'm there to workout.
I'm not as beautiful as I was when I was younger, but I'm confident enough in my body to put on a show, especially if I'm behind a nice safe window and I get to pull the curtains when I want to.
Being stared at, or feeling myself being mentally undressed by someone, especially a man, makes my hackles rise and I'm quite blunt about telling them to piss off.
Whatever was posted is always meant in love and respect never to offend.
I'm also highly likely to have posted this from a phone so there may be typos or odd word changes, auto correct can be a pain.
I've been listening to my kinky pencil here's my current work
Closet exhibitionist here - I like the idea that someone MIGHT see, thought I wouldn't EXPRESSLY flaunt. For example, we had a ground-level hotel room in the French Quarter once... left the curtains to the street open while we had sex. I love the idea that someone may have peeked into the room.