About
Growing up I was considered by all to be a “good girl”. This due mostly to my father being the Presbyterian minister on the resort island where we lived. Over time, I grew to hate how I was considered, and so much wanted to shed this reputation. This is where my story begins, which I have been writing to better understand how I became an exhibitionist. It started physically, but I believe even the telling of this story is related to my exhibitionist tendencies. I have come to enjoy not only showing but telling.
This is a long story, so over time I will add to this thread in parts, occasionally jumping around in time. I have taken many pictures and videos over the years, which often connect to my stories. I hope share these as well, if allowed.
I very much appreciate anyone who will indulge.
Interests