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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Chihiro Kai :
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but that was minor compared to the excitement the stares
generated. I felt so exposed, so sexual, so vulnerable. Before
this, most of my friends didn't even realize "about" us...and
here I was wearing cuffs in public. Now everyone *knew*, and
that thought was almost unbearably exciting.
Of course, my outfit caused stares even once people got used
to the cuffs. I was turning heads, and I loved it! The zippers
on the skirt started the party all the way down (closed), but as
the evening wore on, he kept instructing me to open them up more
and more. I was flirting quite heavily with a number of people,
and the reactions I was getting were great.
As my sense of vulnerability and exposure increased, so did
my arousal. By midway through the party, I could hardly concen-
trate on dancing, and my underwear was rather wet. (I had the
nervous feeling that *everyone* could tell this, as I was wearing
bright red underwear, and the skirt hid little.) It didn't help
much that the clothes actually *did* invite touches
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