For me it’s two fold. My husband enjoys the thrill of other men seeing something that they shouldn’t get to see, knowing that they’re going to always remember that and be able to bring up that memory any time they want. Especially in the case of people we know.
But also it’s the thrill of him knowing how much I enjoy it. How much I get off on the embarrassment and humiliation of it. Testing my boundaries and driving me wild with the scenarios that he cooks up. Knowing that the next time we see this person I could be fully dressed and they’d be able to mentally undress me, recalling every inch of what they’ve seen and holding that over me. The shift in the power dynamic that comes with that is a massive massive rush for me
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