SexArt model Ariel Rebel shares her true-life experiences with you…
I chose an apartment with a lot of windows because I like to walk around naked in front of them. Perched in the clouds in a high-rise, I can admire the city. So many little ants minding their own business while I observe them from afar, comfortable in my bare skin.
My breasts, pushed up against the cold glass, are covered with goosebumps. My long hair – it grew a lot since my most recent SexArt movie – is tickling my hardening nipples. It makes me smile to expose myself like this.
I wasn’t always this way, in fact I was pretty much the opposite. The old me would rather go hide under the bed than consider exposing so much of herself to the world… physically and mentally.
It takes a certain kind of person to do what I do; but here I am, naked in front of my windows and loving it. Over the years, I’ve learned to be more confident and comfortable in my own skin. The reasons for my exhibitionism will forever evolve as I learn to surf across the current. Every day, I challenge myself to become immune to judgments and conventions, following my own convictions, in order to leave my mark on the world.
Your body is beautiful, and so is your mind. Challenge your own personal boundaries in order to grow. Never stop growing. I repeat it to myself like a mantra.
Sometimes, as I stand there naked, I look at people in the buildings across the street. It’s fun to see them go about their lives, and I make up stories about them in my head. You’d be surprised by how many times I’ve caught someone having sex, in the past week alone. Sometimes I’ll touch myself while peeping at someone’s private life, wondering if they secretly know I’m watching.
The orgy-loving couple that host a party every Friday; the bachelor pads and their multitude of conquests; the sexy girl who likes to undress with the drapes open; each little cell belongs to my own personal porn collection. They are all doing their thing while I look at them and caress my body, hands running over my silky skin, exploring every inch.
Now I imagine it’s your hands running wild over me, I think of the strength of your embrace and the electricity of your kiss. I touch myself harder and imagine us fooling around like those unsuspecting exhibitionists I masturbate over, the voyeur becoming the watched…
Prisoner of my own fantasies, I keep rubbing my clit until I climax. My toes curl down as I try to contain the energy boost and I scream your name as if you were right there with me. The world will stop turning for a moment, as pleasure floods through me, blotting out all other consciousness. Gradually I come back to myself, realizing I’m standing there in the dark, cum drunk, my body still twitching as I look out the window.
I don’t only peep at night, though. Some days I’ll perch my naked behind on the window ledge to daydream about making a garden on top of each of the surrounding buildings, because a green roof would be so much prettier to look at than a cement structure. And then I get to fantasizing about a bunch of naked gardeners downing tools to fuck in the grass, under the blazing sun…
Then I press my hot skin to the cold glass and wonder who’s watching me and daydreaming about me. I smile at the idea of my naked body bringing happiness to someone out there, maybe becoming the inspiration for a symphony I’ll never hear or a painting I’ll never see. It’s a thrill to know I’m giving the world some positive energy. And as an orgasm is the pinnacle of positive energy, how can I resist sharing this with my unknown voyeur once more? I touch myself, and I feel free, fearless and wild…
Today, you’ll be the artist and I’ll be your muse. I’ll expose myself to you, without ever knowing the symphony of thoughts going through your head. I’ll just be here, enjoying myself, walking around naked in front of my big windows.
Love and kisses,