No. 148 Afternoon Cycling with My Pussy on Full Display

Today I dressed up a little and went cycling in a tight skirt. With every pedal stroke, the skirt’s hem stretches out, and somehow my posture straightens up too. When I hit the busy highway, the wind picks up and my skirt flutters. My heart skips a beat when a truck passes in the next lane, but that’s just part of who I am. I’m not “me” as in “I,” but “me” as in “I”—and I’m moving forward in a place where someone’s gaze is upon me. Because I’m wearing a tight skirt, I ride with grace. I don’t have to savagery myself to go fast; my own pace is fine. I feel a little more confident as I get used to being watched. I take a deep breath while waiting at the traffic light. The cool afternoon breeze gently brushes against the hem of my skirt. Today, I’m going to be completely myself.