Dangerous
It was just a few months before my sixteenth birthday. Those days I did not understand how much I have been addicted to exhibitionism. Every time I got into performing an act of naked exhibitionism in public places I was terrified with the idea of getting caught. Again after a few weeks, I would start thinking about my next naked venture in public. It was like some unseen-force controlled me from within. Once a thought got in my mind, I was compelled to find a way to act it out. It consumed me altogether. I would be completely engrossed in its detailed planning. Seemingly the terrible risk of likely getting caught naked out in public areas gave me the rush I needed. I would be scared to death while facing a dangerous situation at the …