Adore - It Was Her Idea to Go Out to the Balcony

Her Sister Was Away

It was her idea. That matters — in the record of things Adore did or didn’t initiate, this one belongs to her. Her sister was away, the apartment was hers for the night, and somewhere between boredom and something harder to name she decided she wanted people outside to see her naked.

She went out to the balcony. It was winter. Her nipples are always hard, she says, but in winter they’re harder still. She had a habit of wearing sheer black tops for exactly this reason — so that men could see them through the fabric without her having to do anything more overt than exist in the room.

The Man with the Camera

Someone in the building opposite noticed. He started filming. When she realised he was filming her, she didn’t go back inside — she found a torch and used it to show herself off better. That’s the detail that stays with you: not the exhibitionism itself, which is unremarkable by her standards, but the practical adjustment. The optimisation. She saw an audience and made herself easier to see.

She and her sister share a preference for male gynaecologists. The reasoning, as she explained it, is that men are more careful when they finger you — more deliberate, more attentive to what they’re doing — whereas women just get on with it. Whether or not this is medically accurate is beside the point. It’s what she believes, and it governs where she books her appointments.

The Appointment

She arrived wearing stockings, as requested. The arrangement had been presented to her as a contribution to a Ukrainian medical journal: the doctor needed to verify that she could achieve orgasm. The price was right — specifically, free — and she’d agreed without spending too long interrogating the premise.

There were about ten students in the room. Two were women; the rest were men. The doctor asked her to undress completely and sit in the examination chair — that specific chair, with its stirrups — and then he tied her legs into position and told her not to move.

He poured a full bottle of oil over her and began. He didn’t wear gloves. He worked his fingers inside her and then, when she was already well past ready, his entire fist. He kept at it until she squirted across the floor, at which point he invited the students to continue. They grabbed her tits and worked her nipples. Most of them fingered her; a significant number fisted her. She let two of the men fuck her while she sucked off a third and had her hands full with two more.

“This wasn’t for a medical journal,” she noted afterwards, as if the destination of the footage had been the only ambiguous part. “It was for a pornsite lol.”

At the Beach

She has never, to anyone’s knowledge, gone topless at the beach. She will take off her panties and lie openly on the sand while someone rubs suntan lotion on her and plays with her pussy until she comes — that’s routine and unremarkable. But the bikini top stays on.

Try to remove it and she covers her nipples with her hands. Not her pussy. Her nipples. The logic of it is hers to keep.