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Stu is an exhibitionist. He loves taking it all off for an appreciative audience-male, female, gay, straight, mixed group-- for anyone over 18. If you'd like him to pose for you and your friends (virtually or in person), for drawings or for screenshots to watch, ask him--there's NO FEE for readers of this column. He also does readings from his book and, you guessed it, he does that naked and with no fee as well. His book, 'Lights On-Clothes Off: Confessions of an Unabashed Exhibitionist,' fully exposes his exciting exhibitionist life. or just WO OT UTUT IN Rave DARYM Day

- Stu Schwartz  

His book: lightsonclothesoff.com 

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In a few past columns, I shared portions from chapters in my book. Big thanks for the nice comments I received. And for the requests for more excerpts. So I’m chosen a section from Chapter Eight for this month.

My good buds and I were daring and naughty—we liked to challenge ourselves to push the limits. That worked to my advantage. Our private parties often included strip poker and “I Dare You” games. I was a bad boy. I cheated. Oh, what fond memories.

I’m sure that some of what I’m about to describe is part of most kids’ adventures perhaps due to group dynamics, drinking, and sexual experimentation. Party times, when they included my having to undress for the group, were mostly my doing. I protested and pretended to be embarrassed but these were opportunities I created for myself.

Yes, it’s a pattern. I was skilled at rigging some of the games so that I would lose (really that meant winning). During our strip poker times, when we got tired of penny poker and when a couple of drinks took hold, I jumped in and secretly took control—the way I did with Coach Nasty. Thanks to me our play became more exciting, more thrilling, and more arousing for my friends and, more importantly, for me.

In strip poker, when I was dealt a hand with two of a kind I complained. “Damn this hand sucks. I need some good cards.”