The sound of a chair scraping over the plaster alerts me I’m no longer alone. I turn my head, the binoculars still held to my eyes, to find a man, across the way, in an adjoining building, watching — us? — through the window.
Tag: exhibitionism
Peeping Tom
My luck, that’s when she’ll notice I’m getting the world’s greatest peep show. The cherry on the icing is that she’s paying me to be here.
The Librarian – Dinner and a Show
I’m holding him in place with one foot and rubbing the other in long, rough strokes up the front of his cock. Each pass over the bulbous tip, I separate my toes to brush against his frenulum.
