Peep Show

I know you’re there. Every night I hear the floorboard creak as you step up to my door. You like to press your ear to the wood and listen for a moan or a sigh. I wonder, do you fear that you might be caught, or do you secretly long for it? What if one of our other neighbours found you there? What if I opened my door?

Tonight is different. Tonight I am entertaining. Tonight I have forgotten to latch the door. As you press yourself against it, it falls open, just a sliver of light from my room leaking onto the landing. Does your heart miss a beat? I hear the door click, and so does he.

“What was that?”

“This is an old house,” I say, “there are a lot of ghosts.” I laugh. “It settles noisily sometimes.” I smile for you, and lower my mouth to lick the underside of his cock, base to tip, making him gasp.

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4 thoughts on “Peep Show

    • Which character do you identify with most? There’s clearly an “understanding” between the main two, but the third character (the man tied to the chair) has no idea that he’s part of the game. Just an unwitting pawn, so to speak!

      It’s a little bit darker than my usual ones, but I like to mix things up a bit!

      • I suppose I identify with the character that know she is being watched. I am a bit of an exhibitionist myself. I’ve done some watching in my time and I suppose there have been times where one of the participants did not know. I suspect I have been watched without my knowing since I’ve had sex in public places before, but it is just an assumption.

        I like the dark vibe of this piece. It is very edgy and cool.

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