Voyeuristic Tendency

[mf1438]

I developed a voyeuristic tendency. In this case I can easily explain the turn on. It dates way back to a time when I was a child and I could overhear my parents doing their thing in our house with paper thin walls. Their bedroom was not far from mine and they often had sex with their door open. And being a young boy with an active imagination, I could only imagine what they were doing. It was not all good. Sometimes my father came home drunk and raped my mother, but even when you could hear her resisting him the most, eventually when he played with her enough and penetrated her deeply, you could hear her tone of voice shift from futile resistance to ecstasy.

I was just about to write a story about it. I’m sitting in a chair in a darkened corner of the room listening to you masturbating and getting your groove on. You don’t know I’m there, if you do you don’t say anything about it. You occasionally let me see you in a bra and that picture of you burns in my memory. And as I hear you work yourself into a crescendo of euphoria, I masturbate vigorously and try my best to cum at the same time. I don’t think I could do this in real life, but I could see myself with my ear against the wall of a shabby motel, listening to someone doing it in the next room while I quietly worked myself up into a drunken stupor.

 

[Iceprincess12]

Is she in her house? Why are you in the room if she is? That part is a bit creepy. A darkened corner? Where did you get the chair? Do you sneak in her house every day? You said she occasionally lets you see her, so she must know you are there.

This would probably be a good post in the story idea thread.