Dirty Pervert Voyeur: I See You

Oh, I know you’ve been watching me. 

Do you think I wasn’t aware that you were standing there, stroking your dick and looking at me? Do you really think I didn’t know? Well, let me tell you – it’s all been deliberate. You may be a dirty pervert voyeur, but I’m an exhibitionist in the truest sense of the word. I love flaunting my body and letting you see what you can’t have. And you DO realise you will never have me, don’t you?

I have more orgasms knowing you’re watching me than you could EVER give me with that cock of yours. It may be tiny and pathetic, and it may even be big with plenty of girth. But it won’t ever pass my lips or slide into my beautifully tight English cunt. It’s pretty simple. I like being watched. And you like watching.

You’ve probably been sneaky your whole life. Any chance you get to peep through a keyhole or spy through a crack in the door, and you take it. You’ve probably been doing it as long as you can remember. So much so, you don’t even realise you’re doing it. I imagine you stare, open-mouthed when you see a great pair of boobs… talking to the boobs rather than the face. Pervert. But that’s ok. I quite like perverts. 

I love to tease a dirty pervert voyeur like you. 

Seeing the pain etched across your face when I deny you. You know you’ll never have me. Do you think I’d even look at you? You repulse me, yet you make me wet. When I lie in bed at night, I find myself thinking about you – I can’t help myself. I rub my clit thinking about you. You make my legs shake, my toes curl, and my pussy squirt. Does that surprise you?

I don’t leave the light on for nothing. There’s always a purpose. There’s always a reason behind every single thing I do. It’s very controlled and always deliberate. Why do you think I have my windows cleaned so often? I love having the window cleaners come over. I invite them in, but then, they’re hot, and you’re not. You’re just a dirty pervert voyeur. And while you’re over there in your house, stroking your cock, wondering what’s happening in my bedroom, or watching porn, I’m getting laid. I wonder if you ever get your hands on a real woman.

And despite the fact that I think about you when I’m alone, when I’m with a real man, I don’t give you a second thought. Not once, as I roll around on my bed having kinky sex and orgasm after orgasm, do I think about you. I only do that when I stand up to go to the bathroom, and you watch me walk naked past the window. Or when I deliberately suck his dick in full view, right there – on my knees – lights on, blinds open. Jacking off as you watch me, like the dirty pervert voyeur that you are. 

Secret and not-so-secret dirty pervert voyeur. 

It’s not just about secretly being watched. I like it when it’s obvious, too. Blatant and in my face. I love to walk down the street knowing that one button too many on my blouse is undone, pretending I didn’t realise that my nipples are on display. Or the top of my stocking is showing through that slit in my skirt. I cross and uncross my legs and watch as perverts like you check to see if I’m doing a “Sharon Stone”. 

Enjoying the cat calls and wolf whistles as I sashay down the street in my heels and tight skirt. I love to turn men on. I love it all!  Deliberately bending over, pushing my bottom out, and watching men’s reactions. And I don’t care how old you are or what you look like. In fact, I love making a dirty old man’s day. Winking at him and giving him a little peek. Seeing that old cock of his harden under his pants. I’d even sit on a park bench and jack him off just for the hell of it. After all, his wife probably hasn’t done it in years.

I know you can’t resist me. I know you’re there jacking off right now, aren’t you, you dirty pervert voyeur. Last night you watched me with my lesbian lover as we had hot Indian tantric sex. And you’re in for a good show tonight. My BBC boyfriend is staying over. And he’s bringing some friends…

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