“Peep and Play: My Voyeur Neighbor’s Favorite Show”

He watched me. I let him. Until watching wasn’t enough.

I always liked leaving the curtain just a little open. Just enough to see out—and just enough for him to see in.

At first, I pretended not to notice. My fingers slid into my panties every night like a ritual. I played with myself by the window, eyes half-lidded, back arched, moaning just loud enough for anyone listening.

And he was listening. I caught him one night—his blinds cracked, cock in his hand, eyes fixed on me. Most women might have closed the curtains. I pulled mine wider.

Every night after that, we played our little game. Him in the window, stroking slow. Me in mine, legs wide open,

Teasing with toys, licking fingers soaked in my own heat.

Until the game changed.

One night, he called. I don’t know how he got my number, but I didn’t care. His voice was deep, nervous, desperate. “I need to hear you,” he said. “I can’t just watch anymore.”

“Then stroke for me,” I whispered. “Slow… just like I taught you.”

I came with him on the line, his breath shaking, my name a moan in the dark. Now? He watches *and* listens. And I never close my curtains anymore.

If you’ve ever wanted to be watched… or to watch me while we come together—call and confess your voyeur fantasy.