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My name is Ava and my appearance can be most deceiving. I am butter wouldn’t melt on the exterior yet something altogether wholly debauched dwells inside. I have a confession to make. It’s about my little private obsession. Yes, I have my very own dirty little secret: I am a voyeur through and through.
I was hooked at a young age. I would spy on the neighbors, ducking under my bedroom windowsill if one of them happened to glance in my direction. I would gleefully creep around, startling people when they realised I had been there all along without them knowing. I learnt to find great places in which I could conceal myself which had an added benefit of always having a multitude of hiding places when I needed to make myself scarce. However, it wasn’t until I was about eleven years old that my favourite pastime took on a darker meaning.
It happened one night, at a sleepover at my friend’s house. After we had worn ourselves out with noisy fits of laughter and raucous chatter, we finally dozed off to sleep late into the night. I awoke in the early hours of the morning, desperate to pee after having guzzled my own body weight in fizzy cola. Creeping along the dark landing I sleepily made my way to the bathroom. I was only vaguely aware in my drowsy state of soft and muffled voices. I didn’t think anything of it and got on with what I had to do before navigating my way back down the landing. Then I stopped in my tracks on clearly hearing a low moan which was accompanied by a succession of whimpers. Listening intently, I felt a twinge of concern, worried that someone must be crying or even be hurt somewhere in the house. A louder groan urged me to follow the sound towards the master bedroom where my friend’s parents were sleeping. I held my breath as I stood outside their door, straining my ears and hoping like mad that I wouldn’t get caught.
Then I heard a soft chuckle…. Then a sigh and a man’s low husky voice talking to somebody else in the room. I noticed that the door wasn’t completely shut and peering through the narrow opening I was shocked at what I saw.
My friend’s parents were in bed but they were definitely not asleep. I couldn’t tell where one body started and another ended as they both writhed and moved all over the mattress. My friend’s mother had her head thrown back, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I gasped softly in the darkness as I saw her naked breasts bouncing up and down. My friend’s father had his back to me but he appeared to be pistoning the lower half of his body back and forth between the woman’s legs in earnest. His actions made her cry out but I realised at that point that she wasn’t hurt or upset. I could not explain what I was watching, I was just a naive young girl. What I did know was that I felt strange; hot all over and shaky too. I felt riveted to the spot, fascinated by the sight of them both and also by the effect their slick entwined bodies had on me.
So my obsession developed from there on out, although I didn’t divulge the fact to a single soul. I went from spying on the neighbours as they went about their daily business, to rummaging through my parent’s wardrobes and drawers when they were out. I discovered her small hoard of sex toys and my Father’s stash of pornographic magazines that were stuffed at the very back of one of their cupboards. I would sneak one back to my bedroom, making sure first that I was alone in the house, before slowly staring at each page in turn. The whole time I was learning, gathering fuel to feed my ever growing fascination.
I would gaze at the numerous photographs of women with their legs splayed wide open, displaying their most intimate and private parts for all to see and I would sit there on my bed, breathlessly drinking in every image. I would devour each picture of pussy (or if I was lucky to find a more hardcore magazine, a cock!) before going on to read all the sexy stories sent in by the readers until I knew them all word for word. That is how I came to learn the proper term for my keen and avid interest. I was a voyeur.
Several years later, a fully grown young woman and a million light years away from being an innocent, I had experienced more than a taste for sex. University opened up all kinds of doors socially and I found it easy to casually discard my virginity, finally getting to experience a real cock first hand. I soon developed a huge appetite for it too and wasted no time in racking up a collection of conquests. I have always been inquisitive and adventurous and I seized every chance I could to build on my sexual experiences.
Then I met Carter one night at a party and we fast became involved as boyfriend and girlfriend. He was my first love if you like, I was infatuated with him and yes, of course, I lusted after him like something gone crazy. We would snatch every available opportunity to get hot and sweaty together. Any excuse we would get and we would be fucking like rabbits with hardly any concern as to where we happened to be at the time or who may have caught us in the act. I personally got such a rush from that risk of being discovered; it was both dangerous and thrilling. Carter and I would sneak off to the woods in the University grounds or get right down to it on the backseat of his mate’s car, even in the cinema! Back then we couldn’t have kept our hands off one another if we had tried.
It was after a night out clubbing with friends that we got invited back to a house party. I remember it well, after all it was the night that confirmed my secret fetish once and for all. The house was heaving with people, everyone was in high spirits and far from ready to call it a night. The group of friends we were with were all high or drunk, most likely both, ourselves included. I happened to be dancing in the lounge amongst a tight throng of people when Carter found me.He openly gazed at me whilst I danced provocatively. I thrived on the attention my man was showing me and moved my body seductively to draw him to me. He whispered in my ear that he wanted me right then and there, to which I responded by grinding myself up against him. The raw desire was mutual between us and highly intoxicating. Taking my hand, Carter led me into the busy hallway where it was a little less crowded. We kissed each other furiously then, our hands roaming all over one another. I suggested that we venture upstairs to which he smiled and pulled me up the stairs to the second floor. Choosing a door, we sneaked inside a dark bedroom where we resumed our frenzied tryst, falling onto the bed, already half undressed and panting for more. So utterly engrossed in each other, we didn’t notice when another amorous couple came creeping into the room, obviously with the same idea in mind as Carter and I.
It was a little reminiscent of that night years before when I had stood on my friend’s dark landing. It was the soft sound of a girl’s laugh that alerted us to the fact we had company. Smiling at Carter in the darkness, I continued to suck him off only more noisily than before, making him groan out loud with pleasure. And so began an exchange between us and the other couple; a volley of moans and groans as we competed with one another, growing more vocal with each wet sound and lustful dirty talk. Both Carter and I were immensely turn on by this point and really going hell for leather. But best of all, the other couple actually took a breather to watch our sexy performance. Knowing that we had a captive audience trebled our desire and we fucked harder for everybody’s mutual enjoyment. Then it was our turn to watch them as they writhed and twisted wildly before us in the shadows. Whilst we didn’t get involved physically with either of them, the whole experience was completely wild and uninhibited within the intimacy of the four bedroom walls. It’s still one of my favourite raunchy memories from back then; an experience that paved the way in my quest of self discovery not to mention my passion for voyeurism.
Perhaps I will divulge a few more juicy stories to you sometime, but for now you will have to excuse me. I have a date with my binoculars and a ridiculously hot guy who lives just across the street with whom I have a very discreet and intimate arrangement!….
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