I’ve done it, I’m sure you have too. Walked past a bedroom where someone was sleeping only to stop and watch. What are we watching for? Could it be that forbidden view of a nipple falling from place, a glance at the private area between her legs. Are we hoping to see a little butt crack, seriously what are we hoping for. Is there an anticipated hope that she will awake and instead of being frightened and shocked be excited enough to give us a little show? I often wonder, even as I’m standing there, what is it that I’m hoping to see.

I do know that with each little toss and turn, my eyes move along the new edges of her body, prying for something, but I’m never sure exactly what. My eyes cover her from head to foot, searching with the belief that I’ll know it when I see it. I’m transfixed and hope to not get caught but I know the first sound, the first fluttering of her eye’s, I’ll scurry like a bug caught in the light. But still I stand, and I watch. I am a voyeur and this is one of my perversions.

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