I’ve always liked to watch.

When I first stepped out into the kink scene, I loomed on the edge of a bar taking in the sights: the people, the outfits, the pairings, the play.  Especially the play.

And now, some eight years later, I still take pleasure in watching.

Once, when I arrived at an event late, about two o’clock in the morning, I didn’t want to just dump my things and go to bed.  I threw on a dark hoodie and crept towards the play space.

Since it was late, most of the rooms were empty.  But one wasn’t.  An older woman and a younger man fucked hard on a bed.  From my vanatge point, I could only see his back and her chest and face.  I heard her moans.  Saw his tight ass as he fucked her.  I still bite my lip now as I think about it.

Once, my freshman year in college, before I realized I was kinky, it was a Friday night.  I was not the social butterfly then, and found myself in my dorm room alone.  As I lazed on my bed watching tv, I began hearing moans through the wall.  There was fucking happening just on the other side of the concrete.

Hearing a hot girl we had nicknamed Navy fuck her latest dick of the week was enough to get me incredibly horny.  I masturbated listening to her screams.

As a kinkster, I have many more opportunities now to watch people play and fuck.  I’ve found I enjoy being a voyuer whether people know I’m watching or not.  But, I must admit, I do love it more when they don’t know.  It’s naughty; good girls don’t snoop.  But sometimes I love not being a good girl.

Occasionally I enjoy mundane voyueristic activites.  People watching at a mall or in the park.  Seeing the handsome guy in the car to my left stretch his arms and resettle while we wait for the light to change.

But nothing is so thrilling as lurking on the edge of a dungeon waiting for scenes to unfold.

When watching, my thrill comes not only from seeing the hotness in front of me, but also imagining myself in one of the roles.  I picture myself as the person being beat or the person being fucked.  I take pleasure in the pain the person feels, reveling in their cries, their tears.  My cunt warms when they gasp or scream during sex.  Sounds, fuck I love sounds.

More than once I’ve watched a person play, hopefully without their knowing, and then approached them later on for fun myself.  You can learn a lot about a person from how they play: the way they interact with their scene partner, what toys they use, or if they use any toys at all.

One might argue that a night without play was not as good as it could have been.  I would say take a look around you.  See what people are up to.  I have had enjoyable experiences, titillating thrills, excruciating highs just from watching a scene unfold.  And, if nothing else, some twisted fucked up ideas have been inspired from others play.

Happy watching.

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