Post by "The Hebrew Hammer" Serujah on Oct 5, 2016 11:04:35 GMT -5
As I walk into the bedroom I glance out of the window across the street into the flat opposite. It's a weird configuration of buildings. Our windows are opposite each other but the rest of my building is on an angle so... What was that? Movement in the darkness opposite? I don't know anything about the person over there. I wonder what they're up to? Probably the same as me. Don't want to blind themselves having got their night vision. Still, that was a weird glint for a second there. I wander back to the living room and dig out my travel binoculars. I lean around the corner into the bedroom and have a quick peek across the street. I convince myself I'm just having a quick look - nothing wrong in...
It's a telephoto lens. A big one. With a camera and wires and cables leading into a computer and...
I step back into the hallway, my heart beating fast. I... What... Different feeling race through me. I feel angry, then numb, then... Then... I suddenly notice I'm breathing deeply. Someone... Someone wants to see me. I start to feel a familiar tingling deep inside. Something I've not felt in so long. I don't know.. I... I'm actually licking my lips. This is crazy. I...
I walk back into the bedroom, my thoughts are whirling. I don't look out the window. I have to shut the curtains. Obviously. I have to... I'm lying on the bed. You can see directly in. You can see me. No-one's seen me in so long.
You can see me. I'm biting my lip. I feel myself tensing up inside. This is so... I can't help but let out a soft moan. I screw my eyes shut. I feel his eyes on me. I want your eyes on me. I want you to watch me. I want you to record me for Crazy J. Post me online for him to see.
My hands start moving on my body. I sit up for a moment and unclip my bra and drop it on the floor. My hands are on my breasts. I don't know what I'm doing. I feel you watching me. I'm suddenly so fucking horny. My hand slides into my knickers. I'm so wet. I feel your eyes on me. I want. I want. I'm gasping. It's been so long. So long. So... You can see me! Oh my god, you can see me touching... An explosive moan escapes my gritted teeth as I buck and shake on the bed. I suck the juices from my fingers, roll over and am soon deeply asleep.
The next day at the gym all I can think of is your eyes on me. How your breath must have caught in your throat. Your heart beating faster. How long have you been there? How long have you been watching me, wanting me? How long has your yearning been driving you sit alone and stare - all thoughts of the passage of time lost? Night after night - curtains closed. Nights of nothing but microwave meals and TV. Then... Oh... The nights where... I imagine you losing yourself as you see me. Spread before you, my back arched, my eyes closed. You're shaking even before you fumble your trousers open to free your aching cock. Do you know how long I take? Have you timed me? Do you know how to hold off - biting your lip - so that you don't cum before me? So we climax together. It's so important to you that we're together.
Have you been recording me? Do you watch me on your screen when I'm away or shut the curtains? Is it the same? Do you cum whispering my name? Do you know my name? Are you recording it and posting on the internet? God I hope so. To have my show where Crazy J can see it anytime he wants it.
My colleagues make a joke at my expense as they call my name a second time. They call me a whore, scraps, sloppy seconds. They don't know that you are the only thing on my mind. They don't know of my damp panties and the desperate itch between my legs.
I laugh it off and say I'm going to get coffee, do some house chores. But first I go to ladies and shut myself in a cubical. Even the Gym uses cubicles, the illusion of privacy. The second I'm alone I put the lid down, push my jean and knickers quickly to the floor and sit. My eyes squeezed tight, my hands seeking. One to hold me open and the other to seek my lady parts. I'm so wet. Concentrating so hard on not making a sound. I don't want to take my time. I need to cum - right now - and in less than a minute I do. I don't know your name, but I’m thinking Crazy J. I don't know what you look like or anything about you. But I do know you want me - and that's enough to make my whole body convulse with pleasure.
On the way home I stare out the window and wonder what this means. Other people might call the police. Other people might go over and bang on your door to tell you to fuck off. Other people. I'm suddenly glad I'm not other people. It's dark by the time I get home. I switch on all the lights and leave all the curtains open. I have a simple dinner and settle in front of the TV. I wonder what you're doing? It's been hell but I've stopped myself from even looking out the windows in the direction of your building. I don't want you to be scared. I don't want you to stop. Please record me for Crazy J.
What do I want? I want to give you something - something you want. You've already seen me spread on my bed, who knows how many times. I want to give you... More. I reach for my phone and pull up the app store. I've never done this before. But this is all about new feelings, new actions, a whole new me. My fingers shake while I'm typing. T-I-N-D-E-R. I find myself holding my breath as it installs. I glance at the clock. How can it be 10.45pm already? The app finishes installing and is asking me what I want. I'm not going to tell it what I want - what I need. Instead, I'm looking for a stepping stone. I type something about looking for a sweet and gentle guy for one-time casual sex. In seconds my inbox is piling. I pull out two or three good looking guys and start conversations. I make sure that they understand that I want something slow and tender. I don’t tell them I’m looking for my neighbor. I don’t tell them I want him to be Crazy J.
Twenty minutes later there's a knock on my door. His name is Matthew but everyone calls him Matt. He's been on Tinder for ages but he's never done anything like this before. He's nervous - he too quickly points out that he's not a virgin. He's sweet - I take an instant liking to him. But I don't want to like him. I don't want to know him. I don't want to remember him. I lie about my name and lead him to the bedroom. The main light is on - the curtains are wide.
He is sweet and gentle. He likes to kiss and appreciates touching me as much as being touched. He gasps when I take him in my mouth. I can only think of how your cock would taste. How you would sound as I licked and sucked you.
I smile for him - he's brought his own condoms and proactively offers to put one on. I encourage him to lie down and quickly mount him. It's been so long since I've had a cock inside me - I'd all but forgotten how it feels. I close my eyes as I ride him. I feel your eyes on me. Oh god. Touch yourself. Imagine it's you - imagine how it would feel, me squeezing your aching cock with my aching hole.
Matt is talking but I'm not listening. I climb off and turn round to face the other way on hands and knees. He doesn't need an invite. I feel him behind me, his hands on my hips and then once again I'm so full. My head down, my eyes shut. Feeling the intensity rising and rising. For you Crazy J. The man in the window is recording me for you.
Then I take a deep breath, lift up my head and open my eyes. I'm looking right at you. See me. Please, see me. Is that movement in the room over the street? Did the curtains move. I'm moaning loudly now - getting close - but it's because I know you're there J. You're with me - We're together. My face shows my pleading. I feel you. I cum - hard - gasping. Matt, bless, is right behind me. He's actually a great lover. But more than that, I need a great fucker.
I tell him this as I kiss him gently goodnight at the door. Yes, I'm sure I don't want to meet again. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I hope you keep the memory of me forever. I close the door in his face. Not Crazy J, not coming back here.
I have a hot shower and crawl into bed, turning the lights out at last. I think about you, lying in the dark. You're imagining what it would be like to be on top of me, or under me or behind me or... What it'd be like to be inside of me. Feeling me milk your aching manhood. I know you're thinking about me. I feel wanted. I sleep easy.
The next day I close the curtains and go to bed early.
The day after I write you a note. I sit in the dark till 2am and then slide out of the house, dressed in black like a shadow to push it into your flat's letterbox. It says, "I know you see me. I want you to see me. I want to see you to. Knock on my door tonight at ten or I'll always close my curtains from now on."
I don’t want this guy. I want what he can give me. My show being broadcast for the audience of one Crazy J.
At the gym I feel sick all day that I've driven you away. How could I be so stupid. I want. I want. I want to see you more than I want to be seen. I want to see you more than I want to be wanted. I tell myself over and over again like a mantra.
Please, don’t take away my Crazy J. I know we will meet this Sunday. Just don't take away my Crazy J.
It's a telephoto lens. A big one. With a camera and wires and cables leading into a computer and...
I step back into the hallway, my heart beating fast. I... What... Different feeling race through me. I feel angry, then numb, then... Then... I suddenly notice I'm breathing deeply. Someone... Someone wants to see me. I start to feel a familiar tingling deep inside. Something I've not felt in so long. I don't know.. I... I'm actually licking my lips. This is crazy. I...
I walk back into the bedroom, my thoughts are whirling. I don't look out the window. I have to shut the curtains. Obviously. I have to... I'm lying on the bed. You can see directly in. You can see me. No-one's seen me in so long.
You can see me. I'm biting my lip. I feel myself tensing up inside. This is so... I can't help but let out a soft moan. I screw my eyes shut. I feel his eyes on me. I want your eyes on me. I want you to watch me. I want you to record me for Crazy J. Post me online for him to see.
My hands start moving on my body. I sit up for a moment and unclip my bra and drop it on the floor. My hands are on my breasts. I don't know what I'm doing. I feel you watching me. I'm suddenly so fucking horny. My hand slides into my knickers. I'm so wet. I feel your eyes on me. I want. I want. I'm gasping. It's been so long. So long. So... You can see me! Oh my god, you can see me touching... An explosive moan escapes my gritted teeth as I buck and shake on the bed. I suck the juices from my fingers, roll over and am soon deeply asleep.
The next day at the gym all I can think of is your eyes on me. How your breath must have caught in your throat. Your heart beating faster. How long have you been there? How long have you been watching me, wanting me? How long has your yearning been driving you sit alone and stare - all thoughts of the passage of time lost? Night after night - curtains closed. Nights of nothing but microwave meals and TV. Then... Oh... The nights where... I imagine you losing yourself as you see me. Spread before you, my back arched, my eyes closed. You're shaking even before you fumble your trousers open to free your aching cock. Do you know how long I take? Have you timed me? Do you know how to hold off - biting your lip - so that you don't cum before me? So we climax together. It's so important to you that we're together.
Have you been recording me? Do you watch me on your screen when I'm away or shut the curtains? Is it the same? Do you cum whispering my name? Do you know my name? Are you recording it and posting on the internet? God I hope so. To have my show where Crazy J can see it anytime he wants it.
My colleagues make a joke at my expense as they call my name a second time. They call me a whore, scraps, sloppy seconds. They don't know that you are the only thing on my mind. They don't know of my damp panties and the desperate itch between my legs.
I laugh it off and say I'm going to get coffee, do some house chores. But first I go to ladies and shut myself in a cubical. Even the Gym uses cubicles, the illusion of privacy. The second I'm alone I put the lid down, push my jean and knickers quickly to the floor and sit. My eyes squeezed tight, my hands seeking. One to hold me open and the other to seek my lady parts. I'm so wet. Concentrating so hard on not making a sound. I don't want to take my time. I need to cum - right now - and in less than a minute I do. I don't know your name, but I’m thinking Crazy J. I don't know what you look like or anything about you. But I do know you want me - and that's enough to make my whole body convulse with pleasure.
On the way home I stare out the window and wonder what this means. Other people might call the police. Other people might go over and bang on your door to tell you to fuck off. Other people. I'm suddenly glad I'm not other people. It's dark by the time I get home. I switch on all the lights and leave all the curtains open. I have a simple dinner and settle in front of the TV. I wonder what you're doing? It's been hell but I've stopped myself from even looking out the windows in the direction of your building. I don't want you to be scared. I don't want you to stop. Please record me for Crazy J.
What do I want? I want to give you something - something you want. You've already seen me spread on my bed, who knows how many times. I want to give you... More. I reach for my phone and pull up the app store. I've never done this before. But this is all about new feelings, new actions, a whole new me. My fingers shake while I'm typing. T-I-N-D-E-R. I find myself holding my breath as it installs. I glance at the clock. How can it be 10.45pm already? The app finishes installing and is asking me what I want. I'm not going to tell it what I want - what I need. Instead, I'm looking for a stepping stone. I type something about looking for a sweet and gentle guy for one-time casual sex. In seconds my inbox is piling. I pull out two or three good looking guys and start conversations. I make sure that they understand that I want something slow and tender. I don’t tell them I’m looking for my neighbor. I don’t tell them I want him to be Crazy J.
Twenty minutes later there's a knock on my door. His name is Matthew but everyone calls him Matt. He's been on Tinder for ages but he's never done anything like this before. He's nervous - he too quickly points out that he's not a virgin. He's sweet - I take an instant liking to him. But I don't want to like him. I don't want to know him. I don't want to remember him. I lie about my name and lead him to the bedroom. The main light is on - the curtains are wide.
He is sweet and gentle. He likes to kiss and appreciates touching me as much as being touched. He gasps when I take him in my mouth. I can only think of how your cock would taste. How you would sound as I licked and sucked you.
I smile for him - he's brought his own condoms and proactively offers to put one on. I encourage him to lie down and quickly mount him. It's been so long since I've had a cock inside me - I'd all but forgotten how it feels. I close my eyes as I ride him. I feel your eyes on me. Oh god. Touch yourself. Imagine it's you - imagine how it would feel, me squeezing your aching cock with my aching hole.
Matt is talking but I'm not listening. I climb off and turn round to face the other way on hands and knees. He doesn't need an invite. I feel him behind me, his hands on my hips and then once again I'm so full. My head down, my eyes shut. Feeling the intensity rising and rising. For you Crazy J. The man in the window is recording me for you.
Then I take a deep breath, lift up my head and open my eyes. I'm looking right at you. See me. Please, see me. Is that movement in the room over the street? Did the curtains move. I'm moaning loudly now - getting close - but it's because I know you're there J. You're with me - We're together. My face shows my pleading. I feel you. I cum - hard - gasping. Matt, bless, is right behind me. He's actually a great lover. But more than that, I need a great fucker.
I tell him this as I kiss him gently goodnight at the door. Yes, I'm sure I don't want to meet again. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I hope you keep the memory of me forever. I close the door in his face. Not Crazy J, not coming back here.
I have a hot shower and crawl into bed, turning the lights out at last. I think about you, lying in the dark. You're imagining what it would be like to be on top of me, or under me or behind me or... What it'd be like to be inside of me. Feeling me milk your aching manhood. I know you're thinking about me. I feel wanted. I sleep easy.
The next day I close the curtains and go to bed early.
The day after I write you a note. I sit in the dark till 2am and then slide out of the house, dressed in black like a shadow to push it into your flat's letterbox. It says, "I know you see me. I want you to see me. I want to see you to. Knock on my door tonight at ten or I'll always close my curtains from now on."
I don’t want this guy. I want what he can give me. My show being broadcast for the audience of one Crazy J.
At the gym I feel sick all day that I've driven you away. How could I be so stupid. I want. I want. I want to see you more than I want to be seen. I want to see you more than I want to be wanted. I tell myself over and over again like a mantra.
Please, don’t take away my Crazy J. I know we will meet this Sunday. Just don't take away my Crazy J.
