Voyeurism

A stolen glance. Shifted perspective. And loss.

Shame, shame, shame

In which I, maybe?, get caught stealing an unwelcome glance.

Charlotte asked me to imagine watching her and Sarah. Soon, I won’t have to. But for now….

And now? Hope does come for me.

I love working out with hot women. And I long to keep the evidence I have done so. But I won’t.

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