Voyeurism

Google Hangouts, Starbucks, and the impossible question of where she should point the camera.

Sometimes I don’t want to touch. I just want to sit across from you, hard, and tell you what to do.

Today, I want to watch you. Stand before me. Show me everything, slowly.

The thrill of seeing what’s hidden, and why a willing peek beats a stolen glance every time.

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

And now? Hope does come for me.

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

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

A stolen glance. Shifted perspective. And loss.