Masturbating Alone…

I wonder if her neighbours can see her masturbating. I know, she shouldn’t have to wonder about that, she should be sure. I’m pretty sure it’s actually illegal for her to masturbate where people can see her, but the neighbours I’m concerned about are all the way across the street, and she’s under the blankets when she does it. It’s really only a slight repetitive movement of the blanket; it’s not like she’s standing in the window with her leg cocked up, wondering if people can see her. I just feel like she should be more certain that the answer is definitely no. The other thing is, they are probably not even looking. I’ve looked at their building, but she doesn’t really look into people’s windows, and she thinks you’d have to be actually watching to notice that slight repetitive movement of the blanket, four stories up, with traffic and other minor distractions bustling in the busy street below. The folks across the street mostly keep their curtains open too, the light is nice, but she would probably need binoculars to see what they were doing in there. She don’t plan on getting any. Her apartment has built-in blinds but her furniture only fits good one way, which kinda makes the cord to the blinds inconvenient. So she used some fabric that she had lying around, which she bought for another sewing project that didn’t pan out, and she made a sort of half-blind out of white eyelet laced cotton with long, sloping embroidered vines and big flowers so it lets in plenty of the light while blocking the view of the building across the street. It’s just that sometimes she doesn’t always want to get up first to sling it across – especially not for only a slight repetitive movement of the blanket.

She is a dirty girl. She said the funniest thing once. She looked in the mirror and, in a low and husky voice that was somehow incredibly sexy on a woman she said, “I’m ready to spread my knees and do some clam digging!” and then she flopped onto the bed and giggled furiously before erupting into gales of laughter. It’s a good thing too or else she might have heard my muffled giggles. That dirty girl almost ruined this whole game before I was ready to stop playing… and watching. But I regained my silent composure behind the wall, looking through my little glory hole as her laughter slowly subsided into that slight and repetitive movement of the blanket. That day, the half blind was drawn and she was certain she was masturbating alone. Except she was wrong.

When I’m ready, I’m going to talk to her. I’m going to tell her my name, and that I don’t mind that she picks her nose, eats it, and farts, and that I’ve been watching her do all of that this whole time and that it’s only turned me on even more, kinda fuelled by the fact that I’m really into watching people who can’t see me, but really it’s mostly her, and that we’re going to go live on my creepy ranch in Buttfuck, Nowhere, and she’ll be mine forever, just like nature intended. I mean, what girl in her right mind wouldn’t be totally turned on by that? By a man so devoted? Okay, the last three, but this one is going to work out. This one really wants me. I can feel it. She needs my love, and if she can’t see that right away, then I’ll just use the chloroform until she gets it. She will learn. This one is definitely not like all the others.

I wait for my chance. It’s time to come out of the closet. I wait. For that slight repetitive movement of the blanket. The half blind is drawn and the blanket begins to jump, ever so slightly, building a rhythm, and it’s time. I slide the false wall, and the loud rumbling stops her in her tracks.

“Who said you could come out from behind that wall?” Her voice is shrill and sharp, cutting down the rumbling of the sliding wall like chaff. Her voice, a cross and old-fashioned schoolteacher, throws me off and the way her eyes are cutting into mine throws me off and the way she isn’t at all surprised to see me throws me off most of all. I look down at the floor to get away from her razor blade eyes, and notice that my cock is rock hard. “Get back behind the wall and watch me until I’m finished and I tell you to come out. Is that understood?”

“Yes ma’am,” I reply, as I feel hot jizz explode against my belly. It’s odd, because I have erectile dysfunction, or at least, I did. I slump back onto my little stool and pull the wall across, dazed, and wondering how she managed to turn this around so quickly. My glory hole reveals only a slight repetitive movement of the blanket, and my cock begins to swell and rise, almost majestically, once again, as I obey her and watch. I knew this one was different. What has she done to me?

Within weeks, I have sold my creepy ranch, and she now owns me as her eager and willing chattel, along with all of the proceeds of said ranch, and other various holdings formerly belonging to me. I spend a lot of my time behind the wall, but she lets me out to assist her with various tasks around her apartment. I’d kiss her feet all day long if she let me, and on some glorious days, she does. She’s the only woman to ever have effected me so deeply. Almost as deeply as my own mother. She even bought me a gimp suit for Christmas.

She is a wild one. She says the funniest thing. When she wants me to pay extra attention, she looks right into the hole and in this really low and sexy growl she says, “It rubs the lotion on it’s skin.” It’s absolutely magnificent the way she says it. As soon as she says it, I immediately grab the bottle of lotion beside me and start to slide because I know things are about to get interesting. And to think, all of this started with only a slight repetitive movement of a blanket, four stories up, amidst bustling traffic and other minor distractions, as I watched from the busy street below.

The End

This started as a random thought that I wrote down and then I played with the voice and pacing a little bit. I think it’s a bit more fun and dark this way, and leads the reader on an interesting and macabre journey into a strange and twisted sort of love… the best kind, really. I like it! I also find it a bit funny. I hope you do too. I was going to leave it hanging because it was going in a direction that I didn’t really think I wanted to go in, but then I sort of took control and gave all of the characters, even the creep, a surprise happy ending. I hate when something as beautiful as sex is made into something hurtful and ugly. The world doesn’t need anymore of that so I kept it out of my story. I find this empowering, but I definitely don’t speak for all women, only me. I definitely do not advocate non-consensual behaviour and/or crime in real life.

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