Voyeur

The salesgirl assured me no one could see me. When the box fell, I was exposed to three strangers who had no intention of leaving.

When the moans started on the other side of the wall, she was asleep beside me. What I saw in the mirror that night, I still don't know how to tell anyone.

She was just a name on a long list. When she turned on her camera, everything I believed about desire changed forever.

I left the curtain open on purpose. She knew it and never stopped watching. That was how it all began: watching each other from afar until distance no longer mattered.

No one answered when I knocked. I went in, walked down the hall, and when I reached the garage I froze at what I saw.

I’d gone in to buy a toy. I didn’t expect to end up on the floor of the shop, completely naked, with strangers watching me from behind a fallen box.

The flyer promised an orgy, couples, strippers. What happened at that motel was something else: he stripped me in front of thirty strangers.

A hidden cove, a lookout over the sea, and a bet: he had one minute to make her come before they got caught.

Twelve people who had never met, a pool house in the country, and two nights with no clothes. I set it all up. No one left disappointed.

We had been lovers for three years when he made that proposal. He wanted to watch me with another man—and knowing he was watching changed everything I felt that night.

If they had told us that morning we would end up in a room with a mirror on the ceiling, neither of us would have believed it.

He took forever changing. She waited outside. And a group of tourists passed through at exactly the wrong moment.

I watched her from my window while she hung the laundry on the terrace. Those huge tits, that knowing smile. She knew I was looking and never said a word... until that Tuesday.

After twenty years in a starched uniform, I had never trembled in a hallway. That night, holding the ice bucket, I knew I was going to break.