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Voyeurism in me: Love knowing I am being watched

I used to live in a tiny basement flat in New York. There were very large windows onto the stairwell which allowed lights to stream into the living room. I had thin black venetian blinds on the windows though for privacy in the evenings or so I thought. My neighbor told me anyone could see clearly from the street into the room even when the blinds were closed if the lights were on. He told me this about a year after I moved in. I remember suddenly going through in my mind all the things I had done in that room. I have to say that I didn’t change the window coverings, nor did I stop leaving the lights on when I was with my boyfriends. It has remained a turn on for me to know I’m being watched, even though I didn’t realize it before I became aware of the blinds. I love feeling of voyeurism. I still live in the same apartment.

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