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Enzyme asks "Have you ever accidentally seen something intimate and private and... well... ended up watching? Or found that others had been watching you?"

(, Thu 11 Oct 2007, 18:14)
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close the curtains, purlease!!!
This story dates back to when I was a little bit younger, during the last years of school - when I had a car for the first time (a little blue mini) and I could go out with mates whenever I wanted to - drinking, smoking or whatever we felt like.

With this healthy dose of freedom I could come and go as I please. So much so that even my mum didn't wait up for me any longer. I could be back at one in the morning or three days later - the world was my oyster.

Anyhoo, there was a downside to this freedom. Coming home late - usually after midnight - led me to witness a most frightful sight. The vision of a man wanking. This wasn't a one off either.

The bloke over the road had recently split up with his wife. This was big news in our small village - it was quite possibly the only break up that had become public knowledge since Joanne's dad had left his missus for one of the school caretakers ten years ago.

One night I came home late and went to shut the blinds on the window to my very small bedroom. In the window of the house opposite I could see someone in the living room. Was he naked? Was he standing in the middle of the living room with one foot on the sofa. Was he biffing one out while watching a hardcore porn video. Indeed he was, and all I could do was stare. I was disgusted but enthralled at the same time. Should I let the rest of the village know about it? Was the hot girl next door also watching him at the same time? Where did he get his pornos? This continued for several months. The only satisfaction I got from it was the reassurance that I wasn't gay - I could watch him without getting a hard-on!

I decided to keep it to myself and made a mental note to myself to always shut the curtains before biffing one out myself. I managed to keep my promise for a few months until I got extremely drunk on champagne at a friends wedding, where I managed to tell the whole story to a table full of strangers. A few weeks later I went to Uni and that was the last I ever saw of the guy, thank God.
(, Sat 13 Oct 2007, 21:32, Reply)

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