Author: Julie

Exposed

Posted 2 years ago by Julie

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Living in the city can sometimes feel like you’re living in a fish bowl, totally exposed. I can’t help but notice one neighbor in the next building over. It’s seems as if he’s always there, in the window watching or wanting to be watched. My instinct is to look away, but sometimes I can’t help myself. I’m just so curious about him for some reason. Who is he? What does he do? Does he live alone? I find myself thinking about him more and more, even during the day while I’m out. I look at all of the strangers on the street to see if I might recognize him. Could that be him? I wonder. Would he recognize me? Does he even know I exist? Why am I so anxious to get home to watch him?

The closer I get to home, the more butterflies start to flutter throughout my entire body. The anticipation is mounting and I’m beginning to worry that he won’t be home. Then what? I’m starting to feel like a crazy person but I don’t care! I want to see him, know him, for real. But what if he’s really a crazy person? This could be

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

 Gazing out my kitchen window, I can’t help but watch the neighbors as he’s telling her goodbye. He has a mug of coffee that she must have made him in one hand while he grasps her ass cheek through her silk nightie with the other hand. He gives her a very erotic kiss, biting her lip before rushing off to work. She watches him as he leaves with a devious grin full of memories from their sex filled night and fantasies about the night to come. Oh how I wish my marriage had that kind of passion. I wish we looked at each other that way and longed for each other the way they do. But instead I’m left here lonely, horny, and neglected.

Soon I find myself lying on the sofa fantasizing about my neighbor…biting my lip like that, looking at me like that. My fingers find their way into my wet panties. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!! I jump up off the sofa so fast, startled, and heart racing. I see it’s the pool boy so I open the door to see what he needs. He seems nervous and stutters as he apologizes for bothering me. He can’t take his

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