Days of voyeurism

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The days of voyeurism have gradually faded, but some voyeuristic experiences remain indelibly etched in my memory. Sometimes, thinking about them stirs a ripple in my heart. I recall several familiar women from my voyeuristic days, their various genitals, the way they urinated and defecated under my gaze—the images linger. They were dignified and graceful in public, beautiful and alluring, yet in the toilet, they displayed their most private parts without reservation before my eyes. Their husbands probably never had the chance to see their genitals when they defecated or urinated, yet I witnessed it all. Whenever I encountered their children or husbands, I would think to myself, "I can never get enough of your mothers' and wives' genitals." I couldn't help but want to shout to them, "I've seen and peeked at your mothers' and wives' genitals again and again!" I often hummed a song in front of them, "[Let me see enough]." They would ask me, puzzled, "What are you singing?" I would smile without answering, thinking to myself, "I can never get enough of your mothers' and wives' butts. If God gave me another chance, I would definitely touch them."
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Having said so much without getting to the point, let me let my fond memories flow and be transformed into heart-stirring words. It was when I was 16, a freshman in high school. Among my new classmates was a very handsome boy, very popular with the girls. This handsome guy and I got along very well, quickly becoming inseparable friends. Our classmates said we were like Meng Liang and Jiao Zhan from the storytelling of the Yang family generals. He was a very good student. I was an expert at fighting, but I was inseparable from him, like one person. One Sunday, not long after starting school, he invited me to his house.

My friend's house was in the suburbs, belonging to the xxx Railway Transportation Department, a subordinate unit of the Zhengzhou Railway Bureau. That day, the weather was exceptionally clear, without a single cloud in the sky, the bright sunlight shining on the earth. I had been a voyeur for four years by then. Seeing such beautiful weather, I couldn't help but sigh, "Ah. Today is a perfect day for voyeurism, but alas, I won't have the chance today." Following the route my friend gave me, I arrived at the Railway Ministry's residential compound in less than half an hour. I entered the gate and surveyed the grounds. The terrain consisted of five rows of single-story houses, what we call "carriage houses" here. I have a habit of always checking out the toilets when I arrive at a place. I saw the toilet was next to the last row of houses, so I rode my bike to it, parked, and went into the men's room. Upon entering, I was overjoyed. It was a dry toilet with separate latrines for men and women, perfect for peeping into the women's room with a mirror! Haha, another new hideout! But then I thought, wait a minute, my friend lives here, so it's not convenient for me to spy on him. Oh well, whatever, I'll get to my friend's house first. I found my friend's house. I knocked on the door, and it opened. A beautiful woman came out, and I was immediately struck by her beauty. She had an oval face, a broad forehead, large eyes, a pointed nose, and full lips. Her hair was styled in a short, neat cut, making her look like Song Zuying, the singer of "Little Bamboo Basket." She called out, "XX, your classmate is here," and then ushered me in. My friend came out and quickly greeted me, introducing me as her mother. My friend's mother served me water and tea, but my mind was already wandering far away. Damn, she was so beautiful. My friend invited me to play video games, but I had no interest in playing. I played the game absentmindedly with him, while secretly glancing at his mother. She was probably doing laundry, pacing back and forth as she tidied the clothes. Her figure was also stunning, with two large, firm breasts and a round, pert bottom. She was wearing a tight thermal top, and the nipples of her breasts were clearly visible on it.

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