City Passion

In my upbringing, the word "sex!" holds a special place. From the moment I first became aware of the differences between men and women, I was filled with curiosity about women, which gradually turned into a kind of lust. How could I release this pressure? I chose voyeurism. From childhood to adulthood, I engaged in countless acts of voyeurism. This bold and thrilling adventure continued until I graduated from university. Now, I am an employee of a government agency, and my past childish behavior has gradually faded from my memory... But the voyeurism I continued for a period of time in my later years of university was unlike any of my previous experiences. Looking back now, it was indeed incredibly thrilling and exciting. How could I be willing to let such a precious experience completely disappear from my memory without a trace? Now I will tell my story of this encounter, hoping that those who have never had this experience or the courage can share with me the passion and joy of success of voyeurism. Let's rewind to my university days… This phase began with a post I stumbled upon online, titled "Peeping," about the author's experience of watching women urinate in the women's restroom. The intense stimulation made my heart pound, and my dormant voyeuristic desires resurfaced. I decided to imitate him and try it myself. I wanted to know what different women's vaginas looked like and what the differences were between them. That noon, the sun was shining brightly, and I was studying in a large classroom on the first floor. There were quite a few girls in the classroom (girls usually crammed in more than boys when studying). Outside the classroom was a corridor and a balcony, and at the end of the corridor was the women's restroom. In our building, the men's and women's restrooms were separate; the women's restroom was downstairs, and the men's was upstairs. So, I didn't have to worry about bumping into other boys while peeping. Just then, a girl in the chair in front of me stood up. My heart skipped a beat; I knew she was about to go to the restroom. This was my first time peeping into the women's restroom! I was incredibly nervous, afraid the people around me would notice something was wrong. I glanced around; everyone was engrossed in their books, ignoring me. I secretly rejoiced, my eyes fixed on the girl as I followed her out of the classroom. I stood up quietly, pretending to be nonchalant, and followed her into the hallway. The girl was already heading towards the end of the corridor. Sure enough, she was going to the restroom! A surge of joy coursed through me; my chance had come! I stared intently at her back, trying to get a good look at her figure—after all, she was my first "prey!" Ah! She was wearing a light-colored jacket and jeans, stylishly dressed, and about 1.6 meters tall. The tight jeans accentuated her ample bosom. Good! Seeing her enter the restroom, I tiptoed to the girls' stall. At this point, I must introduce a currently popular restroom design: each stall has a door, but a wide slit is left at the bottom, almost as if encouraging voyeurism. I quickly glanced around; the hallway was empty. Then I looked into the restroom. The middle stall door was closed, and I could hear the sound of someone unbuckling their belt inside—it was undoubtedly this stall. So I quietly went in. I was wearing soft-soled shoes, so I walked without making a sound. I held my breath; no one would notice. I lay on the floor, my head a foot away from the crack in the door, making sure no one could see me. Wow! My head felt like it was going to explode. Through that crack in the door, for the first time in my life, I saw a strange girl's vulva up close. It was less than half a meter away from me, and she was squatting there, her vulva wide open, completely unaware that a man outside was feasting his eyes! So I quickly examined every part, every detail: between her plump, white buttocks was a piece of flesh completely different from the surrounding skin. So this was a woman's genitals, her most private part, now completely exposed to me under the sunlight! It was a dark fleshy red, bulging on both sides, resembling clam meat, with a shallow groove in the middle glistening, clearly wet. Then, I saw her buttocks begin to rise and fall, and heard the sound of a hand reaching into her pocket. Because it was my first time, I was both excited and terrified, so I hurriedly slipped out of the women's restroom. The corridor was still empty. I hid to one side, trying to calm my wildly beating heart. I still wanted to see what this girl looked like! After a while, the girl came out. I walked past her casually, but she seemed to notice something, looking embarrassed and nervous, glancing around. I looked up at her face; it was a bit thin, but not bad-looking, and from her appearance, she seemed rather fierce. I thought to myself: Great! From then on, I couldn't stop. That afternoon, I also looked at another girl. As I passed the women's restroom on the third floor, the door was open. I saw that the door to the first stall near the door was closed, and my heart raced again. Scanning the corridor ahead and behind, I saw no one. I quickly crouched down, pressing my head as close to the crack in the door as possible. I saw a pair of small feet in green sneakers, wavy white buttocks, and a large, arched vulva nestled between them. This was different from the first vulva; the labia majora were swollen and thick, a dark gray color, and the junction was covered with dense pubic hair. I examined the center closely; there were two thin, moist, dark purplish-gray labia minora, stretched wide open, covered with wrinkles. What lay beyond that was hidden by the labia minora. So I stretched my head out as far as I could, almost touching the crack in the door, less than a foot away from her vulva. After a while, there was a movement inside, as if sensing something amiss. I quickly ran out and lay on the balcony, pretending nothing was wrong, waiting for her. The girl came out—a beautiful young woman! She was fair-skinned with a rosy glow, wearing a tracksuit and a small braid. I stared at her, and she seemed to blush, lowering her head and quickly walking away. I felt so satisfied; it was so exciting! Later, I moved my base to the library. Our school library's newly built restrooms were like this, with the stalls higher and the gaps at the bottom lower, making it even easier for me to peep. The first time was that afternoon, also on the first floor. I came out of the reading room and happened to see a short-haired, petite girl walking towards the end of the corridor, where there was another restroom. So I followed her. She was quite alert; after going in, she pushed the door shut behind her. But that didn't stop me. Seeing that no one was around, I waited outside for a while, roughly estimating that the stall doors were closed, and then quietly pushed the door open. It was the first stall; the door was closed. I quickly crouched down and peered inside: this girl's vulva was also a dark fleshy red, but wider than the previous one, with dark pubic hair. I figured she wasn't pretty, so I just glanced at her and left. Once, it was noon, and I intentionally stayed in the library instead of going back; there were many students studying there. Soon, the elevator beeped, and a tall, short-haired girl came out. She casually put her bag in the classroom, and I watched her from a distance. After a while, she got up and came out, clutching a wad of paper in her hand. I was delighted again; it seemed my prey had come knocking, and she was quite pretty with a good figure. I watched her walk to the end of the corridor, push open the door to the women's restroom, and go inside. I quickly went over; I had already timed it perfectly. I quietly pushed open the door; the innermost stall was closed. I crouched down, looking at the woman's vulva that made my mouth water. This vulva wasn't particularly special, except that the labia majora were black, or rather, a deep brownish-black upon closer inspection. I could see individual, curved pubic hairs peeking out from the flesh of the labia, sparse and scattered, only becoming dense like a dark forest at the top. A stream of urine gushed out from the center, splashing against the surface of the urinal, making a hissing sound, and I could vaguely smell its heat and pungent odor. I lay there watching her urinate and defecate, the urine being pulled out from her blooming anus—a unique kind of stimulation. Another time, also at noon, I passed by the women's restroom. The door wasn't closed, but the door to the inner stall was. The girl was so careless, probably because the midday sun made her drowsy. I skillfully lay down and peered through the crack in the door; the vulva was less than a foot away. This vulva was beautiful, shaped like a regular clam shell, with pinkish-red labia majora, somewhat flat, unlike some vulvas where the labia majora are plump and taut. In the middle are two labia minora, delicately parted to the sides, dark brown, moist and slippery. In the center of the labia minora is the clitoris. I've seen so many vaginas; some have their clitoris exposed when the woman squats, a bright red and beautiful sight, with an uneven surface, like several pieces of flesh piled together. Both the urethra and vaginal opening are located on this clitoris. The urethra is very small; only a few I can clearly see—a tiny black hole from which urine sprays out. The vaginal opening is generally visible, much larger than the urethra, and comes in all sorts of shapes. Some are perfectly regular; some have serrated edges, like an upside-down umbrella; some are a long, narrow line; and some are strange, like an elongated "O," even almost rectangular. However, all vaginal openings are surrounded by a band of flesh slightly lighter in color than the surrounding skin, often glistening with secretions. The girl's vulva wasn't as bright red as some adult women's; instead, it was slightly darker than the pale pink of her labia majora, contrasting with the dark brown of her labia minora. Also, she...A white, purulent substance oozed from her vulva, slowly trickling down her vulva and condensing into a single drop. Then, the girl began wiping with tissue paper, pressing firmly against her vulva and wiping from top to bottom, pulling the labia apart to reveal more of her red, alluring vulva. Suddenly, the girl noticed someone peeping and let out a strange, suppressed gasp: "What—" I quickly ran out and stood at the other end of the corridor, waiting to see her come out. A short while later, the girl emerged, and I walked towards her as if nothing had happened. She probably noticed me; her face flushed red, and she looked at me with a reproachful gaze, but I was already satisfied and didn't care! This girl was very voluptuous and beautiful, with short hair and wearing small red sneakers, but after studying her vulva for so long, she had become one of my more desirable prey. I've seen many women's vaginas discharge thick fluids, like a colorless, transparent, pus-like substance, extremely viscous. It flows down the vulva, congeals into a drop near the anus, and trails a long trail as it falls due to gravity. The long, suspended liquid after the drop retracts, demonstrating its high viscosity. However, the amount varies from woman to woman. Some only slowly squeeze out a drop or two, while others produce a long, glistening, thin stream, and some don't produce anything at all. Some are distinctly milky white, like milking milk, but turn yellow when wiped on white toilet paper; others are clear and transparent, like snot. Is this a woman's vaginal fluid? Anyway, I've spied on countless women's vaginas using this method. I usually first spotted my prey and then captured her, including many young and beautiful ladies, as well as some still-attractive, elegant middle-aged women. I most enjoy spying on women around thirty years old who are pretty, fashionably dressed, and have well-defined figures, especially when they're wearing high heels. High heels give me a special kind of stimulation; the clattering sound of the heels hitting the floor, especially when it gets closer, makes my heart pound. It's an uncontrollable thrill and anticipation. When I successfully peep, I feel immense satisfaction—it's a feast for the eyes! What excites me most is that I've twice spied on women masturbating in the restroom! The first time was in the library. It was a hot morning, and I was waiting on the sixth floor. "Prey!" I saw a tall girl with a ponytail walk out of the reading room, looking tired, and carrying a wad of paper. I thought my chance had come, so I followed her, about ten meters away. After a while, I tiptoed into the women's restroom. The door to the innermost stall was closed. Perfect! I lay down, observing closely: the girl's labia majora were a lighter color, barely darker than her skin tone, while the labia minora were elongated, a deep purplish-gray, and exposed outside the labia majora. After a minute or so, a hand reached down, pressing and forcefully spreading the labia majora apart, revealing the inner walls: smooth, engorged, and with prominent pubic hairs visible on the surface! Then another hand reached down, this time pressing and rubbing the upper part of the labia majora with the middle finger—she was masturbating! I had only ever read descriptions of women masturbating in other people's writings before, but now I was witnessing it firsthand, so closely! My blood surged, and my whole body aroused. I could clearly see her clitoris protruding from the foreskin; this stubbornly raised lump of flesh, its smooth, translucent surface seemingly reflecting the undulating waves within. Soon, a white, milky fluid began to secrete from the vaginal opening—this slut! I couldn't bear it any longer, so I masturbated while cursing in my mind! I ejaculated under the dual stimulation of the inside and outside. I fantasized about my tongue licking her vagina and her juices—that must have been satisfying enough. Then I waited in the corridor. The girl came out, still looking tired; perhaps she'd been indulging in lust all night… The second time was at another school, in the same kind of restroom. I waited nearby for my prey. A short, short-haired girl walked by. I watched her go into the women's restroom, then gently pushed the door open, knelt down, and observed her vagina spraying urine. After she finished, she wiped her genitals with toilet paper, but her hands remained still! Then, I saw her use both hands to repeatedly spread her labia majora, revealing the engorged, smooth inner walls, and then use her left middle finger to press on the clitoris, rubbing it repeatedly, or pulling it upwards! I watched for a full ten minutes, and just as everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves, I heard hurried footsteps behind me, followed by a soft "Ah!" I turned around and saw a girl with a long braid, covering her mouth with her hand, staring at me in surprise. I whispered to her, "It's a misunderstanding!" and fled the women's restroom in a few quick steps. Behind me, I heard two girls talking... I love spying on women who are alluring, fashionably dressed, curvaceous, and wearing high heels when they come to the restroom. I've noticed that most of these women, when they squat down, reveal their bright red vulva, which is sticky and uneven. The thin labia minora part apart, covered in slippery fluid, and covered with numerous grooves. The clitoris, like a whitish bean soaked in water, is rarely exposed. Feet wearing high heels and flesh-colored stockings, a fleshy buttocks with a red heart-shaped vulva in the middle, and some vaginal openings that are wide open in an "O" shape, as if telling you that it has been penetrated by a thick penis countless times, this is truly an immense stimulation!Her smooth, translucent exterior, with her head raised, seemed to reflect the turbulent waves within. Soon, a milky white fluid began to secrete from her vagina. "That slut!" I couldn't bear it any longer, masturbating while cursing her inwardly! I ejaculated under the dual stimulation of the inside and outside. I fantasized about my tongue licking her pussy and her juices—enough for me, right? Then I waited in the hallway. The girl came out, still looking tired. Perhaps she'd been too lustful all night… The second time was at another school, in the same kind of restroom. I waited nearby for my prey. A short, short-haired girl walked by. I watched her go into the women's restroom, then gently pushed open the door, knelt down, and observed her vagina spraying urine. After urinating, she wiped her genitals with toilet paper, but her hand remained motionless! Then, I saw her repeatedly pry open her labia majora with both hands, revealing the engorged, smooth inner walls. She then used her left middle finger to press and rub the clitoris, or gently pull it upwards. I watched for a full ten minutes, both of us thoroughly enjoying ourselves, when I heard hurried footsteps behind me, followed by a soft "Ah!" I turned around and saw a girl with a long braid, covering her mouth and staring at me in surprise. I whispered, "It's a misunderstanding!" and fled the women's restroom. Behind me, I heard two girls talking… I love spying on women who are alluring, fashionably dressed, curvaceous, and wearing high heels when they come to the restroom. I've noticed that most women like this, when they squat, reveal their innermost, bright red vulva. The vulva is sticky and uneven, with thin labia minora parted to the sides, covered in slippery fluid and riddled with grooves. The clitoris, like a whitish bean soaked in water, is rarely visible. High heels and fleshy stockings adorn the feet, and the fleshy buttocks frame a bright red vulva. Some women's vaginal openings are wide open in an "O" shape, seemingly telling you how many times a large penis has penetrated it—it's incredibly stimulating!Her smooth, translucent exterior, with her head raised, seemed to reflect the turbulent waves within. Soon, a milky white fluid began to secrete from her vagina. "That slut!" I couldn't bear it any longer, masturbating while cursing her inwardly! I ejaculated under the dual stimulation of the inside and outside. I fantasized about my tongue licking her pussy and her juices—enough for me, right? Then I waited in the hallway. The girl came out, still looking tired. Perhaps she'd been too lustful all night… The second time was at another school, in the same kind of restroom. I waited nearby for my prey. A short, short-haired girl walked by. I watched her go into the women's restroom, then gently pushed open the door, knelt down, and observed her vagina spraying urine. After urinating, she wiped her genitals with toilet paper, but her hand remained motionless! Then, I saw her repeatedly pry open her labia majora with both hands, revealing the engorged, smooth inner walls. She then used her left middle finger to press and rub the clitoris, or gently pull it upwards. I watched for a full ten minutes, both of us thoroughly enjoying ourselves, when I heard hurried footsteps behind me, followed by a soft "Ah!" I turned around and saw a girl with a long braid, covering her mouth and staring at me in surprise. I whispered, "It's a misunderstanding!" and fled the women's restroom. Behind me, I heard two girls talking… I love spying on women who are alluring, fashionably dressed, curvaceous, and wearing high heels when they come to the restroom. I've noticed that most women like this, when they squat, reveal their innermost, bright red vulva. The vulva is sticky and uneven, with thin labia minora parted to the sides, covered in slippery fluid and riddled with grooves. The clitoris, like a whitish bean soaked in water, is rarely visible. High heels and fleshy stockings adorn the feet, and the fleshy buttocks frame a bright red vulva. Some women's vaginal openings are wide open in an "O" shape, seemingly telling you how many times a large penis has penetrated it—it's incredibly stimulating!

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