Let me share my experience of voyeurism.

Let me talk about my voyeuristic experiences.
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Initially, I saw some voyeuristic pictures and short films online and found myself very interested in this kind of thing
.
So I found some dedicated voyeuristic websites to look at, and the more I looked, the more excited I became. But after a while,
I found that most of those voyeuristic photos were candid shots of nude beaches abroad, either of people changing clothes or
sunbathing on the beach—boring. When I discovered that peeping at women using the toilet excited me even more
, I liked these voyeuristic photos more and more. I always dreamed of seeing women urinate
, watching urine spray out of their dark, hairy vaginas—ah, so exciting! So
I started looking for places where I could voyeurize. First, of course, was the girls' toilet at school! But because
there were always people coming and going at school, it was very inconvenient, and when there were fewer people, no one came to use the toilet, so I never found
a suitable opportunity. Although I sneaked into the women's restroom a few times, it was mostly when no one was around. So I
started looking for new spots. By chance, I discovered a place that might be my spying location. It was
a dormitory in a small factory, similar in structure to a university dormitory, with most of
the factory workers living on one floor. Everyone shared a washroom, which had separate men's and women's toilets. The entrances to both
were covered by a cloth, but only the upper half was obscured. Since some of my friends lived there,
I often went in and out, and no one really cared. However, after careful observation, I discovered that only the first-floor toilets
were suitable for spying.
Because the other three floors were occupied by many people, if I wanted to spy on women using the toilet, I would have to
stand outside the women's toilet and look from under the half-cloth curtain. If someone walked by at that moment, I would likely be discovered,
which would be disastrous. The first floor was unoccupied, but people often came down to use the toilet there. For example, someone returning from outside might
need to relieve themselves and would do so on the first floor before going back. There's also a small restaurant here, and
the women there all work on the first floor, so the toilet is conveniently located. That's my opportunity. So I decided to spy
after dinner, when everyone had finished work or returned from outside, allowing me to satisfy
my curiosity. No sooner said than done, I went to the first-floor washroom after dinner, pretending to
go to the men's restroom to make sure no one was around before starting my stakeout. I turned off the light outside the washroom (the toilet), so that
the women inside wouldn't easily notice me spying, while the lights inside remained on.
At first, it was so exciting, imagining the woman spreading her legs, exposing her genitals, and urinating
—haha, just thinking about it made my penis involuntarily erect. As luck would have it, the woman arrived.
She was even humming a song, which was awful! After she went inside, I slipped out of the men's restroom, took a deep breath, slowly
bent over, lowered my head, and widened my eyes. That was fucking exciting! This woman must have been in her thirties.
After she squatted down, her pants were pulled down, blocking her view. I couldn't actually see anything, but just hearing the sound of her urinating
was enough to get my blood pumping. Soon, she finished urinating, pulled up her pants (without even wiping her genitals), and looked like
she was about to come out. I quickly retreated back to the men's restroom. That was my first time peeping. Although I
didn't see anything clearly, recalling the woman's urination, one word: awesome! You might think,
"What's so special about that?" But this was my first peeping experience, and it wasn't easy. Then, I took
a deep breath in the men's restroom, lit a cigarette, and reflected on the scene. I concluded that she was a married woman.
First, as far as I know, when women urinate, urine often gets on their labia majora, vagina, urethra, and even
anus.
Therefore, many women wipe their entire genital area with sanitary napkins after urinating. This woman didn't even wipe herself after urinating
; she just pulled up her pants and left, not even bothering to straighten her underwear. This indicated she was wearing large,
old-fashioned underwear, possibly even boxer briefs—the kind even men don't like to wear anymore
.
Secondly, I judged by the sound of her urination. Young women or virgins
usually urinate quietly unless they're desperate. Women who have been married for a long time or have had children urinate
more loudly, with a gurgling sound and a slight hissing. Based on these two points, I could deduce that this woman
was over 35 and had given birth. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel
satisfied with my analytical skills. *_^ And so, my voyeuristic journey began. That night, I spied on four or five women urinating and defecating
, but some women closed their wooden doors when using the toilet, so I couldn't see anything, only
hear what they were saying. So, I spied on them here for several nights in a row, and sometimes I managed to see a little bit
. For example, there was a woman, whom I judged to be an unmarried girl. After urinating, she would stand up and slowly
pull up her underwear, at which point I could see her pubic hair, dark but not very thick. Her lower abdomen was also
slightly protruding, her figure was average, but her appearance was really not flattering.
There was also a woman who made a lot of noise when she defecated. First, she would fart, with a "plop plop," then urinate, with a "
whoosh," and then start defecating; she was constipated. She kept moaning while defecating,
which reminded me of the sounds of anal sex in porn. Sometimes it was particularly smelly, and I had to
cover my nose when I spied on her from outside. After a while, I figured out the patterns of these women's toilet habits, and I
could almost always see them whenever I went to peep.
Eventually, I could even tell roughly what they were doing by the sound of their footsteps when they went to the toilet. I
became increasingly satisfied with my ability to judge.
This peeping continued for a short while before being interrupted. It all started that day. That day, I was
also staking out the men's restroom. A woman came in.
As usual, I bent down to peep in the same position. But this woman, one of the few I often spied on, took off her pants and squatted down. When she looked
up, our eyes met. Good heavens, she'd spotted me. "Who's there?" she cried out in alarm. I even...
I straightened up abruptly, unsure what to do. "Who is it?" she called again.
I didn't care anymore and rushed out. Since exiting the washroom required passing the women's restroom,
she immediately realized someone was peeping at her, and that person (of course, it was me) had already run away.
As soon as I left the washroom, I ran upstairs. Luckily, there was no one in the hallway. I ran to the fourth floor at incredible speed
and hid in the men's restroom. Closing the door, I let out a long sigh of relief.
Only then did I realize my legs were trembling uncontrollably; I was so nervous. Lighting a cigarette, I recalled the scene
and felt a lingering fear.
If I had been caught, I would have been finished; I might have been charged with indecent assault. Thank goodness. Thinking back to my run to the fourth floor
, I heard the woman rushing out of the restroom cursing loudly—what a shrew! If she had caught me
, I might have been instantly killed. It seems this method of peeping won't work. If this woman
tells other women about what happened today, it will spread like wildfire, becoming a national secret. :)
I had no choice but to give up. But not long after, I got the urge again, but I was afraid of being caught.
I suddenly remembered the half-curtain hanging on the women's restroom door. If I cut a hole in it and peeked through, I
wouldn't have to bend over. No sooner said than done, I went back to the washroom. First, I made sure no one was in the men's or women's restrooms. Then I took out scissors
and cut a hole in the women's restroom curtain, just enough to see everything inside. All that was left was to wait.
Someone came in—a man. Then someone else came in—a woman. An opportunity. After she went in, I peeked through the hole in the curtain. One
word: awesome.
She didn't close the door, and the light in the restroom was on. I had turned off the light in the washroom, so it was hard for her to spot me. Although I still
couldn't see the crucial parts clearly, it was much safer than before. From then on, I frequently used this method to peep into
women's restrooms. Over time, I witnessed quite a few sights. Once, there was a young girl, probably a middle school student, who,
after using the toilet, bounced her buttocks, seemingly trying to expel any remaining urine. She then very
carefully wiped her genitals with toilet paper and slowly pulled up her underwear. Despite her still-developing figure,
she already had a considerable amount of pubic hair, a dark patch. I really wanted to pull her out and have sex with her right there. In my later voyeuristic experiences,
I also saw that some younger women did indeed have this habit after urinating, bobbing their buttocks,
which made my penis incredibly hard.
And the biggest gain was that I completely mastered a woman's urination pattern. She seemed to work overtime at night,
and since there was no toilet at her workplace, she would come almost every night around 9 PM. She always wore
high heels, walking very loudly. As soon as I heard that sound, I knew she was coming again, and over time, I called her "High
Heels." Because of working overtime, she was always holding in her urine, so her urgency was very strong, making her footsteps even louder.
As soon as she entered the restroom, she didn't care about anything else; she didn't even close the door, quickly pulled down her pants, squatted down, and the sound of urinating
was deafening. I could clearly see her buttocks bulging as she urinated, probably trying to contract
her urethra, which made the sound particularly loud and the force greater than that of an average woman. It was so satisfying!
As I mentioned before, some women regularly came to the restroom at the same time, so I always saw
the same few women.
Only occasionally would I see one or two new ones. I even gave these women I frequently spied on nicknames,
like High Heels, Red Panties, Hairy Vagina, Long Braids, and Big Butt. Quite amusing.
But my good fortune didn't last long; the women's restroom light went out, and I couldn't see anything. My eyesight isn't good to begin with,
and in the dark, even if a woman spread her legs wide, exposing her entire genitals to me, I couldn't see her.
Just hearing the sounds wasn't enough for me anymore. What to do? I decided to sneak into the women's restroom, hide in one of the
stalls, and bolt the door shut. Then I peeked through the
crack in the door at the women coming in. Even though I couldn't see much, listening to the sounds of women urinating through the thin wooden board was still quite enjoyable.
I would rub my penis while listening to the sounds of the women urinating, defecating, and farting next to me—
it felt great.
Especially at night, when it was dark and the lights in the toilet stalls were broken, making it pitch black and impossible to see
anything, I would simply open the door of the stall I was hiding in, stand up, and fantasize about some romantic encounter
that would allow me to have a good time with her, masturbating while waiting for a woman to come in. I remember one time, a woman
came in. The toilet was pitch black. I saw someone coming, so I quickly squatted down, pretending to be a woman using the toilet. Then
a fat woman came in, holding her belt in one hand and groping for the light switch on the wall with the other. After trying a few times without getting the light on,
she walked straight towards my stall. I knew she wasn't used to it and couldn't see anything,
so she must have thought no one was there. When she got very close, she started to unbuckle her belt. I realized something was wrong; if she came in again, wouldn't she
bump into me? I pretended to make a woman's noise. She heard the sound, yelled "Oh my god!" and ran
away, pulling up her pants. I thought she realized I was a man and ran to get help, so I quickly put away my penis and
ran away.
But thinking about it afterward, that's impossible. She definitely couldn't tell if I was a man or a woman. If she could, she would
n't have come towards the stall with people inside. She must have been startled by the fact that there was someone in there, and
I scared her away. Interesting, hahaha.
Since then, I've always used this method. But since the lights in the toilet stalls are all broken, it seems
no one comes anymore. Some women would rather walk upstairs to urinate than come downstairs, or maybe
I've scared them away. This won't do. I have to take action. Don't misunderstand, I'm not helping them change light bulbs, but rather
drilling a hole in the wooden partition between the two women's toilets so I can spy on the women using the toilet directly through the hole. One day, I brought
my tools and drilled a hole in the partition, quite high, so I could see the women's
buttocks or genitals exposed when they urinate, take off or put on their pants. I just didn't know if it would work, so I started staking out again. Finally
, the opportunity came. A woman came in, saw that I was hiding on this side (of course, she thought it was another woman),
and went to the stall next to mine.
I quickly squatted down and looked through the hole. Heh heh, I could see, but the hole was a bit too small, just enough to see.
The scene of a woman pulling up her pants and adjusting her underwear after urinating was green, and the woman's lower abdomen
was quite large, probably indicating she had given birth.
So, after some adjustments, the peephole was complete. I would often hide in this stall, squatting down whenever a woman came in,
rubbing my penis while peeping at her urinating. Three experiences from this period are still fondly
remembered.
Once, two girls came in to use the restroom. Since there were only two stalls in the women's restroom, and I had occupied
one, they had to go one at a time. Coincidentally, the first girl was defecating; as soon as she squatted down, she both farted and
defecated, and the other girl mocked her, "Wow, you've got a lot of energy!" But after a while,
seeing that the other girl hadn't finished, she kept urging her, "Hurry up, I can't hold it in anymore!" The other
girl replied, "My stomach hasn't been feeling well these past few days, please wait a little longer."
Just then, the girl outside suddenly knocked on my door. "Is anyone in there?" I quickly pinched my nose
and said, "Yes."
The girl was anxiously urging another girl on, stamping her feet. Finally, she said, "I don't care anymore," and I went
to my door, pulled down my pants, and started urinating. I quickly peeked through the crack in the door. Ah, so beautiful! Snow-white buttocks
, and I could even see a little pubic hair underneath. Yellowish-white urine gushed down from that snow-white buttocks—truly
spectacular! After she finished urinating, she carefully wiped her genitals with toilet paper, then pulled up her cute little panties, which
were stretched taut by her round buttocks. At that moment, I quickly rubbed my penis, and a stream of semen shot out, spraying onto the door
. That white buttocks and dark pubic hair were so alluring. The second time, a woman rushed into the women's restroom,
quickly pulled down her skirt, and I didn't even see what color her panties were. Then, splatter, splatter—she had diarrhea
. Ugh, it stinks.
After she finished, she stood up, haha, without even pulling up her underwear. Apparently, she had diarrhea and soiled her underwear a bit
. A grown woman like her can't even control her bowel movements. I saw her pull out toilet paper, her bare bottom exposed, bending over, wiping
the mess off her underwear. Her white bottom was so close to me, I could even feel the heat emanating from it. After wiping
for a while, she simply stuck out her bottom and pulled down her underwear. Since she was wearing a skirt, it was quite easy. Then she
went out. I thought to myself, this woman is really bold, daring to run around without underwear. But I didn't expect she just went to
the washroom outside to wash her underwear, then came back in, lifted her skirt, her white bottom facing me.
Good heavens, I could even see her labia majora through the cleft of her buttocks; the color had darkened, it looked like
she was frequently penetrated. After putting her underwear back on, she left, and this time I ejaculated a huge amount. The third time, a woman finished
urinating and faced me, her genitals directly in front of my opening, changing her sanitary napkin. A large clump of dark pubic hair
grew haphazardly around her labia majora. She first wiped herself with toilet paper, then removed the used
sanitary napkin stuck to her underwear, opened a new pack, stuck it to her underwear, adjusted its position, put on her underwear
, carefully combed the messy pubic hair around her underwear, and then put on her pants and left. These are my
three most memorable voyeuristic experiences. Even now, I still use this method. And with summer approaching, it gets dark
later, and with the lights in the restrooms installed, more women came for me to watch them urinate, so
I went even more often. One day, after dinner, I went to the women's restroom to wait. That
day was my least productive; I only saw two women all night, but one of them was quite attractive. She was a young married woman
with a small child. When she came to the washroom, she told her child, "Mommy's going to the toilet, just a minute." She
came in wearing small white underwear. After urinating, she bounced her bottom like a little girl, wiped her
genitals, and stood up. Haha, she didn't rush to pull up her underwear; she was slow and deliberate. Her dark pubic hair
looked quite appealing, unlike some women whose pubic hair is messy. Hers was rather appropriate; her mons pubis,
like in erotic novels, bulged outwards like a small steamed bun. I imagine it would be very pleasurable to have sex with her.
My current record is peeping at eight women urinating and defecating in one night; hopefully, I can break the record and exceed
ten.

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