voyeurism experience

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When I was in elementary school, rural homes didn't have toilets. The village's dry latrines for men and women were separated by a mud wall, through which someone had dug a small hole, directly facing the women's toilet. Through that hole, I peeked at almost all the women in the village. The hole was gradually enlarged and became quite noticeable. Several times, I was caught peeping by the women. One time was particularly terrifying. A very fierce woman, upon discovering someone peeping, shouted loudly, pulled up her pants, and came out to grab me. I was so scared that I ran away as fast as I could. I turned a corner at the alley entrance, and the woman chased after me. Then, I calmly walked in the opposite direction to meet her. The woman saw me at the corner and asked if I had seen someone run past. I said yes, they ran that way, very fast, and I didn't see who it was. Then she cursed and walked away. Luckily, it was getting dark, and I couldn't see anyone clearly, otherwise I would definitely have been caught, and the consequences would have been severe.
In junior high and high school, I peeked at many people on and off, including some classmates and teachers. Back then, the pressure of studying was high, and peeping was just a way to relax. University was the peak of my voyeuristic career. During those years, I did whatever I wanted, from simply peeping to secretly filming, to deliberately getting caught, and then being arrested. But it was that arrest that made me calm down and return to normal voyeurism.
Let me tell you about my favorite spot in university: the restrooms in Building E of the teaching building. It had everything a prime spot should have: no cameras, good lighting, no gaps on either side of the stall doors (I was careful about this, afraid girls might see me through the gaps), moderate foot traffic, and a high level of safety. Building E had very few classes, so the classrooms were mostly used as study rooms or activity rooms. Girls in university are usually very diligent students, and many were studying, so even when other classrooms were in session, girls still had to come to this prime spot.
One time, as usual, I was studying near the back door of a study room close to the restrooms, waiting for my prey (I chose the back door because it wouldn't be too obstructive when I went out). I waited quite a while, but no suitable prey appeared. I felt a little discouraged, and I couldn't concentrate on my studies anymore. I was thinking of going to the student activity center to hunt. Just as I remembered, I heard hurried footsteps in the hallway. I glanced out the window and saw a beautiful young woman with long, flowing hair and a slender figure. Her profile looked vaguely familiar. I immediately closed my book, went out the back door, and watched her back as she walked away, feeling a surge of excitement. Long, flowing hair, a tight white top and short skirt, a curvaceous figure—and even more alluring was the black stockings she wore, her legs thin and straight, her hips swaying slightly as she walked. "Beautiful women attract unwanted attention," I thought, and I wouldn't let such prey slip by. I followed her slowly, watching her enter the restroom. I glanced into the men's room—no one was there. Hearing the women's room door close, I turned and quietly approached. Only the outermost stall was closed. Perfect timing, the hunt begins!
I saw a woman walking towards the restroom. As usual, I listened in the men's room. When I heard her enter the women's room, I quickly went out to check her back. She looked nice, a slender, beautiful woman with long hair. After waiting for 10 seconds, I heard her start urinating. I first went out of the hallway to check if anyone was there, then quickly ran into the women's restroom, lay down, and started looking from the front. After a while, I realized that she was taking a defecation! I thought to myself, "Great, I can watch a little longer." But I was still cautious. Every few seconds, I'd go out and check the hallway to see if anyone was there. Seeing no one, I took out my phone and recorded a short clip. The lighting was excellent, so it was crystal clear. After about half a minute, I got really into it. I put down my phone and pressed my head closer and closer to the gap between the door and the floor, determined to make her see me. At first, I could see the girl playing on her phone, her face, but she didn't notice. A second or two later, she suddenly saw me, burst into tears, and I quickly left. It felt great. I went back upstairs to the study room and pretended to study for a while. About a minute later, I pretended to go downstairs to see the girl's face. Suddenly, I saw one of my classmates coming out of the bathroom with the girl in his arms. The girl was crying terribly, and my classmate was trying to comfort her. I greeted my classmate, pretending to be curious why she was crying. My classmate gave me a helpless look, and then I left. The girl never saw me. Actually, I didn't even know this girl was my classmate's girlfriend.
Another time, I deliberately tried to get caught. A woman was squatting in the outermost stall. Actually, I could see part of this stall from where I was squatting in the sink area. I went in again, but since it was a bit dark, I didn't record anything. As usual, I sneaked close to the gap under the side door. Suddenly, the woman saw me and calmly said, "Who is it?" I left. I stayed in the sink area for a few seconds. Seeing that the woman didn't seem to be getting up, I guessed she was taking a dump, so I went back in, again deliberately letting her see me. After she saw me, she said, "If you keep doing this, I'll call the police." I went out, and after a few seconds (I usually pretend to walk to the hallway to see if anyone is coming), I went back in. The woman saw me and pretended to dial 110 (the police emergency number), muttering to herself, saying something like, "I'm at XX University, there's a pervert here," etc. While I listened, I kept glancing at her private parts. She got really angry and grabbed some paper to wipe herself. I saw she was really going to come out, so I quickly left.
Another time, I watched for a while, and the woman was taking a dump. Before leaving, I reached in and patted her butt. She screamed, and I quickly left.
Of course, looking back now, it's quite thrilling, but I really, really regret it. I shouldn't have hurt them. You don't need to criticize me; I understand all these principles. Even now, I'm almost 30, and I've never stopped peeping. But I won't bother others anymore.

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