Watching(5)

It has occurred to me that they are both naked and I am still fully dressed. I sit back on my heels and she is smiling down at me. “You are really good at that.” I smile back but I can feel my cheeks burning up. “Do you want to watch again? I think he needs another go.” I see the guy behind her, caressing her breasts. Her smiling at me, him looking at me like I’m prey.

I should just walk away, go back home but I do want to watch. I want to experience every moment he pleases her. It is good for research for my stories.

That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.

“I will watch.” I sit back in the chair, feeling more confident in my seat.

“Are you sure you don’t want him to fuck you? I don’t mind sharing.” My eyes connect to hers.

“I’d rather watch.”





I keep swiping left until something that pops out at me makes me smile. An adventurous couple looking for someone to join in on their fun. I swipe to the right indicating like and with joys we are a match. They must have liked my profile also. I write a quick message telling them hello and ask what they are after.

You have to like Tinder.

My only down fall is that I am really fussy on who my couples are.

There is hardly anyone out there that are after what I’m after, but I have found the odd couple here and there who share the same interests as me.

It's Friday night and I am just finishing up my latest book, pressing save before I start to go and get ready. It has been a few weeks since the last couple I was with and I am starting to get sexually frustrated.

I am hoping I find what I’m looking for tonight.

I grab a shower, I just had everything waxed last week so I’m good to go. I put my hair in messy waves and decide to wear a black halter neck dress. I find wearing dresses and skirts is better access for myself.

Wearing my neutral makeup, I look in the mirror smiling at myself. I feel lucky tonight. I am grabbing my bag and keys when my phone rings and I see the couple have replied. They are looking for an open-minded girl who wants to join in on their fantasies and desires.

Bingo.

I reply that I am their girl but I don’t join in sexually.

After Hope, I never want to get attached to anyone.

Sex is sex, but unfortunately for me, sex brings emotions. Right now, I don’t need them. I sigh as I think about her. I do miss her in a weird way but once her guy Darryl, got addicted to me watching them, me being with her, she ended it. She didn’t like that he would only sleep with her if I was in the room.

I don’t blame her.

All crushes have to end one day.

She wasn’t mine to begin with.

I know what you are thinking.

No, I’m not a lesbian. Bisexual, maybe.

Hope was different and I tried to find a girl with the same connection I had with her but it hasn’t happened.

Having sex with a guy, even if we bring kinkiness into it. I find it boring.

Watching though, watching each moment, now that is something that gets my blood pumping. It has become my drug and also the muse in my work.

I have been with couples who think they can handle a person watching but a few can’t. Most women get shy and have doubts. I have even been with a couple where the woman wanted to have sex under the sheets so I wouldn’t be able to fully watch.

Women try and keep their men happy by following their desires but it isn’t for everyone. I always tell them there are no hard feelings. I do go home disappointed but it takes a lot of self-confidence and self-esteem to be able to let someone in to watch an intimate act.

With the taxi waiting for me, I get in heading to the pubs I like, grabbing myself a drink and finding a seat where I can watch the crowd.

I told Hannah what happened that night. The look on her face was priceless but she thought it was a one-time thing and at first so did I, but with Hope asking me to watch, I found myself not being able to say no.

Now I can’t stop.

I get restless and I dream of being in the corner of the room, watching the man slipping his hard dick inside the girl. Hearing her wetness soak his cock. Her screaming out for more.

I see loads of couples out, smiling and laughing. After an hour, I head to the next place until it’s time to reach my favourite club.

I did find it weird being out on my own but now I’m used to it. I normally go out with Hannah but if she can’t make it, I still go out. Especially when I need my own release. I order myself a cocktail and take a seat near the bar so I’m close to the dance floor. I keep my eyes away from the DJ box even though my body is screaming for me to look, I ignore it. I look to the dancefloor and see a couple laughing as they dance with one another.

“Looking for your next victims?” Nieve asks me. She is the bartender I noticed when I first met Hope. She is bisexual and has been flirting with me for a very long time. She has kind of twigged to what I do.

“Aren’t I always.” I smile to her as she shakes her head, walking away to serve a customer.

I take a sip of my drink, turning to see the couple and when they head my way to the bar I turn back watching them as they order their drinks. “You both look so cute together,” I say and the girl beams at me.

“Thank you.” She says in a soft voice. “You should see us any other day, we may not be as cute.”

“Don’t listen to her.” The guy chuckles. I look to his light brown hair and green eyes, to her red hair and green eyes.