A risky foray into the real world for the voyeur

Tony made his way across the courtyard to Marilyn’s apartment aware that his every move could be under surveillance. It was only when he had begun to play the role of the voyeur that he had learned that everything is watched by somebody. You think that you are private, unobserved, free and that you can go about your daily business without interference but in actuality every single move is recorded on cctv, or watched by a nosey neighbour or someone like him, someone who got his sexual kicks from watching others through his binoculars, in a darkened room, hoping to see some hot and randy carnal action.

And of course there was his neighbour whom he knew was also watching at night. To be fair the open blinds at Marilyn’s place drew attention like moths to a bright light. There was no effort to hide the horny activity that went on and Tony imagined many men had ‘tuned in’ to the lusty romps when they were sure there partner wasn’t watching or suspecting. Tony mused that many couples might also have enjoyed the shows featuring the slim and shapely Marilyn, the stunning and uber sexy Melissa and the middle aged mystery man, with his air of power and control. The women were certainly in thrall to him.

So he had to be careful. He had dressed in black and he had his hood pulled up around his face and a dark coloured buff provided a face mask, leaving only his eyes visible. He also took an unusual route so that his destination wasn’t clear and he walked confidently, as if he should be there. Getting to the door of her apartment took twenty minutes rather than the five it should have been but Tony was confident that he would not be recognised and that nobody would suspect he was here. He bumped the yale lock and furtively stepped into the apartment, quickly switching off the hall and lounge lights.

He didn’t know what time Marilyn would return and so he worked fast, opening drawers and cupboards, scouring desk and table and perusing the digital versatile disk collection. He didn’t know what to look for but one of the DVD’s caught his eye. It had no cover graphic, just a handwritten note on a torn off piece of paper that had been stuffed under the plastic sleeve. The note simply read “sexy fun with the puppet man...” Cryptic but interesting thought Tony and he pocketed the disk.

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