Living in a city offers many options for sexual pleasure. There are sex clubs and prostitutes, bars and illicit drugs, and plenty of easy, desperate, lonely people hoping against hope to hook up. Personally, my favorite thing about the city is the apartment buildings. At night, people leave their blinds and curtains open, relying on the anonymity a metropolis promises to shield them from watchful eyes.
But it never does shield them. All it does is allow them to blind themselves in naiveté. This is the innocent little belief I rely on to provide me and my partners with the kind of stimulation I crave. Sometimes, I bring women home, and stand before the window with them on their knees before me, my hard cock driving into their throats, gagging them, while I scour the rooms in view with my binoculars, seeking, beseeching someone to give me what I need. At other times, I will bring home a soft, feminine man, and bend him over, forcing my way past his barrier, and into his tender ass, while watching my favorite "show."
There is a woman living across the street from me, about two floors below mine, who invariably leaves her lights on while she toys with herself, curtains wide as her legs. She owns more toys than shoes, which always gets me hard. I love a woman who knows what brings her pleasure, and takes it. I don't know what her name is, but I think of her as Monica, who was also a girlfriend I had in college. They were both blond with great tits, and though the original Monica never talked about masturbation, I think she must have gotten herself off pretty frequently. She was a really horny bitch.
The Monica across the way has a nice rack for a woman of around forty, and an ass that makes you want to finger her tight little back door. Fingering a girl's ass is such a turn on. They are always a little shy and embarrassed about it, and their blushes, as I drive my fingers into them, sometimes make me cum without even touching myself. Monica has a tramp stamp, and sometimes I wonder if she'd let me bring her back here to my loft, and lay her on the chaise in front of the window, pounding into her blonde furred cunt as we watch together. Maybe we'd watch the guys adjacent to her building, the dom and the sub who are constantly ass fucking. The dom has a big leather paddle that he spanks the little sub with, the marks standing out on his ass for the rest of their session. Or maybe we'd watch the banker who lives below her. He works in the bank I do business with, and loves to gets his ass spread open by big black men with huge cocks while his wife is at work. She is a nurse working third shift at one of the city's hospitals, and loves to have her neighbor and his roommate double team her-- one in her cunt, the other in her ass.
Yeah, I'd love to watch with Monica, but right now, she is getting ready for her nightly ritual. Every evening at 8:30, she turns on her television, I can't see what is on, but she doesn't watch it anyway. I think it's the noise she wants; something to drown out her screams of pleasure as she cums. Once the television is on, she opens up the middle drawer on the right side of her bed, and selects a couple of toys, and a tube of something. She squeezes something out of the tube, lube or some sort of stimulating gel, into her hand, and proceeds to rub her pussy with it. She takes her time with it, working it in all her little folds, and daintily smoothing it on her clit. She pushes a finger up her gap and then pulls it out, and licks it.
