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I recently moved out of my flat, and there’s something I need to get off my chest something that was the absolute highlight of my life for months.
I lived with a female flatmate and her boyfriend, and every single morning, I had a front-row seat to their sex life.
Without fail, I’d wake up to the rhythm of their bed hitting the wall and the sound of her moans. It was my personal alarm clock. Instead of rolling over, I’d creep out of my room and head to their door. There was a perfect little gap in the keyhole that gave me a clear view of everything.
She is a total goddess. Seeing her naked and uninhibited made me crave her more than anything. The dynamic was always the same: he’d just lie there like a lazy bastard, and she’d do all the work. She would climb on top and ride him like a pro her body moving in ways I still can’t stop thinking about. It was her daily routine before she got ready for the office.
I reached a point where I couldn’t help myself. I’d stand in the hallway, gripping my cock and stroking it hard while watching her bounce on him. I timed it so perfectly that I’d blow my load right when they were finishing up. The thrill of being inches away while I came was insane.
When they weren't home, I’d even find myself sniffing her worn bras, just to get a scent of the skin I watched every morning.
I have moved out now, and they still have no clue I was their biggest fan. I honestly don't think they ever suspected a thing. Now that I am gone, I just wanted to confess: I am going to miss that view more than the apartment itself. :')