There Ain’t Nothin’ Wrong With Being A Peeping Tom (Kinda)
The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines fetish as:
1: an object believed to have a magical power to protect its owner
2: an object of irrational reverence or obsessive devotion
3: an object or body part whose real or fantasied presence is psychologically necessary for sexual gratification and that is an object of fixation to the extent that it may interfere with complete sexual expression.
Referencing definition #3, there is a sexual theme or desire linked to what one could subjectively consider as abnormal. My fetish is a subdued form of voyeurism. Voyeurism is the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity. It is sensory and visual and why porn is a $6B – $15B a year industry. Voyeurism can be extended to watching porn, attending sex parties, or to specialty videos like of our guy standing in the mall, dropping trow and stroking himself to orgasm right before strangers enter through the mall doors.
I say my interest as a subdued form of voyeurism for voyeurism is also a clinical disorder. The clinical dysfunction of voyeurism is having intense, recurrent urges and behaviors involving spying or observing an unsuspecting individual who is naked or disrobing or clothed and simply unaware of taking crotch photos. Examples of this are being predatory like hyper sexualizing watching and taking photos of someone in a changing room or bathroom. As a result, Peeping Tom laws generally make it a crime to view and/or photograph (including film) a person without his or her consent. Statutes differ from state to state. Case in point, in the state of Georgia, it is a felony and if convicted it is punishable by law and you could get one to five years in prison or a fine up to $10,000.00 or both. I get it for this is super invasive of your privacy. The act is to prove the intent to commit a crime. If the suspect was on another
Person’s property to retrieve their dog that broke away and saw people in the window they may not be guilty of being a peeping tom. However, if the suspect stays there to spy and leer upon the people then they could be guilty. [But], if you are taking pictures up women’s skirts or jacking your dick while watching someone take a piss at a urinal, that could be problematic. If your fetish involves another individual, explicit consent is urged and should be obtained to cover yourself legally.
Yo, confession time though…
Confession #1: I have attended a sex party before to satisfy my curiosity and mos def not to participate. I felt watching live sex show would be titillating and it was. It was only when stray and random hands beginning to grab me to pull me into this nest of writhing bodies I was out.
Confession #2: Several years ago I had a hot episode at the urinals in the Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson Airport men’s room. The first time was so fuking random. It was the men’s restroom at the top of the escalator ride from taking the shuttle from the concourses to baggage claim. I did a beeline to that bathroom for I had a long flight and the urge to go hit me once I got to baggage. Instinctively, I did not violate any man laws so I allowed at least one empty urinal at either side of me before I relieved myself. This attractive guy came into the restroom seconds after I did and went to my immediate right at the urinal bank. I began to notice a constant gesture. I glanced over, peripherally, and caught him stroking his dick. It took a moment for me to realize what was happening. This immediately made me nervous as I was thinking “WTF is happening right now?” No one was near us so there was a sense of excitement. Here was an attractive guy…married (for I saw the gold band), and he was holding, too.
He was into it, into me and I surrendered. I began to stroke my dick until my shyt swole-up. He stopped and slid his dick back in his trousers and motioned for me to follow him. I quickly slid my dick back in my jeans to follow him. I was lured by the fantasy being realized and in allowing myself to be present in the moment, I was down. He stepped into the last stall on the right. I moved behind him. He pulled his dick out and began stroking again but this time pulled me in closer. I pulled my dick out and he reached for it and stroked it. I felt his firm grip while he pulled. Then he put both of our dicks together and was stroking with both hands while he leaned in madd close. I felt his breath and heard every moan then he leaned in to kiss me. I was thinking, “Yo, this is some hot shyt right here!” He grabbed my hand to place it on his dick as he held mine. Cut to us shooting that nutt all on the wall and over the backside of that raised toilet seat. He reached over and pulled off like a three foot length of toilet paper and shared half with me to wipe off. He gathered himself together and left as quickly as he came. We didn’t exchange names or contact info. It was an aggressive intimacy between two men. It was sexy and being responsive to connecting physically with another attractive person. The allure of it being taboo and the risk made it one hot scene for sure.
Now, there are partitions between the urinals and at one time a heavy police presence (plainclothes and uniformed officers). Years ago, there were sting operations that made it on the local news. I guess someone posted something on Squirt.org about that restroom specifically being a cruising spot. So, for the sake of the public’s safety there will be no sex in the Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson airport bathroom.
So, whether your pleasure is voyeurism or any other fetish exploring your desires is healthy and expressive to pursue. Get your freak on and freak out.
By the way; what is your fetish?
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