Last day I was standing by the window on the third floor of an apartment building – the next building was maybe 100 feet away. And… I may have seen some people watching. Before you judge, I know I’m not the only one who’s ever done this. I’d never do it at home where my neighbors might recognize me, but here… it felt different. It was weirdly thrilling seeing into all those windows – boys of all ages – just going about their business, completely unaware they had an audience. The most exciting moments were when someone would start undressing, totally unselfconscious. There was something electric about watching private moments I wasn’t supposed to see.
Part of me feels guilty about it – I know it’s not exactly right. But another part can’t help remembering how my heart raced every time someone peeled off another layer, completely oblivious. It’s not something I plan to make a habit of… but I won’t pretend I didn’t enjoy it at the moment. The weirdest part? Knowing that somewhere out there, someone might be watching me the same way right now. Gives me chills just thinking about it.

❝Have you ever accidentally seen someone naked through a window?