People often ask if I’m an exhibitionist or a voyeur. I’m not entirely sure why I’d be one or the other, I’m both of these things. But if you really push me then I’m probably more of a watcher.
I’m one of those people who loves to sit and watch the world go by anyway. Be it in a busy town centre at a coffee shop, or on the beach watching the ships sail by. So it comes quite naturally to me.
What is it about watching that I love so much? Well, what isn’t there to love. Watching someone else is really hot, especially when that someone is your partner. You learn so much more about them from just observing them. How they move, what they enjoy and so on. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t sit there with a clipboard taking notes, well, I would if they wanted me to. I’m often silently watching with my hand in my pants stroking my clit.
You get to see them from a different angle. I’m often too busy burying his cock in my mouth to notice the way his toes curl. And I can’t see how the muscles on his back ripple as he fucks me because I’m too busy looking into his eyes or mine are rolling in pleasure.
I get to watch what others do to him. Do they do things differently, do something I’ve not tried but could do in future. Sometimes this can be hard. Sometimes my brain tells me I’m not as good as them. I know this is my brain being evil and I’m always reassured this isn’t the case but sometimes it’s hard not to listen.
Mostly, I enjoy watching him experience something different to what I give him. I love him exploring different aspects to himself. It makes me happy he gets to explore kinks I don’t share with him.
I love watching him push needles into other willing ‘victims’. I love watching his demeanour change. Making sure they’re ok before finding his groove, watching how his eyes soften and then intensify. I love watching him spank and cane other people, I love how he observes their reactions and is sensitive to their needs, slowing down or speeding up.
I love how he glances over at me, checking in to make sure I’m happy. Or looking at me with a quizzical “this is a different reaction than I’m used to, am I doing it right” look. I love that he looks to me for support, even though it’s clearly not needed.
As I said, watching is really fucking hot. How could I not enjoy being a watcher?