hadn’t planned on coming home to masturbate in my living room after work, but sometimes you read a good book and the next thing you know you’re finger fucking yourself on the couch with one leg propped over the arm, hoping your little peeping tom neighbors in the apartment building beside you aren’t chomping down on a handful of freshly popped popcorn watching the show. And then perhaps the other part of you is like fuck it, let them watch and you don’t know what turns you on more.
