I have Peeping Tom. Silly boy thinks I don’t know all about him, but why does he think I leave the curtains in my bedroom open and the lights on when I undress or when I take a bubble bath? It’s why I take my time and make sure there he gets a lovely frontal view as I pull off my dress from time to time. All for you my sweet.
In the more clement weather he lurks in the bushes at the back of the house where he has a clear view of my bedroom windows. He has to stretch a bit to get a view of the tub, but pleasures earned are even more delightful aren’t they? And I ignore the rustling noises, the over turned bucket and footprints the next morning.
This winter had to be particularly difficult on him. With all the snow he would leave a much too obvious trail to his usual spying spot and it has been too cold to lurk as well. I know he has binoculars and spies from his window trying to get a glimpse through the trees. I try to oblige him all I can, but there are limits on what I can do to help without revealing that I know he is watching and that would spoil the game.
Spring is just around the corner and I feel sure that my Peeping Tom will be back just as soon as he can and I will happily indulge his voyeurism.
