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2020.04.14 09:01 Edwardthecrazyman Voyeur apartment cam

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People at their most vulnerable help me get my rocks off. There is no way to pretty that up in the slightest so I don't intend to.
It started years ago when I found cam girls on the internet. I could interact with them, pay them, demand certain sexual poses from them for the money, but at a certain point, that felt too similar to regular pornography. It wasn't enough. There wasn't any kind of risk to it. I might as well hire a prostitute. I wanted the real deal. I wanted the amateur quality that you can't get out of porn or cam girls. I wanted reality. Vulnerability. A person's essence. I wanted to know them better than anyone else. It's really quite beautiful.
So I took the huge windfall of cash after my father's passing and bought an apartment complex with wide hollow walkways hidden within the walls for maintenance workers to shimmy through. Perfect.
I renovated the place, making the hidden walkways more comfortable, drilling holes in the ceiling over every bedroom, setting up surveillance equipment. I would have people paying me to prey on them. Within six months after the initial purchase of the property, I was able to begin looking over applicants. The first several were families or single men. I pondered as to whether or not I should shred these applications, but figured it may look strange if the entire complex was occupied by single women. Without a question, I did not want to draw any attention. So I began doing background checks and drawing up agreements.
Ten rooms. Two of them with women. One blonde. One red head. I watched them when they showered. I watched them when they would get ready for work. I watched them when they slept sometimes. It was orgasmic. The sheer pleasure I received from looking upon their mostly still forms while they lay in their beds is beyond description. That was the beginning, really. Then I moved on. They bored me. So I moved on to the men. Then the families. Don't get your panties in a bunch, you freaking saints. I never watched the children shower or use the bathrooms. I never watched the children sleep. They were off limits.
But the things that men do, and yes it's mostly the men that do it, are lots of fun to watch. When they believe they are entirely alone and they strip themselves down to their skivvies and click over into the incognito mode on their phones or computers. Some of them like to look at the strangest things. Delightful. It may make your skin crawl but it makes my ripple and quiver.
I took up in one of the units. The only one on the very top floor. It was a nice place. I'd had the workers take all the walls down so that I had one massive floor. One corner had my desktop with the monitors. When I wasn't squeezed into the walls or ceilings of my tenants, I was sitting there. I made sure that the door to my unit was very secured. What with its many locks and steel frame.
Then that urge I've lived with my entire life came back. Looking in on those people was no longer enough. I exercised my right as their landlord to check in on the unit while they were away. Sometimes I would eat cereal out of their cabinets or curl up in their beds. The smell of these strangers was intoxicating. I wanted to swallow their sheets and choke on them. I wanted to strip down and have them walk in on me with my birthday suit entirely exposed to them. How delightful.
I hid in the red head's bedroom closet. She was messy, using the closet sparingly, instead opting to drop her clothes on the floor like some mish mash rug of sporadic clothing. I stayed in their for two days without her knowing it, using one of her tall leather boots as a waste receptacle. I am sure she will find it soon enough. How delightful.
I stole one of the male tenants cats. He notified me of it and I responded that we had a zero tolerance policy on pets. He dropped the issue immediately, stuttering something about how he was just cat sitting. Don't worry. I keep the cat in my fish tank.
Sometimes I take the blonde's tennis shoes and wear them around town. I know I'll be caught one day. I know it, but don't care. That's a part of the allure, don't you understand? It's so delightful.
For about the last week, I'd taken a hiatus from tormenting my tenants from the shadows. My unit needed to be cleaned as I'd been so entirely preoccupied on this titillating hobby of mine. I wiped the dried fluids off the underside of my desk. I mopped and did my laundry. The strong smell of freshly cut onions stuffed beneath my arms had begun to follow me everywhere I'd go. A well respected landlord of this little community couldn't be going about like that, now could he?
I found a camera lens in the drain of my shower. It was something I'd almost missed, but it was there. It shined, peeking at me from the little metal cross section in the drain. Strange. I had never implemented any surveillance in my own unit.
The demo of the shower was quick work. I removed the plastic tub and found that the camera was attached to all manner of wiring underneath. They ran into the walls and upon further inspection, I found that one of the wires ran the length of the wall in my unit until it exited the inside of the wall again through a hole I'd never noticed before. The wire ran directly into the back of my computer. I'd never seen the port. It wasn't ethernet. It wasn't USB. I couldn't find anything online about the kind of wire I was dealing with at all. I rebooted the computer and found a program on the desktop I'd never seen before. It pulled up a video feed.
There was gaunt sickly man sitting in a swivel chair at a desk with too many monitors. The camera was peering in at him from somewhere behind. I lifted my arm over my head while looking at the monitor. The man in the feed did the same.
It was me.
I moved across the room, watching the man in the feed mimic my motions. Where was that damned camera? It took a little trial and error and a lot of me looking back at the monitor to see where I was relative to the camera angle, but I eventually found the thing snugly tucked away in the vent on the wall opposite the desk. It was well beyond my understanding of tech. The camera was no larger than my thumb.
The small camera smashed into a thousand tinier pieces as I pelted it against the wall. The speakers at my desk squeaked and I dashed back over to the desk, sitting in my swivel chair. The screen was black now. I alt f4-ed out of the program and it stuttered before closing.
I then went to the surveillance program I used on my tenants and clicked it open. All of the monitors came to life at once with live video feed from the units below. Eyes stared back at me from all of them.
Without realizing it, I reared back in the chair and flipped onto the floor. Slowly, I crept back over the edge of the desk to look at the feed. They were dead eyes. No. They were never alive. They were all mannequins. Motionless, porcelain white skin, staring through those illusive cameras I'd set up. I moved to the nearest window and peeked out through the blinds. The complex's parking lot was empty except for my own blue Mazda.
I shut the computer off, trying to get my breathing under control.
After staring at the blank screens for about an hour, I decided to physically check in on my tenants. Apartment after apartment. Nothing but frozen mannequins. Some of them were pressed against spots that I knew had hidden cameras, some of them were in the middle of daily routines they would never finish. One stood over a plate of scrambled eggs at a kitchen counter. Another lay in bed with their eyes staring directly up into the ceiling.
I retreated back to my unit, being sure to secure every single lock in the door. I turned the computer back on and clicked from camera to camera. Every single mannequin was gone.
Instead there was a message scrawled on paper and placed in front of each of the cameras. The word repeated in every camera, in every frame.
Hi. Was all it said.
My stomach churned. My mouth was dry. The familiar smell of thick sweat broke out. This was not delightful.
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2020.04.14 08:57 Edwardthecrazyman Voyeur apartment cam

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People at their most vulnerable help me get my rocks off. There is no way to pretty that up in the slightest so I don't intend to.
It started years ago when I found cam girls on the internet. I could interact with them, pay them, demand certain sexual poses from them for the money, but at a certain point, that felt too similar to regular pornography. It wasn't enough. There wasn't any kind of risk to it. I might as well hire a prostitute. I wanted the real deal. I wanted the amateur quality that you can't get out of porn or cam girls. I wanted reality. Vulnerability. A person's essence. I wanted to know them better than anyone else. It's really quite beautiful.
So I took the huge windfall of cash after my father's passing and bought an apartment complex with wide hollow walkways hidden within the walls for maintenance workers to shimmy through. Perfect.
I renovated the place, making the hidden walkways more comfortable, drilling holes in the ceiling over every bedroom, setting up surveillance equipment. I would have people paying me to prey on them. Within six months after the initial purchase of the property, I was able to begin looking over applicants. The first several were families or single men. I pondered as to whether or not I should shred these applications, but figured it may look strange if the entire complex was occupied by single women. Without a question, I did not want to draw any attention. So I began doing background checks and drawing up agreements.
Ten rooms. Two of them with single women. One blonde. One red head. I watched them when they showered. I watched them when they would get ready for work. I watched them when they slept sometimes. It was orgasmic. The sheer pleasure I received from looking upon their mostly still forms while they lay in their beds is beyond description. That was the beginning, really. Then I moved on. They bored me. So I moved on to the men. Then the families. Don't get your panties in a bunch, you freaking saints. I never watched the children shower or use the bathrooms. I never watched the children sleep. They were off limits.
But the things that men do, and yes it's mostly the men that do it, are lots of fun to watch. When they believe they are entirely alone and they strip themselves down to their skivvies and click over into the incognito mode on their phones or computers. Some of them like to look at the strangest things. Delightful. It may make your skin crawl but it makes mine ripple and quiver.
I took up in one of the units. The only one on the very top floor. It was a nice place. I'd had the workers take all the walls down so that I had one massive floor. One corner had my desktop with the monitors. When I wasn't squeezed into the walls or ceilings of my tenant's living quarters, I was sitting there. I made sure that the door to my unit was very secured. What with its many locks and steel frame.
Then that urge I've lived with my entire life came back. Looking in on those people was no longer enough. I exercised my right as their landlord to check in on the units while they were away. Sometimes I would eat cereal out of their cabinets or curl up in their beds. The smell of these strangers was intoxicating. I wanted to swallow their sheets and choke on them. I wanted to strip down and have them walk in on me with my birthday suit entirely exposed to them. How delightful.
I hid in the red head's bedroom closet. She was messy, using the closet sparingly, instead opting to drop her clothes on the floor like some mish mash rug of sporadic clothing. I stayed in their for two days without her knowing it, using one of her tall leather boots as a waste receptacle. I am sure she will find it soon enough. How delightful.
I stole one of the male tenants cats. He notified me of it and I responded that we had a zero tolerance policy on pets. He dropped the issue immediately, stuttering something about how he was just cat sitting. Don't worry. I keep the cat in my fish tank.
Sometimes I take the blonde's tennis shoes and wear them around town. I know I'll be caught one day. I know it, but don't care. That's a part of the allure, don't you understand? It's so delightful.
For about the last week, I'd taken a hiatus from tormenting my tenants from the shadows. My unit needed to be cleaned as I'd been so entirely preoccupied on this titillating hobby of mine. I wiped the dried fluids off the underside of my desk. I mopped and did my laundry. The strong smell of freshly cut onions stuffed beneath my arms had begun to follow me everywhere I'd go. A well respected landlord of this little community couldn't be going about like that, now could he?
I found a camera lens in the drain of my shower. It was something I'd almost missed, but it was there. It shined, peeking at me from the little metal cross section in the drain. Strange. I had never implemented any surveillance in my own unit.
The demo of the shower was quick work. I removed the plastic tub and found that the camera was attached to all manner of wiring underneath. They ran into the walls and upon further inspection, I found that one of the wires ran the length of the wall in my unit until it exited the inside of the wall again through a hole I'd never noticed before. The wire ran directly into the back of my computer. I'd never seen the port. It wasn't ethernet. It wasn't USB. I couldn't find anything online about the kind of wire I was dealing with at all. I rebooted the computer and found a program on the desktop I'd never seen before. It pulled up a video feed.
There was gaunt sickly man sitting in a swivel chair at a desk with too many monitors. The camera was peering in at him from somewhere behind. I lifted my arm over my head while looking at the monitor. The man in the feed did the same.
It was me.
I moved across the room, watching the man in the feed mimic my motions. Where was that damned camera? It took a little trial and error and a lot of me looking back at the monitor to see where I was relative to the camera angle, but I eventually found the thing snugly tucked away in the vent on the wall opposite the desk. It was well beyond my understanding of tech. The camera was no larger than my thumb.
The small camera smashed into a thousand tinier pieces as I pelted it against the wall. The speakers at my desk squeaked and I dashed back over to the desk, sitting in my swivel chair. The screen was black now. I alt f4-ed out of the program and it stuttered before closing.
I then went to the surveillance program I used on my tenants and clicked it open. All of the monitors came to life at once with live video feed from the units below. Eyes stared back at me from all of them.
Without realizing it, I reared back in the chair and flipped onto the floor. Slowly, I crept back over the edge of the desk to look at the feed. They were dead eyes. No. They were never alive. They were all mannequins. Motionless, porcelain white skin, staring through those illusive cameras I'd set up. I moved to the nearest window and peeked out through the blinds. The complex's parking lot was empty except for my own blue Mazda.
I shut the computer off, trying to get my breathing under control.
After staring at the blank screens for about an hour, I decided to physically check in on my tenants. Apartment after apartment. Nothing but frozen mannequins. Some of them were pressed against spots that I knew had hidden cameras, some of them were in the middle of daily routines they would never finish. One stood over a plate of scrambled eggs at a kitchen counter. Another lay in bed with their eyes staring directly up into the ceiling.
I retreated back to my unit, being sure to secure every single lock in the door. I turned the computer back on and clicked from camera to camera. Every single mannequin was gone.
Instead there was a message scrawled on paper and placed in front of each of the cameras. The word repeated in every camera, in every frame.
Hi. Was all it said.
My stomach churned. My mouth was dry. The familiar smell of thick sweat broke out. This was not delightful.
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2019.12.04 07:31 user_4587 Voyeur apartment cam

So, this has been driving me a little cray cray for the past few days. My girlfriend of 6 months is currently on vacation with a friend of hers (f, 30-ish). Thanks to social media we keep in contact every day. On the third day she told me that she was gonna go on a tour on the island she's on. When I asked what kind of tour (boat tour, ATV tour, Segway tour, car tour, bus tour, helicopter tour?) she said a private tour. With two guys (40's, m), "new friends", they met on the island. Immediately something started to feel off. I told her to send some identifying information, full name, ID, car plates, because my gut didn't believe that two guys would just take the time out of their day to give some random tourists a tour. She didn't do that. Later she send me a picture to verify that she was still OK. From the balcony of one of the dudes apartment. The next day she told me that one of the dudes, who went back to his home country, offered them his apartment for the rest of their stay. For free. When I confronted her about it, still mostly with her safety in mind, she gave me a line about "backpacker life, getting favors like this is how everybody travels cheaply" and "trust her and her friend to be aware". She also told me that the dudes were married and fathers of teenagers and grown up children.
Now, I'm a firm believer of "nothing is free in this world" and "if it's too good to be true, it is". So in my mind there are a couple of possible scenarios:

  1. Dudes wanted to kidnap them. Not the case since it's been a few days now and we're still in daily contact.
  2. Dudes wanted to sleep with them and got rejected. In that case it wouldn't make sense to let them stay in the apartment. Again, they met on the island so it's not that it's just a favor for an old friend.
  3. Dude who owned the apartment slept with her friend. Would make some sense, since he's the one who did most favors (the other one seemingly only drove the car on the day of the tour, could've done it as a favor for his friend), and her friend is single from what I know.
  4. Both dudes slept with both girls. This would mean my GF cheated and in that case we're done.
  5. There's something else going on that I'm missing. Maybe Apartment guy installed a voyeur cam in the bathroom or something. Or they're browsers of /usedpanties and they did the favors in exchange for underwear. Or maybe the guys just wanted the girls to piss on them or something. Gross but not really cheating I suppose.
  6. I'm being paranoid. I do tend to overthink things. But if I'm honest I think most guys would at least raise an eyebrow if their girlfriend got favors from a random dude on her vacation.
So there it is. I have no idea what to think. When she's back we'll have a good face2face conversation about this. She has been a fantastic girlfriend for the entire time we've been together, I don't wanna jump to conclusions when I cannot prove anything. She also really doesn't seem like the type to cheat, since she cannot lie to save her life (or she's 10 steps ahead and wants me to think that). So if something happens it'll likely surface sooner or later. But for now I'm curious what the internet thinks of this bizarre situation.
TL;DR: Girlfriend is on vacation with a friend. They get a free tour of the island and get to stay in the apartment of one of the guys who goes back to his home country. Without having to pay rent. Nothing is free in this world. So since they're not kidnapped a voice inside me thinks she might have cheated.
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2019.10.29 20:51 Yellowbricktoad2 Voyeur apartment cam

So short backstory; we’ve been together 6 years. He prefers to watch webcam porn which has caused me to feel extremely insecure, but I feel undeniably crossed a line when he purchased tokens on chaturbate while away for work for 3 months, and went live on cam himself.
I’ve gotten on cam with him before, to try and prevent him from keeping it a secret and wanting to get on cam himself. We’ve done it maybe 2-: times and he seems happy,but will never ask me to join him again and regresses back to viewing it in secret and doesn’t bring it up like it’s something he’s wanting to do together. Or if he has ever mentioned it it’s a one off comment, not “let’s actually do this right now.” Maybe I’m supposed to show enthusiasm or engage it, maybe he feels weird.
I’m at a crossroads between deciding if this seems like a type of fetish I can include myself in.. Or if I kidding myself and feeding into negative behavior? Is it common for men to share a desire to be on cam/have sex with their partner on cam? I’d really like the mindset explained to me..
Tl;dr my boyfriend is a voyeur. For years he’s watched webcam porn and we’ve gone live before but it always seems to become secretive and his personal thing.. not sure if he doesn’t think I’m interested so he backs off, or if I’m not really apart of the fantasy. Also if anyone knows anything about voyeurisum and could explain this to me through their perspective I’d appreciate that as well
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2019.10.29 20:35 Yellowbricktoad2 Voyeur cam apartment

So short backstory; we’ve been together 6 years. He prefers to watch webcam porn which has caused me to feel extremely insecure, but I feel undeniably crossed a line when he purchased tokens on chaturbate while away for work for 3 months, and went live on cam himself.
I’ve gotten on cam with him before, to try and prevent him from keeping it a secret and wanting to get on cam himself. We’ve done it maybe 2-: times and he seems happy,but will never ask me to join him again and regresses back to viewing it in secret and doesn’t bring it up like it’s something he’s wanting to do together. Or if he has ever mentioned it it’s a one off comment, not “let’s actually do this right now.” Maybe I’m supposed to show enthusiasm or engage it, maybe he feels weird.
I’m at a crossroads between deciding if this seems like a type of fetish I can include myself in.. Or if I kidding myself and feeding into negative behavior? Is it common for men to share a desire to be on cam/have sex with their partner on cam? I’d really like the mindset explained to me..
Tl;dr my boyfriend is a voyeur. For years he’s watched webcam porn and we’ve gone live before but it always seems to become secretive and his personal thing.. not sure if he doesn’t think I’m interested so he backs off, or if I’m not really apart of the fantasy.
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2017.07.11 13:13 vivilaveux Cam apartment voyeur

Okay so I have worked as a camera before and it did pretty well I wish I wouldn't have worked mornings because it seems like nicer when more people are online in America. However right now I'm looking to get back into it but I don't have internet I just have a phone a decent camera thats about it. I I've worked on MyFreeCams before. I'm also trying to learn how to work the website Patron and how to better understand the mobile version of Reddit and Tumblr as I'm fairly new to technology and grew up rather poor I am not the best at following forums and keeping track of things like that. What are some of the best ways to promote retain reliable customers creating a large and loyal fan base and overall social networking skills do I need to have? You can obviously guess my gender. I would what we would label as petite or skinny. Anal virgin. Submissive but also a switch from brat to dom. Slight exhibitionist. Little bit of voyeurism. Right now I'm in between jobs and I really need the cash and I also somewhat enjoy it there are times when I obviously have clients who are Less Pleasant than others but those few that do make it enjoyable are the only reason I have thought about returning other than my need for cash. Imma seeking advice from clients other models people who have just been apart of the Kink community for several years any and all help would be much appreciated because I feel like I'm just not hitting all the areas that should be and part of that is the social networking but also I don't know what sites are worth working with which one's take percent which ones don't have I find that information how do I know if that's accurate blah blah blah blah blah turn to the famous Reddit congratulations this is my first post and thanks for being apart of it.
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2017.06.21 00:53 captainstuffy Me [23F] with my boyfriend [25 M] of 6 months, don't know how to feel about his porn taste

I know this problem may be a common one from what I have read, but it's the specific porn my bf watches that I can't seem to get over and I have not found any other thread relating to this topic.
I don't watch porn (though I used to before the relationship) but 3 months into the relationship, when I asked my bf if he watched porn, he admitted saying sometimes he did. We discussed it openly for a while. I told him how it makes me uncomfortable, that it feels like betrayal for me etc. He explained he only used it for as a stimulus however also said that the porn he viewed was of scenarios or positions we had done together. This made me feel somewhat better and after a talk he offered to stop, saying he genuinely does not want to make me feel that way.
6 months into it, I go on his search engine to look for something unrelated and find he had been watching cam girls. It was a particular type of amateur cam-girl thing. And on top of it I discovered he had watched it while with me and that it wasn't before our relationship.
This made me feel extremely weird because this obviously wasn't like the porn he was claiming he watched, about 'scenarios of what we did'. He admitted he had a problem in the past, he'd been watching porn for such a long time that he eventually got into more extreme things to try and get off. That he watched other more hardcore things at the same time and it wasn't just this kind, but that he had gotten into this phase. That he doesn't like anything crazy or weird, but that he had just gotten to the point where he was desensitised and looking for new things, and it was about the whole voyeur thing.
But I was uncertain because the reason it made me feel so weird is he kept trying to explain how the fake stuff didn't 'work' anymore, and he was only watching it because it was 'real', however this made it worse for me in my head because I thought that 'I'm real' - why are you searching for other real girls? Porn is supposed to be about fantasy but if you're looking for real girls then how am I not supposed to be threatened by that? Or feel betrayed by that?
Again, he explained that it was just out of habit and on top of it, he explained he had not watched any porn at all since our talk. Few weeks later however I discovered (by accident again) that he had in fact watched porn since the talk, and they were cam videos.
I understand the slip up, that it had been a habit for so long that he couldn’t just stop watching porn immediately but what bugs me is the type of porn.
He explained he 'doesn't want those girls', and it's 'not about the girl', but I am finding it extremely hard to understand how it can not be about the girl when he is watching it specifically for the fact that it's real girls, and on top of it that it's a solo video, how can that not be wrong?
To me that seems different than watching 'porn', and every thread I've seen about this, the advice people always offer is that 'porn isn't like real life so it's just a fantasy', but if the porn he is looking for is specifically for real girls (which he emphasised, they were not porn like), how am I not supposed to feel betrayed by that?
*Side note, we have a very healthy sexual relationship, and the times he has done this is when I wasn't with him. And he is an extremely good boyfriend. Overall we have a very mature relationship. He has never given me any reason to believe he would cheat or hurt me; he is thoughtful, caring, we are basically always together. Apart from this one problem... I feel like we are basically made for each other.
Again, I know I might sound extremely stupid or I don't know, but I am only writing this because I do genuinely care about him and I really don't know how to get over this or see it in a different perspective. And I feel like if I can't get over this or understand it in some way I won't be able to move forward in the relationship.
tl;dr: My bf watches amateur cam girl porn to get off and I don't know how to not feel betrayed by this. He said he watches it because it's 'real' and not 'fake porn' but in my mind this makes it worse because I feel like he is choosing them over me rather than simply having a fantasy.
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2016.04.30 08:44 throwmeaway0515 Voyeur apartment cam

Tl;Dr: I have told my husband over and over that I don't mind if he masturbates. He goes to great lengths to hide it and I don't understand.
So, I am not really sure how to explain this. We have been together a total of 6 years, married for 3 of those, if that's relevant. My husband and I are pretty adventurous sexually...we have toys, light bondage gear, have been to a kink convention, have done cam shows together, and are pretty open talking about porn preferences and fantasies. Sex has dwindled over the years, but in general I am ok with that since we make an effort to maintain intimacy in other ways. He is very much a voyeur, I know when he gets off it is going to be via watching someone masturbate on chaturbate or whatever. I am cool with him flirting with other women via text and Skype, as long as he shows me the messages, and I don't mind if he wants to get off by himself as long as he is honest about it. He knows I'm more into bondage porn and fantasies and I do tell him if I get myself off and make no effort to hide my internet history whatsoever.
But that's the thing. He sneaks around, and I can't figure out why. It drives me insane and also is really hurtful since make such an effort to be open. It is almost like the more open I am, the more he wants to sneak around.
Recent example- I came home from work one night and he pretended to be asleep. He got up when I came in to the bedroom, claiming I had woken him up and he needed to pee...but it was an obvious fake sleepy voice and he had cum on his boxers. When he gets off he typically pulls his boxers up right after so it is pretty obvious(and yeah...he does his own laundry lol) what he has been doing. I said something along the lines of "dude...why are you pretending you were asleep?? I can tell you obviously just masturbated, and you know I have no problem with that so why lie?" He didn't really have an answer. Ever since that incident, he has stopped pulling his boxers up right after. Instead when I come home from work, there will frequently be cum in the toilet. I haven't brought that up yet because I don't know what to say. Is he trying to up his sneakiness?? If so...whyyyy not flush the toilet? I'm just very confused about this behavior.
Also, he used to use his computer for porn watching, and would let me read any Skype or text convo if I felt the need. But he seems to have switched to his phone(will come back to this) or is just deleting all his history and conversations. It is very obvious he is doing this because if I ask to read something, EVERYTHING is deleted, even conversations i was present for such as when he is gaming. What is the point of this? I have no issue with his habits, so what sense does this make?
Then there is this incident that happened a few days ago. The night before our day off, I was talking to him about how sex has dwindled a little bit and why that is. We were talking about how our schedules keep us apart a lot(I work overnights and he works days) and that when one of us is in the mood, the other is sleeping or is tired. Any ways, the next day we had off together. So we are In bed and I was flirting and cuddling with him and stuff, thinking it was going somewhere, but it never got further than that. He basically said that I should take a nap, since it was the time I normally sleep, and that we could spend more time together when I woke up. So I figured he wasn't in the mood. So ok, I will try to nap. He goes to play video games in the livingroom...so I thought. After half an hour or so I couldn't fall asleep so I went out to the living room. Well, I caught my husband jerkin it on the couch to whatever was on his phone. He said "you caught me" and got upset and was apologizing. I was frustrated because he could have just SAID he wanted to masturbate. He claims it was because being in bed with me turned him on. But then...why would he have said I should sleep??
I was hurt but basically I don't even see the point in talking about this anymore, since he doesn't change. I have told him time and time again that it is really hurtful. It has happened before where I am trying to initiate, he turns me down, I go to sleep, and then catch him jerking off later. Everytime, I tell him I wouldn't be upset if he was being honest, but he is sneaky about it and that's what hurts! After that, we continued our day. I attempted to initiate several more times since he said he was horny, only to get absolutely no reaction from him.
Wtf is going on here?? Has anyone been in a similar situation before? If so what was going on? I have tried and tried to talk about this with him but it seems to be in one ear and out the other. I truly want to understand this behavior but I am at a loss. Thoughts?
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2016.04.01 14:54 Saul_Gayman Voyeur apartment cam

Hey, this is kind of from the perspective of Chuck, but dammit if this isn't the place for posts about Chuck fucking someone else then I don't know what is.
Chapter One
I eased the door shut with my foot as I clutched the groceries tightly so as not to drop them. “I’m home!” I shouted into the apartment. I kicked my shoes off next to the door and made my way into the kitchen where I set the groceries on the kitchen table.
“Hey.”
I turned and glared at Jimmy, who stood leaning against the doorway into the kitchen. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of pajama bottoms. Lazy bastard had probably just rolled out of bed. The way his blond hair stuck out in all different directions only helped prove my point. But damn if he didn’t look sexy, I thought as my eyes roamed over his bare chest.
“You get everything?” He yawned and ran his hand through his hair, making it even messier.
“Yeah, no thanks to you.” I turned to the groceries and started taking everything out of the reusable shopping bags. “You could’ve at least helped me bring everything up here, you know.”
Jimmy laughed. “You’re the one who insists on bringing everything up in one trip. There’s no reason you couldn’t have just made a second trip.” Jimmy sighed and came over to help me put the groceries away.
I couldn’t help but glance at him while we worked side by side to put everything in its proper place. I hated when he walked around shirtless. It was so fucking distracting. But what could I do? Go up to my brother and say, “Hey, I can’t get anything done because I’m too busy lusting over your body. Can you put a shirt on?” Yeah, that’d go over real well.
I shook my head to clear the thoughts away. Focus, Chuck! Focus on the task at hand. I took a deep breath and glanced over at Jimmy. “You got work to do today?”
Jimmy nodded as he stuck two boxes of cereal up in the cabinet. “Yeah, I’ve gotta finish up a settlement offer for one of my clients. I’m supposed to send him the final proof today sometime.”
“Ugh, please tell me it’s not another sleazy porn site.” The last time Jimmy had a case with a client it had been for a creepy voyeur site for watching girls pee. I shuddered. I don’t know how Jimmy managed to do that without being sick.
Jimmy laughed and shook his head. “Nah, not this time. It’s for a little Mom & Pop café.” He shrugged. “It wouldn’t matter to me even if it was for a porn site, though. As much as I love working with the local entrepreneurs, they just don't have nearly as deep pockets as the really filthy websites.”
“True. I still think I would’ve worked for less money just so I wouldn’t have to think about that project.”
“How do you think I felt? I’m the one who had all those images and searches saved to my computer. Could you imagine if Marco had come over and asked to borrow my laptop and had seen all that?”
I glanced over at Jimmy to see him grinning at me. I shook my head to hide a grin of my own. Marco, Jimmy's best friend, definitely would’ve thought he was into some kinky shit if he had seen that.
Why can’t he be into me?
Stop! Don’t even go there, I told myself. Jimmy’s straight—get over it already. But no matter how many times I told myself that, I couldn’t help pining for him, especially when he stood only a few feet away without wearing a shirt. Once again I found myself looking over his hairless torso and down at the bulge in his pajamas. I licked my lips at the thought of seeing his dick. I hadn’t seen it since we were teens sharing a bedroom.
My own dick started to rise in my pants. I quickly finished putting the rest of the groceries away and turned so that he wouldn’t see the bulge forming in my pants. “What’re we doing for dinner tonight?” I asked him.
“I’m making chicken alfredo. Sound good to you?”
I nodded. “Sounds good to me.” Jimmy’s alfredo was to die for. Our dad had taught him his recipe when we were growing up, and he made it even better than she did. Restaurants didn’t even come close.
By the time I finished putting away the groceries, my erection had finally gone back down. “I’m gonna go lie in my room and read for a bit,” I said as I stuffed the grocery bags back in the cabinet.
“All right. I’m gonna get dressed and finish up my work.” Jimmy stretched his arms over his head and yawned.
My eyes instantly zeroed in on his exposed torso. I quickly tore my eyes away and headed out of the kitchen. “Catch ya later then,” I said as I disappeared down the hallway.
Chapter Two
I was so relieved when dinner ended that night. It was warm in the apartment, so Jimmy had once again removed his t-shirt. I ended up doing the same, hoping that just maybe Jimmy would glance at me the way I always did at him.
But it was to no avail. Instead, it was all I could do to get through dinner without being caught ogling him. His phone kept going off with text messages though, so I had a few chances to stare at him without worrying about him noticing. Though I really didn’t want to think about who would be texting him.
After dinner, I once again retired to my room to read, hoping that might take my mind off Jimmy. It did little to help, and I could barely focus on the words on the page. I didn’t last more than a few minutes before marking my page and setting it on my nightstand. Instead, I just lay on my bed in my boxers and stared up at the ceiling.
As I rubbed my crotch, my dick hardened beneath the soft cotton. It had been a few days since I had pumped out a load, and my dick was begging for some release. I grabbed my webcam off my desk and hooked it up. I was an exhibitionist at heart and loved it when strangers watched me jerk off. I would’ve much rather had Jimmy watching, but I took what I could get.
Once I had my webcam hooked up and aimed at my crotch, I slid my boxers off. Opening up my internet browser, I typed in “VisiveEncounters.com” and hit enter. I hit the button for random video chat. The screen loaded immediately, and I was shown a picture of a woman’s bare breasts. I hit the next button—I had no interest in breasts.
Most of the chatters were male with nice hard cocks, but they weren’t interested in watching another guy jerk off and quickly “nexted” me. After a minute or two of going through different chatters, a guy came on screen that didn’t click the next button almost instantly. All I could see was his tanned torso and his busy hand just below the screen.
“Nice cock,” he typed.
“Nice abs,” I typed back. “Gonna let me see lower?”
He reached up and lowered his webcam so that his hard cock was in full view. It was an amazing sight. He had to be over seven inches long, and it was covered in precome that was leaking out the head. His hand came back into view and he slowly started rubbing up and down his shaft.
I grabbed a bottle of lube off my desk and squirted some in my hand. Rubbing it all over my dick, I sat back in my chair to enjoy the show. I used one hand to gently massage my balls while the other slowly and methodically slid up and down my shaft.
I imagined that it was Jimmy sitting there stroking his hard cock for me. “Fuck yeah,” I breathed out. I imagined dropping to my knees in front of him, licking up and down his pulsing dick. In my fantasy, I lubed his cock up before bending over his desk and guiding him into me.
He started moving his hips, slowly fucking his fist. He squeezed and twisted his wrist as he moved. More and more precome streamed out from tip, covering his hand and dick. When he moved and turned to give me a different angle, my eyes almost bulged out of my head.
There, on the wall behind him, was the same Family Guy poster I had gotten my brother last year for his birthday. Family Guy was a favorite TV show for both of us and I had fond memories of sitting on the couch having marathons with him. Below the poster were his awards and certificates from when we were in high school.
Holy shit! I really was jerking off with my brother. I hadn’t seen him hard since we were young teens, though I had fantasized about him often. And now that fantasy was finally coming true. Fuck his cock looked amazing. I licked my lips, the fantasy of sucking and fucking him still fresh in my head,
My heart tried to pound its way out of my chest. My dick became even harder. Just knowing that Jimmy was on the other side of the camera was enough to make me want to come instantly. I moved my hand from my dick to avoid coming too quickly, though I kept fondling my balls.
Fuck. I couldn’t believe he liked to jerk off with other guys. I had always wished he was gay, but he had never shown any sign that he was. All through high school he’d had different girlfriends. Even now that we were adults, he always had girls spending night. I could hear them moaning and the bed squeaking through the thin walls of our apartment.
It had stung each time I heard him with his girl of the week. I could never bring myself to meet any of them. They had what I always wanted and I didn’t think I’d be able to stay calm around them. It always drove me insane when we were teens and I’d hear him bragging to his friends.
To see him standing there, jerking his hard cock barely fifteen feet away from me, gave me an adrenaline rush. It was almost as good as jerking off with him in person. I froze at the thought. Would he...? I considered it for a moment before I gulped and typed “brb” into the chat box. I stood up and crept silently out of my room, making sure not to show my face or any revealing details to the camera.
Our apartment wasn’t that large, and his room was right next to mine. After gently shutting my door, I headed the few feet down the hall to stand in front of his door. My dick was still standing out in front of me, hard as a rock.
Just as I was about to knock on the door, I froze. What if he freaked? Should I just go back to my room, turn off my cam, and forget this ever happened? The two of us have been inseparable since we were babies. It was the whole reason we moved in together after we finished college. What if he freaked and wanted to move out?
Losing him like that would be even worse than listening to him with girls. He was my twin, my other half. Things wouldn’t be the same without him right down the hall.
As I stood there, arm ready to knock on the door, my mind drifted back to seeing Jimmy on his webcam. Seeing his hard, throbbing cock in my mind, I felt my own dick twitch. I needed to see him in person, damn the consequences. I wasn’t really thinking clearly, but seeing him naked and hard had made me start thinking with my dick instead of my head.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked on his door. I heard some shuffling around in his room and a moment later the door opened. Jimmy stood before me wrapped only in a towel. As I ran my eyes over his face—the same square jaw and blue eyes as I had—I almost lost my nerve and ran back to my room.
My heart thundered in my chest. How would he react? Would he hit me? Or just yell at me? Would he tell everyone that I was a sick freak?
But when I glanced down and saw the towel was tented out, showing off his obvious erection, I was rooted to the floor. The front of his towel was already becoming damp as his cock continued to leak precome. A fine layer of sweat covered his smooth chest and stomach. His breathing was shallow, making it even more obvious what he had been doing.
“Yeah?” His eyes slowly looked over my body and bulged when he saw my bare hard-on. “Why are you naked?”
“Having fun on your webcam?” I asked.
His brows scrunched up. “How’d you know...?”
“Because you were talking with me.” Oh fuck. Oh fuck. The cat was out of the bag. There was no turning back. I could barely believe that I was standing there, naked and hard, right in front of Jimmy.
Jimmy’s eyes bulged even more. “Chuck... I can explain... I was... uhh...” His throat seemed to have gone dry, and he could no longer form words. His eyes shifted back and forth as if looking for an escape.
I reached out and pulled his towel away. His hard, dripping cock came into view, causing me to involuntarily lick my lips. What would it be like to drop to my knees and suck it, right there in the hallway? “Would you... like to finish what we were doing? In person?” My mouth had gone dry. Would he say yes? Or would he slam the door in my face? God, how I wished he’d say yes.
Jimmy was quiet a moment. His eyes roamed over my body before they met mine. I could see the lust and horniness behind them. His mouth turned up in a slight smile and he nodded. He stepped aside and let me into his room. His laptop was open on his desk still, his webcam pointing at his chair. He had obviously moved it so that he wouldn’t have to stand the entire time. I was a little surprised to see my camera still on his screen. He hadn’t “nexted” me when I walked away. Knowing that Jimmy had enjoyed jerking off with me enough to wait until I returned gave me a thrill.
Seeing Jimmy’s webcam aimed at his chair caused a bulb to light up in my head. “Wanna do it on the cam?”
He nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
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2015.06.18 00:28 tabledresser [Table] IAmA: I'm Shine Louise Houston, an award-winning porn producer and woman of color. AMA!

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Hi! I'm interested in what happens on set. Would you mind running through a brief description? A sort of day-in-the-life? Sure, ror crash pad we do two shoots in a day. I set out snacks and coffee, prep the cameras. Around 10am cast and crew arrive. We go over paper work, take ID photos then talent takes their profile pics for the site. The profile pics can be clothed or nude depending on what they're comfortable with. Note: talent can do do their scene in whatever state of undress they choose. We've had some folks do their scene fully clothed. Then the models usually check in with each other about toys and do's and don'ts. Right before we shoot I go over the fun stuff where I ask them what they'd like to do today. They'll let me know if the scene is going to incorporate BDSM or toys or where they'd like to start in the studio, on the couch, in the living room etc. So once we've loosely map out where and what they want to do we head to set. I usually turn on the live-cam at this point. Our live cam is a bit different than most we don't play to the camera its just a fly on the wall. Members get to see how the magic happens. After the scene talent will take a brake we clean up set and get ready for the post sex interview. In the interview I ask what they liked about the scene, what was challenging, what are their safe-sex practices are and why and why they keep doing porn. I love this part of the day. Then everyone in invited to lunch then we do it all over again for the PM shoot.
Have you had a chance to check out Rashida Jones' new doc "Hot Girls Wanted" and if so, what do you think of its representation of the adult entertainment industry? Its unfortunate that those things happen. I feel bad for those girls. But as a documentary I find it flawed. It focuses on a small portion of the adult industry that employes questionable business practices. This is not reflective of the larger mainstream industry. There are blatant mistruths as well. The statements about condom the law makes it seem like the industry is reckless and unsafe. Then the following text is that the industry is unregulated which is far from the truth. If you are a business in Ca no matter what type you are subject to the same labor laws as everyone else. The industry is also self regulation as far as testing and choices on when to use barriers. The adult industry workers have the lower transmistion rate of STIs than the greater population. What this documentary does is reinforce though misinformation the narrative that we must police and control female sexuality and once again scape goats the adult industry for our societies inability to accept that women have a sexuality. The industry is far from perfect but no industry is. There are folks with good business practices and there are the ones who aren't so great. But this is like saying the tragedy in Bangladesh means the whole clothing industry is evil.
How do you balance your commitment and respect to the community you represent in your films with a strong drive for business and financial success? I respect the community and those in the community that work with me my treating everyone fairly and asking them how they'd like to be represented on the site. We have talent fill out a questionnaire letting us know what pronouns they want used on the site or in promo material. They write their own bio. We are sure to identify them by the words they've chosen be it butch, lesbian, trans or unicorn. It also comes down to ethical business practices. We keep everyone safe by using a combination of testing, barriers and communicating risk. I don't ask talent to do anything they would normally do in their own bedroom.
As for as the financial success I think that came because I've never been super focused on finical success. My first drive is to make good work. Its been great that my work has become successful and now its my full-time job and I have employees but I think if I started to come at this from a place of greed it would all fall apart.
As a woman of color in a executive spot, what are your opinions of Rachael Donezal ( the president of the NCAAP who identifies as black but is white) ? You are a woman if color who must have worked hard and overcame obstacles - does this seem like a slap in the face? Or are you happy for any woman identifying as a woman of color having an influential job? Thanks :) At first I laughed, then I was in shock now I'm pissed. I also don't buy into the use of the term transracial the way Rachel is using it. Race and power don't work in the same ways as gender and power. yes there are intersections but they are not analogous. Heres a good analogy I heard : what if someone cam up to you and said they were a part of your family because they knew your name and who your parents were and then wanted to live in your house and eat your food. On a simplistic level I see it like that. No, she docent have a black experience and what she;s doing is not the same as 'passing'. My mother passes, she has blonde kinky hair and blue eyes but thats for real and folk let her know a llm the time she's not white. I think this Rachel situation has just highlighted everything that's problematic with how this bounty handles race issues.
Ha . correction 'country' handles... typing too quickly :)
Does it make you any less mad knowing she's very mentally ill? =[ She's not so far gone to not know what she's doing. Even someone with a personality disorder needs to be held accountable for damage done. From her history of activism she knows right from wrong so she's not off the hook with me. I wonder more about what will come of all this media attention and weather this have any affect on the perception of actual mixed race folks.
True... i think she's already had an impact... When she first hit news i'd see comments wondering if she might be mixed race. =/ she is clearly just white with a perm and a spray tan... i think a lot of americans don't realize how often they see caucasian features in african americans =[ Somewhere someone in making Rachel DolezalXXX
I'm surprised she didn't discover methoxsalen X.x. Hit her up, worst comes to worse bad press is better than no press =P better yet, star in it, vent your frustrations. Would you hate fuck rachel dolezal?? it is an ask me anything =P. Nope nope and nope not even as a grudge fuck
Wooo you answered!! how do you compete with free sites and cams? We're pretty niche. As far as our style and variety there aren't too many site that are like us. yes theres a lot of free stuff out there to wank to but if you're looking for something different something queer you have to come to our site. I see some of our stuff pirated and we send out DMCA's fairly frequently usually sites comply without a hassle. But I think our fan base is composed of folks who pay for good work. On our newer site Pinklabel.tv we don't do downloads anymore. we're on a rent to own system where content stays in your library not on your hard drive.
As a woman who produces porn, do you feel that you have a mission to disprove people's judgements that porn objectifies women? Short answer, yes. Long answer, I think porn has been made a scape goat for our cultures hang-ups about sex and sexuality. We have movies that make us laugh or cry or excite us through explosions and such but when we have stories about sex people get antsy. Now some people are just never going to like porn ( I don't like slasher movies ) I but I don't think censorship is the answer. We need positive images of sex in all its shade. I think sex is one of the funniest, most awkward and beautiful things that humans do. Also if there were documentaries and articles that wrote about the industry the way it really works and how diverse it is there'd be less opportunity to dump all of our issues onto porn as the big bad problem with society today.
Hey Shine! A few times, I've seen you present "challenges" or "prompts" for plot to regular stars on the Crash Pad Series. Do you think those up ahead of time, or is it more of an on-the-fly energy thing? Are you referring to my secret direction. Yeah I had fun with Syd Blakovich and Dylan Ryan on one shoot with that. That was more on they fly. They'd been on the site a number of times and I was very familiar with their performance so I want to pull new out of the scene. But yes, it was on the fly and I did it because I know them both pretty well. I wouldn't do that with folks I'd never worked with before.
The secret direction for Syd was to get Dylan to have sex in a smarmy kind of way and then have soft and gentle sex with Dylan which is totally opposite from their usually aggressive self. I told Dylan not the give in to Syd. Eventually they just let go of it all and it devolved into a great scene.
Hey just realized that was you Vid! Thanks for the question.
Your work and the profile of the performers on crash pad allowed me to learn my own identity as a non-binary person attracted to masc people. That is something for which I will be forever thankful. Do you often hear or learn of stories such as this, where your work is able to educate as well as entertain? As a supplementary question to what extent do you believe that pornography, especially queer or feminist porn, has a role to teach people about the spectra upon which human identity may sit? Thanks for you question. For the most part I don't have much contact with my audience but I've had some other folks say similar things to me. When I screened Bed Party and the Feminist Porn Conference a cis man told me that that was the first time he'd ever seen himself reflected in porn. In Bed Party theres anal fisting and a non-ejaculatory orgasm in the first 5 min and lots of cis-woman orgasms and in the end its really had for Sebastian ( the cis guy ) to come again and it takes a long time for him to pop in the end and I decided to leave that in. I thought it was really important to show that cis men don't just cum instantly. They're not ready to go at all times. The man at the conference was practically in tears when he approached me. I think feminist porn, queer porn independent porn has the ability to show people the possibilities of what sex and sexual identities can be.
A few questions: what is your new film about? What's going to be different about it? Do you use your own fantasies as fodder for your movies? And Adnan Syed: guilty or not guilty? My new film is a coming out story of sorts wrapped in murder mystery so you'd could say its an erotic thriller, snapshotthefilm.com. Whats different is that I might have a real budget for it so I can spend time really polishing this one. I have a great composer lined up to do the score...really its not the Vogon Spaceships although they might help some. A for my own fantasies I try to keep them out of the picture to let the talents desires shine through but I do tend to center around stories that incorporate voyeurism, I am a voyeur plus High heels are always a good idea. Anyone who knows me know I have shoe/foot fetish in a big way. Adnan...We might never know but I do use Mail Skrimp :)
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