voy·eur noun \vwä-ˈyər, vȯi-ˈər\
: a person who gets sexual pleasure from secretly watching other people have sex
: a person who likes seeing and talking or writing about something that is considered to be private
One of the things I love when Princess and I are in the Antwerp Fetish Café during the Fetish Lounge Parties is watching other people play.
It is fascinating to observe other Dom’s playing with their slaves or subs, undressing them, the whipping, the spanking, the moaning and hands sliding between obviously wet thighs.
Sitting at the bar and peeking at a Dom whose sub is sitting on her knees giving Him head is arousing and visually overwhelming.
There is no real sex though, in the Fetish Café and with that I mean fucking.
That is a pity because I enjoy watching people have sex. It is yummy eye candy.
I find it extremely exciting and it is a powerful visual drug too; one I crave on as a starving vampire yearning for blood.
Fortunately Princess finds this also very stimulating.
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ex·hi·bi·tion·ism noun \ˌek-sə-ˈbish-ə-niz-əm\
a : a perversion in which sexual gratification is obtained from the indecent exposure of one’s genitals (as to a stranger)
b : an act of such exposure
: the act or practice of behaving so as to attract attention to oneself
I have less experience with this part but I am very sure I would enjoy people observing us, Princess and I, while we are playing or having sex.
When we go to the Antwerp Fetish Café one of my pleasures is having Princess dressed very sexy and later on undressing her while she is tied to something. I love showing the beauty of her body.
I’m not sure about Princess’ feelings but I guess she would also find pleasure in being watched.
Let me be clear though. I do not want Princess to be touched, even by the gasp of a masturbating male spectator.
Well, to be honest, I would not mind, in a controlled environment, you know, trust and so on, Princess experimenting with a woman. It has nothing to do with sexism, this woman/woman idea. I just don’t want Princess to be touched by another man, as in my mind it is a completely different thing.
For the record, I do not want to be touched either. Not by a man. Not by another woman.
My body, mind, soul and spirit belong only to Princess and I would cherish the idea to be the sole owner of her body.
My most intense fantasy would be seeing Princess kiss a lady. I imagine it being a long and intense dance of yearning tongues, hands caressing aching skin and nipples hardening, longing for the touch of a tongue or squeezing fingers.
I downloaded a photo yesterday, found it on Tumbler but have no idea whom the author is.
This image visually impacted me very much and inspired me writing this blog post.