Watching the football captain make love to his cheerleader girlfriend turns on this novice voyeur like nothing he’s ever experienced.

My love of voyeurism began in my junior year of college, in a rooming house just off campus. The building was quite old, and when I moved in, I noticed a small electric fan built directly into the back wall of my closet, between the top shelf and the ceiling. Curious, I dragged over my desk chair and found that by standing on it I could easily see between the blades of the fan into the next room. I didn’t give it another thought until a few months later.

The captain of the football team occupied the room beside mine. His name was Martin. We never said more than hello to each other, though he seemed amiable enough. He wasn’t standoffish like some of the guys who played... Read More