“Is that something that turns you on?” Will asked. “Being watched?””

“No,” I said. Then, after a moment, I added, “Well, a little bit. Not being watched, exactly, but… ” I paused, trying to find the right way to explain myself. “I like the idea of being spotted from afar, of someone catching a glimpse of me from a distance.”

Will watched me closely as I spoke, but I couldn’t quite read his thoughts. Did he approve, or was he disappointed that I wasn’t more of an exhibitionist? Or was he completely turned off by the idea of being watched at all? His prolonged silence didn’t help me figure out the answer, and he was giving me no physical clues about his feelings, either.

I was starting to squirm under his gaze, so I finally... Read More