We both live in big city sky rise apartments. Your building across the street from mine, a few floors up, which gives you a perfect view into my window. You are confident I've never seen you, you don't make a habit of making much to see publicly. You've seen me though... oh boy have you seen me.

I have wide tall windows exposing my entire living room, and another smaller window into my adjacent bedroom. The first time I caught your eye was by total accident, but it was hard for you not to notice my date bent over the back of my couch in the living room as I had my way with her from behind. This moment caused you to look down at my window every night.

You began learning my schedule and routine a bit, and you got yourself a pair of binoculars after a few weeks. My window was better than HBO at least once every two weeks, sometimes twice a weekend. It was clear I wasn't in a relationship, as there was different women coming and going. You'd see familiar faces now and then, but nothing indicated I was in an ongoing relationship, and they would rarely stay the night after the fun was done.

Even when I wasn't getting lucky, I would lounge around without a shirt on, showing off a well toned upper half. I could use with a bit more of a tan, but it was easy to overlook some paleness with abs and biceps well toned on display. I have brown hair, that I get buzzcut every few weeks, but sometimes it's grown out long enough to barely run your fingers through. You knew I was tall, because all of my dates would always wear a pair of heels the whole time, and still had to look up at me. It was hard to place my age, you could barely see my hazel eye color. If you had to guess though, you'd assume I was in my mid 30s.

Then one day you notice something when you peer into my window, there are boxes all over... I'm packing things from the kitchen and stuff from the desk that sits in the corner of the living room. I'm moving!

So... you take action. You've watched long enough, time to head across the street and get your turn!

That is the setup of the scene. Along with the writing style I wish to play in, being present tense first person. My kinks are outfits, high heels being a must, risky sex can be great, but if you want a facial I'm all for that as well. Obviously a very willing partner, not into non con. No bathroom stuff or blood. Rough hair pulling and choking are on the table, just ask... no demand... in scene with dialogue.

Jump right into the scene, and bring us to the point where I am answering the door to you. By then I should already know what you look like and what you're wearing. For any woman who responds with effort, I promise to match your message and more!

Talk soon!