He never referred to himself as such, but my ex was a bit of an exhibitionist. The only curtain in his apartment was for the shower — his windows were all bare. It was one of the first things I noticed when he led me into his bedroom after our first date. His bed was positioned directly in front of a window, which faced the street and the apartment buildings across the way.
I was a little leery about this because I worried if someone saw us going at it they might take a video on their phone, but any concerns I had quickly disappeared as he stood behind me and began kissing my neck and biting my earlobes, whispering about how he’d been wanting to fuck me all night. He took off my sweater and ran his hands over my tits, pausing to gently pinch my nipples through my bra, before kneeling to pull off my leggings. I wasn’t wearing panties so he could instantly feel how wet I already was. He turned me around, sat me on the edge of his bed, and pushed open my legs. I laid back as he flicked his tongue over my clit and slipped a finger into my pussy. I felt myself tighten and he slid in a second finger, then a third, and said “if you’re this tight on my fingers I can’t wait to feel you on my cock.” I replied “then don’t,” hoping he was already hard and would fuck me right then and there. I was drenched and feeling that familiar ache of wanting to be filled, and he didn’t disappoint. He quickly undressed, put on a condom, knelt down, gave my clit one last lick, and slid his cock into me. He fucked me slowly, reaching up to fondle me over my bra, putting the fingers that were inside me into my mouth so I could taste myself.