# ~~~ Letter to my Omegle stranger ~~~
Today, I came back early from the market where I had gone with my mother. She had some more errands to run across the city. My sister was at the pool with her friends. My father had left for Moscow a couple of days ago. This could only mean one thing: a couple of hours of freedom from the prying eyes and ears of my clan.
Having the flat to myself gave me complete privacy to let my dirtiest thoughts run free. I want you to know that I am not a complete degenerate, I usually don’t do this sort of thing. Today, I had a feeling deep in my stomach that I was going to do something more daring than anything I had done before.
I think deep down, I am a bit of a voyeur. I like seeing others naked. When my sister or my roommates get changed, I like to observe how their bodies look, imagine how they would move in the fantasies I made up for them. There is something mystical, almost sacred, in observing the revelation of a body for me to worship.