I’m this close to believing I’m a voyeur. I think big glass window in a room is my fetish. But hopefully, this is just because I love to observe people. Or I dearly hold a dream this room can bring: the sudden gush of wind while my lover hugs me from the back and we’re gazing outside. :)
Literally just fainted and died and then came back from the dead and fainted and died again. That window is .. wow