anonymous in Exhibitionism & Voyeur

An erotic tale of passion and desire.

The first thing I noticed was the temperature difference. Behind the one-way glass, the air was kept five degrees cooler, as if the room itself wanted to keep its observers alert, sharp-eyed, read...

The first time I photographed her, it was just supposed to be a joke. She was lying across my bed, shirt half-buttoned, laughing at something I'd said—some dumb comment about how she looked like a...