Doing things we aren’t supposed to has long been a satisfying factor for many of us. One person I talked to recently was alone in his apartment over the holidays and making the most of his roommates absence by masturbating in their beds, into their panties and even cumming in their coffee mugs, which of course he said he washed out afterwards, he just wanted to think of the next time he saw them drink from that mug that he had cum in it and them not know about what he’d done.
He told me how he humped their pillows and came on their comforters, I was horrified at the actions he was describing, the invasion of privacy, of him doing this to their most intimate things and having fun while doing so. I’m sure they’d have been even more horrified if they had any clue what was going on. He wasn’t stealing anything, or destroying it, just defiling it in a way only he would know about. Some do take pleasure from such actions.
I can think of how I read online about a bartender that was fired after it was discovered that before serving drinks to the customers he was actually swirling his dick around in them. You hear things like that and wonder where people’s heads are at that they could even think of doing such things, yet I’m thinking a lot more goes on than we will ever know and we are likely better of not knowing. Everything we encounter would be filled with fear and apprehension if we thought ones were doing things like this. His roommates were coming back soon though, so his playing in all their rooms was going to be ending. He actually gave me their names and told me to pick which ones room to go in and masturbate in. People have too much free time on their hands if you ask me.
