Sometimes I just sit and watch the world through my window, marveling at how every single person walking by is a perfectly willing participant in my fantasies. That jogger with the powerful thighs, the delivery driver with the thick forearms, the neighbor tending her garden. I could open this window, call any of them up here, and have them begging to eat my cunt or let me fuck their ass raw within minutes. And they'd thank me for the privilege. The absolute power of that knowledge is a better high than any orgasm. Might test that theory later.