The time I got caught . . .

. . . It was around three in the morning. I'd been edging to porn at that point for most of the previous day, so easily inside double digits. I was so horned up that I just had to take a huge risk. Feeling my heart thudding in my chest accompanied by labored breathing, I slipped outside and went to the back yard. I positioned a chair in the middle of the lawn. I'm fairly sheltered there, except for one angle that has line-of-site with a street and a neighbor's frosted bathroom window. There I sat, legs thrown over the arm rests, pumping my fleshlight up and down. In the dead of night you could clearly hear the sloppy sounds of my lubed up fleshlight. Because I just had the single line of sight to worry about, I faced the chair that way so I could duck if I saw headlights. I did not account for people on foot!

To the left of the road's line-of-sight there is a big wooden fence. A car was parked at the exit of a driveway on the other side of that fence. Someone was had walked past me and I didn't hear them. I didn't even notice them until they turned to face their car's driver-side door. They saw me at the same time as I saw them. Panicked, I dropped to my belly, and out of line-of-sight behind terrain features, and army crawled our of the yard.

I could not believe it had happened. Someone had seen the real me, the risky exhibitionistic porn addict, pumping their fleshlight, fully exposed.

I left a deposit to the Wank Bank last night. What a rush! It is a similar feeling to exposing myself physically. I will be doing so more, now.