The NSA is watching you, and all your dirty little activities (Spying Fantasy)

So, many of you have probably heard about the NSA spying revelations.

One particular story caught my attention: http://blogs.wsj.com/washwire/2013/08/23/nsa-officers-sometimes-spy-on-love-interests/
Of course, this also mingles with a couple other stories:
https://www.aclu.org/technology-and-liberty/whats-wrong-public-video-surveillance (Check out the part titled Voyeurism )
http://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/story?id=5987804&page=1#.UbYGdfZAREw

So, all together, not only is the NSA spying on us all, they are also listening in on our naughty activities for their own personal pleasure.

Now, everyone should be outraged by our invasion of privacy, but me, well, you know where my mind goes. I can just picture the following (No, I have no idea if they can do all of this, I am just reconstructing how I imagine it, and yes, thinking of this happening does turn me on, the thought that they might be doing this to me, but at the same time disgusts me. We are suppose to be secure in our person and home, yet the very government who is suppose to be made for the people, by the people, and of the people, lie to us, spy on us worse than even the Nazi's were capable of, all in the name of "a little security". It is a disgusting violation of our constitutional rights, that creates a human rights violation that the US likes use to claim why they are better than China, North Korea, yet they engage in it themselves, and flat out lie to the American people, the people they are suppose to represent. Anyways, enough ranting, on with my dirty little story):

"...and now I am licking your pussy."

click

"What was that noise?"

"I don't know, but I am almost there. Moan for me sweety."

"Ooooohhhhh, yes, lick it! Lick my clit! Put your fingers in my pussy you dirty boy!"

"Mmmmm."

click

Somewhere at a data center, two men grin ear to ear, listening in on the conversation. Punching in a phone search, they discover my name. Searching again they find my drivers license, then do a name search to find my Facebook.

"Nice!"

"Yeah, we need pass this to the next shift. They should be in soon, wonder if their call will last long enough."

"We always have the recording, if they finish too early."

They look up my IP provider, then track down my IP address.

"Hey, she has a webcam!"

"Turn it on, turn it on!"

Using one of the exploits in my computer, they gain access to my webcam.

"OMG, look at her! She is gorgeous, and naked! Look at what she is doing with that vibrator!"

The guy working the terminal hits the record button, recording me masturbating to my lovers voice, as he whispers naughty, dirty things in my ear.

Their replacements come in, and they quickly flag them over.

"Look at what she is doing! O god, I would love to be that vibrator."

They discuss me, references made of my actions, my breasts, all while, unknown to me, they silently record.

Back at home,

"I'm cumming!"

"Yes baby, cum for me, cum on me, in me, fill me up!"

I climax, listening to his moans and pants as he cums, working my vibrator, mashing it against my clit, then into my pussy, back and forth until I too climax, toes curling, as I lay there, shaking and helpless. All the while, my actions are being passed around in a data center in the opposite side of the country.

One agent is instantly enamored. My voice files, my webcam feed, are all offloaded onto a USB stick, then he leaves his terminal and goes home, logging into the system remotely.

He fires up my webcam, watching me undress for my shower, then coming back out, drying off my wet body.

After a restful night, I wake up, and the webcam fires up again as I wake my sleeping laptop.

Putting a tap on my phone, he listens in on my conversations, mundane, routine, my mom, my boss, my clients. He watches me, tracks me, hopping from CCTV to CCTV, on the subway, in my apartment lobby, watching me, admiring my dress, my legs, the cleavage exposed by my low cut shirt.

He watches me at work, as I make my way to the bathroom, and activates my cell phone camera, watching me watch my phone, reading about the latest bullshit lies from the NSA, as I relieve myself, splashing and plopping, with unlady like noises coming from me. He watches me as I set my phone to the side, and catches glimpses of my bare ass, or bare thigh, as I pull up my panties, every color being stored and recorded in his dirty little hard drive.

He watches my face contort at my desk, as I start masturbating at my seat, safely alone in the office.

My work laptop camera comes on, and he watches me as my boss bends me over, my dress shoved up, my panties pulled down, my boss thrusting into my pussy until he cums, pulling himself out.

He watches as I bring home my other lover, another woman, and as we use toys on each other, dildos and vibrators, tongues and hands, caressing flesh, pinching nipples, tasting each others pussies. He watches as I watch naughty little videos, rubbing and playing with myself until I climax.

He watches as I bump into people in the subway, as men feel my soft ass, as I almost fall over, grabbing onto the nearest guy while I fondle his package, just a little bit.

He stores and files and replays the videos and pictures and audio files and masturbates to me, cumming day after day.

He passes me around to his friends, letting his friends watch me too, to imagine in their dirty little minds that they are doing to me what they have only watched and heard and recorded.

Too bad they didn't invite me to the party, I would have shown them what they can only watch.

Bad boys, sometimes they are just rotten...(News Reactions)

Warning: This is not one of my experiences, this is my thoughts on some news stories. If you don't want to loose more faith in humanity, I suggest not reading. If you are just here for my naughty exploits, and not for real tragedy (This is one reason I almost never read the news), then again, I suggest moving on to an article that does not have "News Reactions" in the title or label.

This is just sad: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/04/09/rehtaeh-parsons-girl-dies-suicide-rape-canada_n_3045033.html

And to add to the sadness: http://thechronicleherald.ca/metro/1122345-who-failed-rehtaeh-parsons#.UWPfLERNjaM.facebook

See, I know how a girl like her would feel. I have been in that place before. I have had my own personal experiences of being violated against my will. I hate to see things like this done to people, but I also hate to see people pushed so far they decide nothing is better than living. I have been there, I understand it, but I wish there was some way to prevent it.

If you are on the edge, ready to take that final solution, for gods sake, talk to someone. I have personally tried myself, and I am happy with who I am now, happy that I did not succeed. Yes, I am scarred for life. Don't believe me? Read about the things I have done right here in my very own blog, and you will understand that I did not simply walk away from certain events unscarred. But, even with all the bullshit, even with all the things that gave me nightmares and left me wanting to do nothing more than to forget everything completely, or end it all, I am still the person today, not in spite of what happened to me, but because of what happened to me, and today, I love my life.

You do deserve to live, to be happy. You can get over all the garbage, the damage, the pure anguish. A permanent solution to a temporary problem means the loss of another world, for we are each a world unto ourselves, each precious and unique in our own ways (Yes, someone probably wants to tell me that "we are all precious little snowflakes, just like everyone else" as if trying to prove that everyone is alike, but look at people honestly, and you will see that even those things we do that might be similar or exactly the same as another, is combined with other things that is not the same. Call it a unique combination of non-unique personal traits if you want, but I want you to show me two people who are exactly the same in every single way). And if you are thinking about doing this and really need to talk to someone, shoot me a private email. I am a real person, with real feelings, not just some autonomous android robot sex girl. While my blog is dedicated to my naughty exploits, I care about more than you see here. This is just a single, small part of who I truly am.

And if you are the bully, if you are the victimizer, please stop. Is short term gratification worth the consequences if/when you get caught? Think about what these boys lives will be like now, until the day they die. Do you honestly think they would have done the things they did if they knew they would be caught? Do you honestly think you would want to deal with the consequences? The internet is full of naughty things that can tantalize even the most deviant people among us. There is no reason to ruin your or your victims life.

Please remember, fantasies are great. Organize them, engage in them, find some videos of them (please try to make sure it is a fantasy production, not a real life video, since the real videos being spread just gives more incentives to exploit real people, and remember, especially if your a woman, to be safe, make sure you have your safe words, and protect yourself from a fantasy turning into a reality by engaging in it with a person you know and trust completely, preferably a spouse). Fantasize, organize, materialize, but please, please, don't ever engage in the reality. This is just horrible, and it makes me feel sick.

Leave your comments below, or if you are just here for my personal stories, avoid this article completely.

Thoughts on cup sizes and other measurements (News reactions)

Warning: This is not one of my experiences, this is my thoughts on some news stories, not a recollection on my naughty endeavors. I suggest that if you are only here for my naughty exploits, not for real world news or opinions on that news, that you pass by this article and skip any with (News reactions) in the title or label.

Sorry for those few (one?) people who have been reading my blog to find out all my dirty little secrets, but this post is dedicated to thoughts about this article (although I guess it will still get a bit dirty).

I just ran across this story: http://www.myfoxdetroit.com/story/23118642/bra-sizes-of-female-detroit-cops-mistakenly-emailed-to-officers

I feel both turned on by this, but honestly feel horrible for these women.

First, my thoughts on the poor women subject to this.

We all know people, even adults, can be immature and even downright horrible.

Imagine some of the things people are saying:

"Wow, I thought her breasts were bigger, she must be stuffing"

"Her breasts are so small, are you kidding me"

"She is so fat, I don't know how she hides all those rolls"

"Damn, look at this one. I need to find out who she is, I really want to see whats under those clothes"

I can bet you that men are probably saying things like this behind these women's backs. This was information that was shared with the police force, not so your coworkers can know your cup size or how far you are from your ideal weight, but so the uniforms could be fit to the officer. It is horrible. 

Plus, these are not random strangers, these are the other men and women that they must look in the eye every day, that they must take orders from and give orders to, silently judging you. Can you imagine going in to get the day's orders from your boss, with him smirking slightly and knowing with a fair proximity what you look like undressed? Could you imagine being a supervisor and having those you are giving orders to thinking the same thing? Could you imagine how difficult it would make your job, how embarrassed you would be? Not everyone is a deviant like me. Most are upstanding women, probably with husbands, kids, friends. Could you imagine how you would feel if it was your wife that these detailed were shared about? Could you imagine if you were a guy, how you would feel about your penis size being sent to everyone (yeah yeah, you are all bigger than a babies arm, but there are men who are hung more like a baby...so imagine if that was you).

Now, I know some of you want to know what is going on in my dirty little mind about all of this. While these women did not choose to share this information publicly, the same could not be said for me. True, I would still follow the standard "huff and complain" (Trust me, you really do not want to get a reputation where you spend almost every day, unless it is a positive reputation, and sexual issues are not normally positive on your work life, unless your a prostitute or porn star...), but secretly I am thinking about how much it would excite me.

See, the difference is many fold. I am still young, so I am still fit and sexy. Also, I work hard to make sure that my figure is perfect enough to turn men's heads. I am an exhibitionist and attention whore. I want men's eyes on me. I want everyone to watch me, thinking their dirty little thoughts.

I imagine them staring at my body, knowing exactly what I look like, seeing me naked in their minds eye. I can see them imaging running their hands over my breasts, stomach, ass, down the soft fur above my pussy. I know they are wondering how I would feel, with my pussy squeezing their penis. How they want to plunge in and out, fondling a breast with one hand while sucking the nipple on the other.

I guess I just want people to think. Yes, there are those strange people out there like me, who is willing to give her most private details to complete strangers for a kink, but that is not the normal thing for most people. Everyone has their boundaries, even a little deviant like me, and these poor women have had their boundaries ripped apart, sharing details they did not volunteer and did not expect to be exposed, because some dickhead cannot think to check what the hell he is about to release to every one in that force (clerical error, yeah right, either it was intentional an oppsed later or someone needs to learn to pay attention to what the hell he is doing). How would you feel if this happened to your daughter, your wife, your mother or sister?

So, yes, keep your fantasies, even get off on the thought if it pleases you, but please remember, these are real people, with real feelings. Your fantasies, both those you only dare think about and those that you find a way to fulfill are your choice, not something that you found you had no control over.

My point? I don't know, I just wanted to get my thoughts out there for this horrendous violation of personal information. Feel free to leave me a comment if you want to share your thoughts on this. Yes, I understand some opinions may differ from mine, but I would love to hear them anyways. Not everyone will be able to see eye to eye, but I am open minded enough to understand that disagreeing with me does not make you wrong, it just means we disagree.