The thrill of being caught always gets my blood pumping. I spotted her a mile away and just knew this was my chance. An unassuming public park just begging for some hidden excitement. Her skirt was so short I could already imagine what secrets lay beneath. I stealthily approached my camera ready to capture the moment. She had no idea I was there completely engrossed in her phone. Perfect for a daring peek. A sudden movement a flicker of panic in her eyes and then pure fury. She had seen me. Her face flushed with anger as I quickly tried to disappear into the crowd. Caught red-handed but the shot was worth it. But I kept moving always looking for the next thrill. A student now casually walking home. Another target another risk. She stopped at a bus stop oblivious to the lens tracking her every move. A gust of wind revealing just enough. My heart pounded. This was it a perfect shot. Almost. Suddenly she turned a knowing glance right at my camera. Caught once more. It was always this dance of capture and escape. The thrill was in the chase and the almost capture. The rush of adrenaline as she almost discovered me. But then I saw her on live TV. Unbelievable. The sheer audacity of it all. This was a whole new level of risk. And then I found another one. A girl undressing. A private moment exposed for all to see. The voyeur's ultimate fantasy. The sheer vulnerability was intoxicating. Later a ginger girl. She thought she was alone. But I was there capturing every forbidden glimpse. The thrill of the catch the danger of being exposed. This was my world. Always seeking always daring. And then there was her. Another close call. The world was full of unsuspecting moments just waiting to be caught.
Her skirt was so short I could already imagine what secrets lay beneath. I stealthily approached my camera ready to capture the moment. 
She had no idea I was there completely engrossed in her phone. Perfect for a daring peek. 
A sudden movement a flicker of panic in her eyes and then pure fury. She had seen me. 
Her face flushed with anger as I quickly tried to disappear into the crowd. Caught red-handed but the shot was worth it. 
But I kept moving always looking for the next thrill. A student now casually walking home. Another target another risk. 
She stopped at a bus stop oblivious to the lens tracking her every move. A gust of wind revealing just enough. 
My heart pounded. This was it a perfect shot. Almost. 
Suddenly she turned a knowing glance right at my camera. Caught once more. 
It was always this dance of capture and escape. The thrill was in the chase and the almost capture. 
The rush of adrenaline as she almost discovered me. But then I saw her on live TV. Unbelievable. 
The sheer audacity of it all. This was a whole new level of risk. 
And then I found another one. A girl undressing. 
A private moment exposed for all to see. The voyeur's ultimate fantasy. 
The sheer vulnerability was intoxicating. 
Later a ginger girl. She thought she was alone. 
But I was there capturing every forbidden glimpse. 
The thrill of the catch the danger of being exposed. This was my world. 
Always seeking always daring. And then there was her. Another close call. 
The world was full of unsuspecting moments just waiting to be caught. 