There are women who post nudes of themselves online for popularity, extra income, or just exhibitionist titillation. So with the repetitive creepshot threads created here , can we please all agree not to view/save these pictures? If we want to look at non/nude people, let’s restrict ourselves to photos of people who actually want us to see them that way.
Because, look: When you look at these images you are violating these women in much the same way that the person who took the pictures did.
There’s a reason why many tend to revel in voyeur pics. It’s because they were taken without consent. Because the women in them (and it’s almost always women who are humiliated this way) did not want these shots to be taken/shared. If these women were to do photoshoots and share it on twitter, for example, I’m sure it would get a lot retweets/favs. But it wouldn’t have the same scandalous appeal as images taken without her knowledge. Because if she shared her images consensually, then people wouldn’t get to revel in her humiliation. And that’s really the point, isn’t it? To take a female down a notch?
There’s a tendency in American culture, to shame women for their sexuality and that is why we hear arguments like this is their fault. They were dressed inappropriately/asking for it.
But victim-blaming is just that. In much the same way that misogyny tells men that women are there for male consumption, the media tell us that women are public property. It’s why girls are expected to smile graciously and respond to horny teen boys asking them to prom, or why they’re called uptight bitches if they don’t smile.
The fact that these kind of photos are being shared is beside the point and a weak justification for violating someone’s privacy and sense of safety. Even if we’re not the people who took the pictures, and even if we’re not sharing them, looking at inappropriate photos of someone who doesn’t want us to goes beyond voyeurism; it’s abuse.
>There’s a reason why many tend to revel in voyeur pics. It’s because they were taken without consent.
meh, no. that's not it.
to me voyeurism is about keeping a precious and erotic moment in life alive and sharing it with those unfortunate enough not to have been there.
I have a PHD in clinical psychology and You're all literally rapists.
You're violating these women by viewing and sharing their photos without their consent; it doesn't matter whether or not these photos were taken by them, their lover, or a stranger on the street. A big part of what defines the act of rape is the lack of consent and there is clearly a lack of consent here. These images are even more appealing to you because there is an aspect of "forbidden fruit". In addition, you find a thrill when you do these type of acts in hope that you will see something special. The fact that you have no morals or ethics is a sign that you have a deeper psychiatric issue going on inside your head. This is a form of sexual assault. You don't see it as such because you have been blinded by rape culture.
If I were to punch you in the face, you'd be in pain. If I were to shoot you in the torso, you'd be in more pain. Both actions cause you pain, but one more than the other; the lesser act of assault is not negated simply because you could be a victim of a greater act of assault. Likewise, the act of sharing and viewing these photographs is still a violation of these victims/women regardless of whether greater forms of sexual assault exist. The way these victims/women dress does not warrant any coercion nor negative criticism of their character. Their privacy is an object permanence that does not need to be expressed. With their clothes on it is recognized as a continuous implied "No" and yet you continue on with your acts. Men have been locked up for less than three "No's" in the act of rape by their victim. These people are not asking for it nor would any normal person under the same circumstances.
If you sick individuals have a conscience, you will cease viewing and sharing these stolen/shared photos because you are currently no different than a common rapist.
I suffer from OCD and I really have no control over voyeurism. Despite having been arrested twice in shopping centres recording women butts and legs with phone or spy cameras. You would think I would learn my lesson. But my impulsions are too strong. Its like I'm cursed with this habit. The police were kind enough to not charge me on both attempts which I'am grateful for and my record is clean and I want to keep it that way. But I'am really struggling with this behaviour. Plus criminal record checks are getting stricter ever year in England If I get caught again doing voyeurism I can loose everything
Thank you for posting. I can totally relate to the obsession about wanting to kick this craving. I've been in recovery dor 7.5 years and it been the most effective thing that has worked, outside of therapy. I wish sometimes I could understand where the compulsion comes from and how it's started. The most important thing for me is to continue to do things i need to recover from my S addiction and not try to always "understand" what the compulsion is. Very difficult becuase the urge can come from nowwhere sometimes. I truly empathize with people who have issues with this and ultimately suffer as a result.
As long as we're sharing
I was a voyeur too. I really can't believe it. While I never saw anything, I did try, which is just sickening to me now. I think I was addicted, but I stopped on my own. At some point my morality outweighed my compulsion, and I just stopped. (My voyeurism morphed from trying to see into windows to trying to see upskirtson an escalator, and the like—guess I thought that was more benign.) I've already posted about my guilt, which really is driving me insane. I mean literally— sometimes I feel like I'm going to faint because I feel so disconnected with reality. How do other addicts do it? I mean recover, and feel great? I recovered and can't stop thinking about my behavior. In "Out of the shadows" Carnes relates a story about an exhibitionist who went through the SAA program, and lives a normal life, only thinking about his past a couple of times a year, and when he does, he's grateful that he's sober! I want to be that guy! I want to get over this obsessive guilt! What the hell do I do? How the hell did I end up like that in the first place?
guilt is a very powerful emotion - it's what made you seek recovery in the first place. I don't know how long you have been "sober" but I have been on the wagon non stop going on 19 months (next week) - not long in general terms but definitely an eternity to me.
I remember when I "felt" I was on the wagon "for good", I would get those emotions back but they were more a feeling of disgust rather than guilt and yes, I remember feeling like puking on more than one occasion from the sheer disgust with myself.
My concern is your statement about your disconnection with reality. I know you have been getting counseling and whatnot but I feel your journey is not over yet. For a good 10 months after I began my recovery, I sometimes felt like I wasn't there yet. I mean, I had succesfully stopped my addiction, yet there was still "one more step" that I just couldn't grasp.
I am lucky to have found an excellent therapist who helped me get to that final step. I can only say that the combination of therapy, meds, family and faith is what got me off the guilt trip.
I have just discovered that I am BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and one of the things to help me out is the DBT excercises. I havev yet to fully dive into it but the thought that I could actually be BPD was almost as hard to accept as knowing I have SA. Maybe that is something to look into dberg? I know I am a little out of the loop on your situation so if that isn't an option then please forgive me.
*steps out of the shadows*
Heh... not bad, kiddo. Not bad at all. Your meme, I mean. It's not bad. A good first attempt. It's plenty dank... I can tell it's got some thought behind it... lots of quotable material...
But memeing isn't all sunshine and rainbows, kiddo. You're skilled... that much I can tell. But do you have what it takes to be a Memester? To join those esteemed meme ranks? To call yourself a member of the Ruseman's Corps? Memeing takes talent, that much is true. But more than that it takes heart. The world-class Memesters they're out there day and night, burning the midnight meme-oil, working tirelessly to craft that next big meme.
And you know what, kiddo? 99 times out of a hundred, that new meme fails. Someone dismisses it as bait, or says it's "tryhard," or ignores it as they copy/paste the latest shitpost copypasta dreamt up by those sorry excuses for cut-rate memers over at reddit. The Meme Game is rough, kid, and I don't just mean the one you just lost :^). It's a rough business, and for every artisan meme you craft in your meme bakery, some cocksucker at 9gag has a picture of a duck or some shit that a million different Johnny No-Names will attach a million different captions to. Chin up, kiddo. Don't get all mopey on me. You've got skill. You've got talent. You just need to show your drive.
See you on the boards…
What the darn-diddly-doodily did you just say about me, you little witcharooney? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at Springfield Bible College, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret mission trips in Capital City, and I have over 300 confirmed baptisms. I am trained in the Old Testament and I’m the top converter in the entire church mission group. You are nothing to me but just another heathen. I will cast your sins out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in heaven, mark my diddily-iddilly words. You think you can get away with saying that blasphemy to me over the internet? Think again, friendarino. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of evangelists across Springfield and your IP is being traced by God right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggorino. The storm that wipes out the diddily little thing you call your life of sin. You’re going to Church, kiddily-widdily. Jesus can be anywhere, anytime, and he can turn you to the Gospel in over infinity ways, and that’s just with his bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in preaching to nonbelievers, but I have access to the entire dang-diddily Bible collection of the Springfield Bible College and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your sins away off the face of the continent, you diddily-doo satan-worshipper. If yonly you could have known what holy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you from the Heavens, maybe you would have held your darn-diddily-fundgearoo tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re clean of all your sins, you widdillo-skiddily neighborino. I will sing hymns of praise all over you and you will drown in the love of Christ. You’re farn-foodily-flank-fiddily reborn, kiddo-diddily.
I believe this to be someone I know that fits this criteria. Does anyone know who she is or any background on this image?
There was a big thing about how loads of Aussie schoolgirls were having there nudes handed round. I want in.
>>also. Imagine strapping her to a bed, tearing a hole in the ass of her tights and butt fucking her till she cries.
Ok, this one is a different girl
Someone do me a favor and beat off to her legs...
And? Public place he can take pictures of watever he want there.
My name is Sara. It was one of those late January, before classes really got heated, parties at my sorority house. Bill and I had been dating since October and we had agreed to no other boys for me and no other girls for him. We were about 2 hours in and about 3 beers each when I caught Bill staring at her. Rather than getting mad, I said, "She's Peggy, a new sister at the house. Yes, she is hot and yes, she has a boyfriend. He's at another school. And yes, you agreed to no other girls. But c'mon I'll introduce you. This could be fun."
We sidled over and Bill could barely speak but then again, neither could Peggy but Bill was dumbstruck, Peggy was drunk.
"Hi Peggy," I said. "This is my boyfriend, Bill."
"My gosh. You are beautiful!" Stammered Bill.
"So is Sara. You are a lucky man, Bill. She has a beautiful face, full pouty lips, thick auburn hair and a gorgeous figure. Yup, you sure are lucky." Peggy slurred.
"Why, I didn't know that you noticed." I said.
"Oh yes." Peggy responded. "I bet that your lips taste great."
"Less filling." I said." Your lips are beautiful, too. I could kiss them for hours. And there's no time like the present. Right Bill? What do you think? Don't you think that kissing her would be sweet? It would be like sucking on a cherry popsicle. You can't kiss her. You can't touch her. But I can. I'll let you direct the action. Okay?"
"Yes." Bill stammered.
I moved my head in and kissed her. Just a peck at first but then a deep, soulful kiss.
A crowd was starting to gather around us. Someone hooted. I moved away from Peggy for a moment.
"Now what Bill?"
He brought his mouth to my ear. He whispered. "Stroke her hair while you kiss her."
"Are you sure Bill?" I teased.
I put my hand on his crotch. "Yes, he's sure."
Everyone laughed. "Well okay, if you say so."
I leaned in and kissed Peggy again. And her lips were beautiful. Smooth and sensual. Like wine. I could tell that she was excited too I put one hand on her shoulder and started stroking her hair with the other. It was soft and thick and beautiful. I was loving this. After 3 or 4 minutes of this, and more and more whistling and hooting with each minute gone by, I broke the kiss and backed off. I sucked my lips into my mouth and licked them with my tongue. It, she, was delicious.
"What's next Bill?"
He moved up to my ear. "Squeeze her ass with your hands and stick your tongue in her mouth as you kiss her."
"Are you sure, Bill?"
By now you could hear a pin drop. And everyone was watching us. I stage whispered to Bill, " I'm just warning you, Bill. If you cum before I do tonight, there's going to be a problem. If you hold on long enough, you might have us both!" Everyone howled with laughter. "Should we continue?"
"Go on", Bill couldn't say fast enough.
"Just remember what I said... Well okay, if you say so." I leaned in and kissed her again. I could tell that she was excited, too. I put one hand on her shoulder and stroked her hair with the other. It was soft and thick and beautiful. I was loving this. After 3 or 4 minutes I backed off. Bill moved up to my ear.
"OK." I agreed. "If you insist, Bill."
Peggy's jeans were tight but my hands were tighter.
"Yes, her ass is fantastic." I announced, " and her mouth tastes like cherry vodka."
"I did do a few shots," Peggy whispered.
"Mmmmm, you would like this, Bill."
By now nothing was happening at the party but us. We went back to French kissing and by now we were both squeezing each other's asses. Her jeans were so tight and she was so excited that by now I could see a faint wet spot by her crotch. Obviously Bill did too.
When we backed off, Bill whispered to me, "Lie her down. Kiss her again and put one hand on her breast and the other one on her crotch."
"Oh, so you noticed, too?"
"We're going to need to move to the couch." I announced. People could not fly off of the couch fast enough. I sat down on one side of the couch and patted the cushion with my hand. "Sit down, my pretty." Peggy eagerly sat down and we began to kiss agin. She tasted so good. And she knew how to kiss. This wasn't her first rodeo. Did I ever tell you that she tasted so good. "Now, you stand just a couple of feet back, Bill." He did as he was told.
"Little tent pole there, Bill?"
The girls all laughed while the guys immediately put their hands over their own erections. Not only was I enjoying the beautiful woman next to me but I was also getting off on the power and ability to orchestrate the proceedings. Bill thought that he was in charge, but we all knew that it was me. This competition was more than Bill could handle. I put one hand on Peggy's crotch and started to rub her through her jeans. The obvious writhing combined with her moans, signaled that she was having fun. My other hand went to her breasts. Like young lovers, over the bra but under the V-neck shirt that Peggy was wearing. Her bra was a deep plunge with just enough to keep her nipples from popping through. Her boobs were all her. I gave a good squeeze.
"Its all real folks."
They burst into applause.
Bill leaned in, "suck on her breasts!"
By now Bill was whispering more quietly than he had been before. He was barely audible but still several people heard him. His dick was rock hard.
Softly I said to Peggy, "Is it okay if I suck on your breasts?"
"Yes you may." Peggy giggled. "Both of them, in fact."
Bill's knees just about buckled and the crowd started a slow clap.
But first Peggy said out loud, "Finish him off."
"Agreed." I said.
With one finger I traced the outline of his dick and then slowly rubbed from one side to the other.
"That's not fair" he grunted as he exploded. "But, but, but, I've never had a threesome!
"And now your record is still intact. You were going to pop any second anyway, as soon as I took out her gorgeous tits. Now quit your whining, I helped you save face."
The girls all applauded.
"If you'll all excuse us now, Peggy and I are going upstairs. Shall we go now my dear?"
We giggled as we walked up the stairs.
Half way up I turned and shouted back, "Could someone please get Bill a tissue?
Good night Bill. See you tomorrow."
"Good night Bill."
Dave had always known, instinctively, that he should shut down his computer properly. Today, though, he was too busy - he had reports to finish, a meeting to attend, Christmas presents to buy - and he just wanted out of the office. So he hit the master switch and watched as the computer screen went dark. And then, to his surprise, so, too, did the lights above. And the lights down the hall from his office. The street lamps dimmed and exploded, cars swerved out of control and smashed, people knelt, clutched their heads and screamed, the earth rose and fell, storms erupted to life and assaulted the heaving planet, and, in a moment of absolute destruction, the universe reached out its invisible hand and squeezed, popping Earth in two and sucking both crumbling halves into a black hole so large that it would, in time, engulf existence itself. Life and death moaned, because one had lost all her players, and the other was overwhelmed with demise.
All because Dave hadn't shut down his computer properly.
The stare down continued, and Tom refused to budge. How could he do otherwise? Looking away would destroy his principles, would forfeit everything he was as a person. He couldn't let this injustice stand. She knew better, dammit! How long had they been married now? How could she do this to him?! With a powerful swipe he slapped the top down and grunted, still staring, still fuming. Tonight, they would have words. Tonight, they might get divorced. Tonight, Tom would make it plain that nobody - NOBODY - put mustard on his damn ham sandwich.
When Derek was three, he received his first pair of pyjama bottoms. When he was five, he loudly decreed that he would never take them off. When he reached eight, his parents realized that Derek wasn't lying. At twelve he was bullied; at fifteen ignored; at seventeen, briefly, Derek became a fashion icon. Now Derek works at home, and his pyjama bottoms work with him. Theirs is the healthiest relationship Derek will ever have.
App called scos 2. Phone in hand and getting from bottom shelf
any downblouse? or sweater puppies in general
Nah, sorry. I have a few pic of this girl -> >>701372545 but that's basically it. I do have a kind of blurry cleavage pic I took while a girl was sitting down, but as I said, it is blurry
Want more ? I have quite a lot of pics of her ( this : >>701377162 is her too )
staged, but enjoy fam
Here we go (she's the one in the yellow dress)
Yeah, she's one of the hottest girls I ever met
nice ass and hair, any of her face?
gf was organizing some shelf or something, she won't let me take photos so i snuck this, enjoy.
it's a colombian 'stripclub'
was there this past year
D for sure
loved playing with them
she also has a nice ass
well my name is mario vega and i say go fuck yourself and anyone who thinks like you.
seriously get out the gene pool.
taking pictures in 'public' is not a crime.
more than 2 times cops/security have stopped me and tried to arrest me. guess what? nothing happened.
all i said was, 'is it a crime to take pictures in public?'
the most i've gotten is don't come back to the premises or else i'd be arrested for trespassing.
and they tried to say it was 'suspicious behavior'
and again i replied back with, 'is it a crime to take pictures in public'?
i didn't turn over my camera/phone or let them in my car. cause you know what? fuck you.
it offends you? too bad. you don't think girls do it too? of course they do. what about the kids in middle school / high school? because of parents like you that give them phones (cameras) they take pics everyday and post them everyday (every minute).
go cry you little douche.
Took these today. Finally I can contribute instead of leach.
because violating someone's privacy by spying on them naked or looking up their skirts is wrong
and a total beta move to be honest. sure I like fapping to this stuff but I'd never go out and do it in real life, because I'm not that pathetic.
And no I'm not posting this just to try and trigger anybody, or get a rise out of anyone. I genuinely believe that voyeurism is pathetic and that everyone who does it should realize that.