Spy on me, please.

(Extracto de las crónicas de el primer humano en Marte)
Today I touched myself so many times... I'd been listening to the greatest symphonies and couldn't help turning on. It was so erotic...The blood all over the bathroom, It must have been the only time I really didn't care about the mess. It was raining, the window was open, the breeze was magnificent.
The hot creature in charge of the house, who has an excessive salary in my opinion, was spying on me through a hole in the wall, she must have thought I didn't know, and the fact is that not only did I know but I also enjoyed it, that gave me reasons to yell louder. Having a secret spectator while I was masturbating was so passionate... even better than when I do it alone. 
I trust her, I know she has deep secrets, maybe worst that mines, that's why I haven't killed her and I'm not planning to either. I still see her as an object, but an erotic one, like a toy. I don't kill funny toys.
Yes, the music and the recent events which Im not ready to tell you about yet, made me feel that great. I've made some killing-sex fantasies come true, and soon, very soon I'll tell you about them. 
Oh I'm so excited my dearest reader! I assume you've already noticed. I'm afraid I'm leaving you for the moment, I need a cigarrette and scotch, and maybe I'll return the house keeper the favour, I'm gonna spy on her, I'm sure she's going to touch herself tonight.
Thanks for reading me, my secret companion whom I'll never kill.
Yours, the first human on mars.