Wandering eye

I am so bad, I have wandering eyes. All those female customers that come into the shop. They must see me looking them up and down. My mind going wild trying tongues what underwear they have in, or even if they have any at all.
I know some of them like it, I’ve had my fare share of views down their tops, or they grouch down showing off their legs. On occasion catching a glimps of their knickers.
I have great control, I don’t get a hard on, that wouldn’t be good,.
I often fantasise about what we could do together, when the shop was closed, their are cameras everywhere, would be sooo good to see it played back.
I wonder how many women I have fantasised about fucking in my life, it must be hundreds.
The best bit is when they are leaving and I wait to see if they turn round to look at me, or catch me looking at them. That glint in their eye.
I also wonder if they go home and mastubate or even fuck their other half, I may have got them hot and bothered with my attention
One day it will all come true
I like wives, it’s such a turn on.

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The work colleague

We both started within a few days of each other she was the first one into the company I was a few days after we hit it off straight away and made she me feel really comfortable. She was a strikingly good-looking woman with blonde hair are perfect body and immaculately dressed all in black a nice tight sweater and leather skirt and dark black tights with shiny high heel shoes. We would often meet having a coffee in the canteen and occasionally at lunchtime if we were on the same shift together. We chatted about work and also about the weather like everybody else does but there was something else there, a glint in our eyes as we looked at each other, the corners of her mouth turned upwards into a cheeky smile. Occasionally she bit her lip lightly or even licked them, then just before leaving the canteen would reapply that red lipstick to her lovely moist lips. It took some time to build up the courage to ask her to go for a drink after work. I planned to go with some of the others so made it look like I was inviting her along with the rest but really I just wanted to be alone with her. She made my heart thump and my cock twitch.

you can have too much candy

I had used twitter for business and social pleasure. Recently I decided I would like to take my amateur writing to another level. I had an interest in erotic writing and thought I could put pen to paper so to speak.  

I set up an account with my pseudonym. Started to add females and couples that describes themselves as hotwives , sluts, swingers. I soon had over 200 that I was following.  

Some of the content was just retweeted from other accounts. However, there was 3 or 4 that really took my eye. I began to take a big interest in their posts. I must admit they turned me on, and I soon found I was interacting with them and luckily, they interacted with me. 

So now to the star of this story. Candy. A married lady who had an account with her hubby. They seemed very relaxed and has a great eye for a good post. the pictures were stunning of her. Some clothes and some naked. Then occasionally some of Candy in action., With hubby or on one occasion that I have seen a man in the porn business. 

Petite red

She is a red head from Fife in Scotland. Married to a cuckold husband. She wants to be exposed as much as possible. Letting everyone in her town what a naughty woman she is. So where do I come into this. Well let me tell you.
We had been chatting on twitter and kik quite a lot. I was fascinated in her exploits. I’d seen pictures and videos of herewith different men. These seemed to turn a lot of men, and women on. So I wanted my piece of her. I had arranged to go up to Fife on my day off. As it was a 4 hour drive I was up and out of the house early. I didn’t stop at all on the way up. Eager to get tgere and use this woman.