Idle hands and minds [NB/F] [Strap-on, voyeurism (kind of), fingering] [25+]

*I wonder how they fuck her.*

The thought came to Tessa unbidden, in the middle of her team’s weekly zoom meeting. She shook her head to clear it from her mind.“Tessa, did you have an issue with the Howard approach?” Her boss, Maggie, peered at her from the little square in the center of the screen. Tessa quickly unmuted, “No, no, all good, just had a shiver.”

*God fucking damn it. They won’t fuck me but they’re certainly fucking with my head.* She pulled the blanket up in her lap and fixed her gaze straight ahead, feigning interest, and let her mind wander. She and Jack were firmly not together, she reminded herself, and they were free to fuck whomever they wanted. And Tessa was free to agonize and obsess over it, especially while Anthony (*fuck that guy)* gave an incoherent and dull accounts update.

*How would they fuck her?* The thought rose to the forefront of her mind again, and Tessa wasn’t so quick to put it aside this time. From her instagram reconnaissance, she knew the new girl had big, blue eyes, favored a dramatic red lip, and flaunted full, thick, and pale thighs. From Jack’s own mouth she knew the new girl had a lovely, fat ass, and that she could take cock beautifully. From her photos, Tessa imagined she had fairly large breasts. Without realizing, Tessa had brought her hands to cup her own slight breasts, wondering how much rounder and heavier this new girl’s must be.

G is for Gloryhole [F43][M23][M?][All18+][cons][voyeurism][gloryhole][oral][creampie][some degrading language]

By the sea, in the sun, is a magical hotel where all your wildest fantasies can come true. I can’t tell you where it is, or even what’s it called – you wouldn’t find it on any travel websites anyway. Only a select few are invited to stay, and even then they need the cash to cover the costs. Dreams don’t come cheap after all.

Truthfully, it isn’t the kind of place straight-laced, buttoned-up Gillian Greene would typically find herself, but it was one of the perks of her promotion. For twenty years she had been grinding and and clawing her way to the top, and she felt that she deserved an all expense paid, all needs met, no questions asked, trip abroad. Her colleagues had all been, and although they didn’t go into too many details they all raved about the place.

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part V (Hucow, Lactation, Oral, Anal, mild mDom, Piercing, MFFFFF, Incest[M/D,S/S])

The pace of turning out these stories has slowed some due to life happening – including a sports injury I have picked up. Pain kinda sucks. I have no idea when the next chapter will come out, it may be a few days, it may be over a week. I just don’t know at this point. Your patience is appreciated.

This chapter, like the last chapter, has a fair amount of setup for later fun. The next chapter after this one will really ramp it up I suspect. I expect this series has at least two or thee more parts to it. I have lots of ideas, and plenty of unresolved plot points to work through.

As always, I will note once more that all characters are 18+, all cows are human cows, all wolves are human wolves (you’ll understand the wolf thing once you read the story).

This story picks up immediately after the previous part left off.

Please enjoy!

Thanks!

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part V

[M4F] The Veiled Woman – Anais Nin [F Reader] [Characters 30s] [Voyeurism] [Strangers] [Cunnilingus] [Felatio] [Stripping] [Prostitution]

A read through one of my favourite chapters from The Delta of Venus. About George and the veiled woman. Particularly around his inability to let the idea of the one-off go, only to discover that he wasn’t the first, won’t be the last and it’s so far removed from being absent more than invisible.

# Soundgasm (coming once outage addressed)

# [Erocast](https://erocast.me/track/7531/the-veiled-woman-anais-nin)

Talking to a couple about my old flatmate led to video call fun with her and her partner [MMF]

So this happened recently. Only a couple of weeks ago.
I use an app called Feeld (it’s basically an app for singles or couples to find people to “play” with. No strings fun sex and threesomes) and recently I was talking to a girl on there. Not close enough to meet up with, but her and her partner were up for chatting and swapping pics, stories etc. We created a Whatsapp group chat with the three of us in and I told them about my voyeurism kink and all about how I used to “spy” (for lack of a better term) on my old flatmate. They were very into it and were fascinated about it.
We messaged back and forth about it casually for hours.

When it came to the evening and we’d been talking all day (mostly them asking questions and me telling them about it), we were all pretty horny by that point. They started sending the odd pic of him feeling her up, and a video of her removing his dick from his jeans.

After a short while, I suddenly got a video call from him. I answered and he had it pointed at her fully naked and sucking his dick. Not something I expected, but I wasn’t going to complain.

[MF] [Voyeurism] [Ex-Gf] [Oral] Sometimes, It’s Better to Watch

Is a slut always an active participant? Or is it more of the inner thrill one gets when doing something they know they shouldn’t, but the want outweighs the caution? That nagging burn in the pit of one’s stomach, compiled with the slowly racing heartbeat, that beckons one to continue their lust-driven pursuit… maybe you remember back when you successfully asked out your first crush or went in for your first kiss. That alien thrill you felt deep inside your gut as you edged closer to your goal. Innocence of naivety served as a topping to deeper carnal desires, at least for me. And over time, I grew to understand lust is something we are born with, and the harder we fight it, the more likely we succumb to it.

Beachgoer, Part 2.5 [M20s, 50s/F20s][exhib/voy, public, threesome]

[Part 2 Here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/12g33uf/beachgoer_part_2_m2030sf20sexhibvoy_public/)

Unfortunately, I’ve had to break Part 2 up into two smaller parts for posting on Reddit (damn you, 40,000 character limit!), so this is the second half of Part 2!

“I suppose,” Cassandra sighed after a moment or two of hesitation. Chris stood up and returned to her side to give her room to move, and that’s when she saw what she had been feeling against her ass: his cock was stiff as a flagpole and stood straight out from his body, throbbing with his pulse. It took every ounce of self-control that she had to not reach out and touch it. As much as she wanted for her wild fantasies to come true, he was still very much a stranger. With that said, she found herself caring less and less as he touched her more and more.

Beachgoer, Part 2 [M20-30s/F20s][exhib/voy, public]

[Part 1 Here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/12d4khh/beachgoer_m20sf20sexhibvoyeurpublic/)

Unfortunately, I’ve had to break Part 2 up into two smaller parts for posting on Reddit (damn you, 40,000 character limit!), so this is the first half of Part 2!

Cassandra sat in her car, radio off, engine still running, as she stared at the Welcome sign at the beach trailhead. There were certainly more people on the beach this weekend, she had counted six other cars as the pulled in. She raised the question to herself, “what the fuck are we doing here, Cassandra?”

Just last week her trip to this same beach had ended not-so-uneventfully, and over the days that followed, it ended up being all she could think about. She could hardly focus on her work, and in the end, despite the persistent arousal that followed recounting the events and the fantasizing that accompanied it, she couldn’t help but feel conflicted about what had happened.

None of that had stopped her from driving to the beach again the following Saturday though. In the back of her mind she hoped that maybe, just maybe, she would see that same man again, and… That’s about where her plan fell apart in her mind. She wasn’t sure what she would do at that point. She sighed heavily, still debating the merits of turning around and driving home.

[m] Adventure in Philadelphia: Sinner’s Paradise

Recently I was in Philadelphia, PA for work. Everything in this post happened on my third night in the city. If you want to read what happened on the first two nights at “Scorpio’s Adult Boutique & Video” check it out [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/voyeur_stories/comments/12ejxkk/adventures_in_philadelphia_part_1_scorpios_adult/). After my first two nights at Scorpio’s I thought I had my fill of voyeuristic experiences in the city, but I ended up being so wrong and wasn’t prepared for what this night would bring.

If you want to skip to the good stuff go here ~~~~~.

After work that day, I got back to my hotel and was contemplating whether or not I wanted to go back to Scorpio’s for a third night. After the experience on the second night I had assumed I peaked and probably wouldn’t see anything nearly as interesting. For some reason, I ended up logging into FetLife and looking at events happening in the city to see if anything caught my eye. I saw one titled “Happy Hour In Paradise “GANGBANG” 7pm-11pm” at a place called Sinner’s Paradise. Sinner’s Paradise is a lifestyle club that is usually members only, but on Wednesday nights they have it where guys can get in for $25 and ladies free without a need to sign up. I thought about it for a bit and considered how sketchy this whole thing might be. I ended up doing a bit of internet sleuthing through the place’s website, Insta, Facebook, and google reviews and decided that it seemed on the up and up and was worth checking out. I RSVP’d for the party and ordered an Uber to the place.

Used by the Gladiator: My Shameful, Descent into Wenchdom – Chapter 1: The Box Seat [M20s, F30s][fantasy][masturbation][voyeurism][cheating][public nudity]

Even from my private, curtained box seat, high above the dry, dusty arena floor, I could see the sweat gleaming on the toned bodies of the warriors below. I felt a tight rush of pleasure between my thighs. Their skin glimmered in the sunlight as their muscles rippled, each thrust and parry sending a shiver of excitement through my body. *I haven’t been touched in so long*, I thought with a frustrated groan. My husband had been at Court for a month and I ached for satisfaction.

Not that I had ever been particularly satisfied when he was here.

I wondered what he would have thought of this, of these hulking fighters, garbed in ragged loincloths, spiked platemail, chain tunics. Some fought with axes, some with swords or whips; all seemed deadly. A hundred different styles from a hundred different places, a hundred different men and women here to prove themselves in battle.

He would have found it barbaric and pointless – and a risk to even be here. I could hear him in my head, droning on about Family reputation and the importance of decorum and how nobody respectable would be seen at the arena. *Well, that’s why the boxes have curtains,* I thought with a laugh, toasting to myself.