The voyuers next door [M41/F39 M29/F28] [voyeurism]

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The Kellys had finally moved out. I had always wondered if they would. Their kids, grown, the beautiful backyard pool not getting any use anymore.

They would occasionally invite our own kids over to swim, but that was rare, and honestly not much fun for anyone.

But the new neighbors… Here’s hoping they prove to be a little more fun. There’s always that hope: Will we finally make some good neighbor friends, the kind we want to invite over for grilled burgers and drinks on a pleasant summer evening?

Justin and, funny enough, Kelly. They were young, no kids (yet! They did just buy a two story 3 bedroom house in the suburbs). It was refreshing to have some younger people moving into the neighborhood as some of the original homeowners began to downsize.

We had been one of those younger couples, when my husband and I bought this house eight years ago. We were probably the hot new couple then, the ones that the middle-aged dads and horny housewives secretly wished would befriend them.

Mr. Cassidy Pleasures Himself to Photos of Babysitter [M/F] [M-30’s] [F-20’s] [Masturbate] [Photos] [Voyeurism] [Shower] [Wet T-Shirt] [College Girl]

***This is an excerpt from my upcoming Erotic Romance, ‘His Saving Grace’. One of my favorite scenes so far. Mr. Cassidy had just arrived home and interrupted an outdoor water-fight between his kid’s and the sweet college babysitter he’d hired. He rushed into the house, avoiding the droplets, his eyes on Grace’s wet, wet t-shirt…***

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Dropping my briefcase on the dining table, I moved to the living room and peered through the blinds. They were still playing, now shooting the hose up into the air and trying to avoid the falling water as it scattered randomly.

My penis twitched. Grace’s nipples were hard and poked out from the fabric of her shirt. I could even make out the darkness of her areolas beneath the thin and clingy wet material.

Holy… She’s so delicate and sexy… I can just imagine pinning her to the bed, smothering her with my body and sucking on her small breasts—

My phone buzzed and I jumped. It was just a notification.

But the interruption brought me back to reality, and I brought my hand to my mouth, striding quickly away from the window. What the hell was I doing?

Used by the Gladiator: My Shameful, Dirty Descent into Wenchdom – Chapter 1: The Private Arena Box Seat (fantasy erotica) [M 50s, F 30s][voyeurism][masturbation][public nudity][cheating][fantasy]

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.

Uber Fucks Chapter 1 [M30s] [F22] [Voyeurism] [Masturbation] [Exhibitionism]

FOREWORD: This is a work of fiction. Any events or descriptions that relate to anybody are completely accidental. Also, this is my first time writing an erotica, and I only proofread and edited once. So if there are any major mistakes, please let me know. I want to be a better author, and this is my first step on that path. Hope you enjoy, fellow perverts!

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Let me start by saying, I know. I know that this isn’t moral. Isn’t good. Hell, it sure as shit isn’t legal. But I don’t care. It’s exhilarating. It’s fun. Most of all, it scratches an itch that can never be scratched another way. I’m sure by now you have read ahead to find out what it is I’m actually talking about, so let me make it easy for you.

If a customer of my Uber ride is going to a fuckbuddy, hook-up, “good friends”, or in any way getting laid…………I stay and watch.

It isn’t too difficult, unless it’s around midday when lunch rush is on the road. That’s when the risk of being caught is highest. Once everybody involved is in the building, nobody cares much about if someone is outside looking in. There have actually been more than a few times where they caught me and seemed to get even hornier.

The Show [Female Masterbation, Voyeurism]

A purple light filled the black room my friends and I were in. Thumping, rhythmic music sent shock waves of bass through the air, touching my skin causing tiny bursts of pleasure. I had taken ecstasy a few times at parties but never Molly and I quickly appreciated its subtle differences. I felt, relaxed. Euphoric.

There were nine of us total, mostly men, and we passed a blunt around the room simply enjoying the music and the company. Unlike ecstasy, which usually has me bouncing off the walls, sometimes literally, I felt planted in my seat on the soft couch. I wore a short white skirt that had a glowing effect in the blacklight, and the fabric felt amazing on my smooth legs. Everything felt amazing. I put my hands on my thighs and squeezed, only a little, as I ran my hands down them. I traced my way back up, only using the tips of my nails. Shivers went through my body.

The Night at Policewoman‘s Place [Femdom] [Masturbation] [Spanking] [Humiliation] [VOY] [Les][Fiction]

My parents were mysterious to me -more so than Big Foot or the Lochness monster if I might be frank. I never understood dad´s fixation with women like my mom, who never spoke unless spoken to, wore flowery clothes and lived just for the house, kids, and television. Not to mention, mom was flat-chested, her body looking like an ironing board she was fond so much.

I liked ladies with power, meaning three things, two of them being their jugs. The last of them was the office to command and condemn men. I remember looking for pictures of female politicians and judges, choosing photos where I could see their expensive clothes, stretched by their boobs that could feed future generations and enchant countless crowds, including desperate criminals.

When I was eighteen, I was trading most of the nude photos with a boy of the same age Eric Taylor, whose household was so different from mine, and most of the guys swore they wanted to grow up in it. Eric and his half-sister Sandy were being raised by two moms. The thin African-American Doris and Louise, Mexican lady of slightly plumper shapes. The boys in the neighborhood joked that Doris must have met her wife at an anti-immigration department because she worked as a police officer.

[MF] Voyeurism is an underrated kink

So I can occasionally very faintly hear my neighbours having sex. It’s too faint to reeeally be that hot. But the thought of it is still exciting. It’s not as exciting as when i listened to my old flatmate getting fucked (refer to my previous posts about her. There are a lot and I hope to write more 🤞🏻) I’ve been trying to catch them at it when my fuck buddy is over so we can fuck while they do. But I’m not sure she’s really into that sort of thing.
So many people consider voyeurism too naughty and taboo, but I think that’s what makes it so exciting.
I understand people can take it too far into the realms of actually invading peoples privacy and do things like film them and put it on the internet. But if you’re just listening for yourself, it’s an insanely hot thing to do. Let me know your thoughts.
A few months ago I was seeing a girl and she knew about my old flatmate. She would suck my dick while asking me how badly I wished it was her sucking it. And if I missed standing outside her door listening to her getting pounded by a random tinder date.
THAT’s why voyeurism is the hottest kink.

Mom Watches Ch 03 [fm][voy]

The week was tortuous for Colleen. She had watched her daughter’s boyfriend fucking her again. And worse, she wanted to take her daughter’s place. Wanted Sam to take her for his own.

She was ashamed at the feeling. She shouldn’t want to push her daughter out and take her boyfriend. But she couldn’t help herself. Every moment that she wasn’t occupied, she daydreamed of Sam. How she’d feel filling her pussy with his hard cock.

She’d never felt like this before. Would she let him mark her skin, showing that he owned her? Would she want it hidden from view? The idea of tongues wagging when they saw a visible hickey on her skin got her juices flowing.

Would he even want an old woman like her? He had told her to join him, but what if he was just playing with her?

Putting these thoughts aside, she laid on her bed. She had the house to herself for a while. Sam was taking Molly out on a date. Dinner or something, she honestly couldn’t remember.

Poolside Voyeur

My latest narrative with photos about poolside voyeurism on hot summer day…ulixes.medium.com

*In the garden, there, I spy on her, A beauty, beyond compare, And as I voyeur, from my hidden lair, I feel the heat in me, in the air.*

*Her languid form, like a dream so rare, I watch her, with an unwavering stare, But as I hide, from my quiet lair, I want to, I really do, I want to dare.*

*That garden, a place of promise, sensuality, full of such intensity, I know, it’s not right, with clarity, To spy, on her, in this proximity.*

*She is the garden, in display, in full bloom, But as I watch her on this humid day June, I know, I’ll be alone my cock and I, on this afternoon, A fact, that fills me, with a sense of gloom.*

*Her body, like a sight so sweet, I want to have her on my sheets, But as I spy, with such deceit, I know, it’s a secret, I can’t repeat.*

*In a garden perfumed and green, and I a servant waiting behind the screen for a glory so obscene, to fill the holes of this nature’s queen .*

Last at the Bar [MF, voyeurism, exhibitionism, anal, drinking, 420, consensual kink]

Last at the Bar

We’re both at a show, and it’s loud, loud like I’m-going-to-be-regretting-it-tomorrow loud. The band is…meh? They’re fine. They’re from Wisconsin. They’re loud. They’re whatever.

By now most of the people who came to the show either left, are still in the crowd but clearly regretting it, or they, like us, went straight to the bar at some point in the last hour. You and I have been eyeing each other for that last hour. Slowly our friend groups dwindled away, and it’s pretty much me at one end of the bar, you at the other.

You wouldn’t hear me if I said anything, so I wave from across the bar. You wave back and smile a big and beautiful smile that sinks into me like a hook. You motion me over with this kind of cowgirl mosey on over thing. I’m hooked, so I do.