Tag: Voyeurism

Pillow Talk [Voy MF]

Int. – Our Apartment – Night

It was at 2 am. Moonlight shone from the window in the corner. I always raise the blinds because I love how the moonlight highlights her backside. She has the nicest ass. I admire it often, especially when we’re out in public. She isn’t quite sure why I am always behind her but… there is a reason and it isn’t to scope out other women, it’s to scope her form out. I like to watch the way she strides. Many men ogle her. Some are blatant, others are shy.. but many look none the less. Typically, they go straight for her chest… then her ass. Salespeople are the worst. Read more »

The Real McCoy: Part 12 (MF, Swinging/cheating)

The latest chapter in Vince McCoy’s awkward life. Links can be found in the comments below. For those who are seeing this story for the first time, I’ve included a quick overview below:

**Synopsis** (Overall story contains: MF, MMF, MFF, voyeurism, Swinging/cheating, slow burn)

With his fan base reaching an all-time low, hobbyist adult writer/game designer Vince McCoy decides to take a chance and include pictures of his real-life girlfriend Alice to spark some much-needed interest in his work. When this meets with surprising success and a slightly unnerving level of interest from Alice he soon finds himself having to decide what is more important; his hobby or his quiet, normal life …

Interested? See links in the comments below.

Night drive (Mf, mast, exhib, voy)

“I can’t wait to get home and jump your bones,” you said as we drove home from the party. You feet were propped up on the dashboard, your fingers were toying with the buttons on your shirt, and it was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road.

“Sounds like someone’s a little worked up,” I remarked. I managed to keep my voice steady, even though I was already half-erect at the thought of your smooth thighs wrapped around my body.

My discomfiture only increased when you turned to me and said, very clearly and deliberately, “No. Someone is not ‘a little worked up.’ Someone is fucking horny as fuck.”

I swallowed hard. “Goddamn, well, we’ve got another 45 minutes until we get home. If you’re that horny, you might just have to do something about it.”

At once your demeanor changed; you lowered your face and responded in an innocent tone. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Out of the corner of my eye I caught the slight smirk which put lie to your affected meekness. I knew what you were after. I straightened in my seat and set my jaw. Read more »

[F][voy][exh] Get Down With The Thiccness Part 1

Here is my second series! I know that Uni erotica is common but its a new topic which I have yet to tackle which I hope readers will enjoy. University life is something I am familiar with as I recently finished my 3 years there! Soon I will write some of my own experinces over those years but for now please enjoy the first part of Get Down With The Thiccness.

Lord Romeo University is where this story of love, sex and drama takes place. A university for anyone who is motivated enough to become the best that they could ever hope to become. The campus takes up miles and miles of land, containing the huge Victorian building where lecture halls and smaller classrooms are contained within. Surrounding the huge white stone structure are more modern buildings, where the social areas are placed. Mostly made of glass and black metal frames the contrast between old and new architecture made this place very unique and highly sought out for spots for new students to study and embrace adult life. From the main site, the main road slit into three which lead to the separate accommodation buildings. Read more »

The Camgirl Part VI: A Private Showing [f] [solo] [ff-ish] [exh] [voy] [mast] [anal]

VI: Blake

Blake chewed on her lip as she inspected her reflection. Her makeup was perfect—black, wing-tipped eyeliner with a hint of blue eyeshadow brought out her eyes, her lips were a deep red, and a light dusting of blush would make her look more aroused than she was. She doubted anyone watching her show noticed the subtlety of her techniques, but she knew from off-screen tests that they worked very well. Her hair was as radiant as ever, as she had re-dyed it a few days ago, and the deep blue of her thong—in an older fashion where the sides rose to hang high above her hips, almost at the cleft of her waist—matched. The stockings she had chosen for this show went higher up than most she owned, just short of where her thighs met her hips, and for a top she wore a thin, white shirt with long sleeves that she had cut off just below her breasts. As usual, she wore no bra, since she had no need. Read more »

The exam [f][m][voy]

I was sitting in class when Keith and his friends strolled in a little after the bell. “please take your seats gentlemen,” said Mr. Price.

The ambled in slowly, joking to each other about something. Keith looked for an available seat and found the only one left next to me. We were in the back row, I in the corner. Him to the right of me.

“Please, everyone, no talking” said Mr. Price. I took notice of Keith’s disappointment and anxiousness. Mr. Price was staring us down at the front of the projector, visibly annoyed by the boys’ tardiness.

I liked Keith. I don’t think he knew I existed, but I’ve seen him around school. He was always joking around, very energetic and horsing around with everyone.

“Today, we have a documentary to watch this period.” I want you to take notes. There will be a quiz later.

I loved video days. And this one was unexpected. Mr. Price must have forgotten to make a lesson plan.

Predictably, Keith tried to get his friend’s attention in front of him by dropping a pencil down his shirt. He was starting to laugh until he noticed Mr. Price glaring from the corner. He sat back down and tried to look serious. Read more »

Carol Takes a Trainride [F/M] [Voyeurism]

Full Story: [https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/01/carol-takes-a-train-ride/](https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/01/carol-takes-a-train-ride/)

Carol’s small feet ached as the bumps along route three to Washington DC bounced her voluptuous body as the train compartment jostled along. Carol wore her signature white pumps giving her small petite frame a few inches in height. Her legs were encase in white stockings that just disappeared beneath her black pencil skirt that seemed painted on as her wide hips jutted out. Her heart shaped ass on full display as her red button up nearly burst at the seems from her pronounced bust.

Her auburn hair was pulled into a messy bun as her green eyes danced a long the steady scenery passing by. It as nearly six PM and Carol was exhausted. Between having to babysit her bosses’ kid at work, putting out fires around the office, and sending the same email over and over she wanted nothing more than to go home, draw a nice warm bath, and ready her favorite romance story. Read more »

Pro Voyeur [MF] [voy] [hotwife]

He locked the door behind us, making sure to latch the privacy lock. We wouldn’t want any hotel employees barging in on us. I drop my purse on the night stand, next to the bed, and search for the mini bar. I could use a drink to calm my nerves. Jake, the gentleman accompanying me, seems to be a touch nervous, as well. Hopefully, he doesn’t realize how petrified I am.

I’m beginning to believe that this may be his first time, which bodes well for me. Not only is this my first time, but I’m not even a real prostitute. I only know what I’ve seen in the movies.

I spy a small refrigerator at the end of the dresser.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask.

He responds quickly, “yes, please.”

I open the door and pull out two small bottles of Chardonnay. I look for his approval and he nods. I pour two glasses and walk over to him. I hand him his glass and we both sip on the wine. He tries hard not to stare at my breasts, but my low cut dress is making it near impossible. His uneasiness calms my own nerves. Read more »

Pretending to be a prostitute, a vixen puts on a show. [voy] [MF] [prostitute]

“Is he there with you?” The message looms on the screen of my phone.

My nerves are a mess. My body quivers.

Carefully, my shaking fingers fumble over the text, “Yes, he’s here.”

It’s impossibly still within the room. The hotel air conditioning cools the sheer material of my dress as it hangs, teasingly, over my erect nipples. The uncertainty of the situation hypnotizes me. I wait for further instruction.

“Good. Will you do everything thing I ask?”

I had come this far. I am committed now.

“Of course,” I reply.

I am not sure I can do everything he asks, but at this point I yearn to try. I run my hands down my stomach, my senses are heightened.

The phone lights up with another text, “Will he do everything I ask?”

I look across the room and smile, nervously, at a very willing young man.

“Yes, I believe he will,” I answer.

The next text comes quickly, “Then let us begin. Tell him to stand up.” Read more »

Pro Voyeur [MF] [voy]

He locked the door behind us, making sure to latch the privacy lock. We wouldn’t want any hotel employees barging in on us.
I drop my purse on the night stand, next to the bed, and search for the mini bar. I could use a drink to calm my nerves. Jake, the gentleman accompanying me, seems to be a touch nervous, as well. Hopefully, he doesn’t realize how petrified I am.

I’m beginning to believe that this may be his first time, which bodes well for me. Not only is this my first time, but I’m not even a real prostitute. I only know what I’ve seen in the movies.

I spy a small refrigerator at the end of the dresser.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask.

He responds quickly, “yes, please.”

I open the door and pull out two small bottles of Chardonnay. I look for his approval and he nods. I pour two glasses and walk over to him. I hand him his glass and we both sip on the wine. He tries hard not to stare at my breasts, but my low cut dress is making it near impossible. His uneasiness calms my own nerves. Read more »