Tag: Voyeurism

[F]ebruary and [M]arch 2018, when it all started. A story about exhibitionism and voyeurism, maybe.

July 2018. It’s 2 a.m. and I am jerking off behind my bedroom’s closed door to her loud moanings. In between those pleasure sounds, she quietly says, “don’t you wanna come over my bedroom? I know you want to, you just can’t, you don’t have the balls to”.

But first things first. Things started getting weird earlier in 2018.

**FEBRUARY**

We had moved in together a few months ago to pursue a master’s degree. We are friends from college, she has a boyfriend, I have a girlfriend, we share an apartment, you heard that before. We usually smoke a joint at night watching Netflix, say, Friends, or That 70’s Show. She wears comfy clothes at home, what was never a problem or a arousal to me, until… until that February. I can’t really tell what changed. Those comfy clothes she wore during out tv show sessions were quite sexy all of sudden. Her flimsy shorts-and-top pajamas would perfectly reveal the contour of those nipples, if she wouldn’t be wearing a loose tank top that could accidentally reveal her whole B-cup sized breasts as she would pick up her phone or the lighter off the carpet. We had two couches and she watched tv lying on her stomach in such a manner that the pajama shorts seemed to shrink between her legs, really drawing the lines of her buttocks. Even when she was covered by her purple plush blanked, it was so thin that I still could see the outline of her body and ass. She is skinny but has nice round tighs, her hair is dark blond, straight and it gets messy in a lovely way when she’s lying on her stomach. Read more »

[Fm] [m-mast] [voy] [oral] [str8] The swimming pool (Part 2)

*This is the second (and maybe last) part of Luke and Jane’s sexual adventure*

Luke went to the pool every day, without fail at the same time. She wasn’t there. Not the first day. Not the second. Not for a week. He spent his days longing to see her again, masturbating to the fantasy of her, and in fear that she would somehow reach to his family and humiliate him.

She avoided the pool. She was afraid of running into him again. Of falling pray to the temptation. The shower head was her loving companion every night, as her husband lay in bed, sleeping, ignoring her beauty, leaving her unfulfilled. He had fallen pray to habit, to comfort, and forgot to want his own wife, to lust after her. And she was left to her own devices, pleasuring herself, quietly moaning over the sound of the shower, fantasizing about the young boy that had cum for her in the swimming pool, with no restraint, nothing but his primal carnal lust for her. Read more »

The good old days of Tumblr [M, MMF, voy, cuck]

Travelling for work, you never know what kind of internet access you’ll have or if you can trust who’s monitoring it. It pays to have a “wank bank” of porn on a UBS key for those lonely nights when you’re in the hotel room, alone, and you can’t sleep. Me, I’m a little old school: images not video. Amature not professional. Mature not nubile. Tumblr accounts that hoovered up postings couples made, posts of photos taken during semi drunken encounters or fantasy fulfilment escapades always turned me on. The cuckold husband. The hotwife. The old friends who decided life was boring, youth has escaped them and reputation be damned they were going to have fun and show the world what they were capable of. I had my favorite accounts, kept them up to date, knew the ones that were trusted by those who made content and those who craved it. I would scan through them, imagining myself amongst the action. Being the stunt cock in the mix, there for the fun but a side attraction for the main event that was hedonism and infidelity in action. Read more »

[Fm] [f-solo] [m-solo] [voy] [inc?] A fire inside of me (Part 1)

Certain Internet subcultures associate the name Chad with attractiveness and virility. Naming me Chad was the first thing my parents had done for me, and possibly the best.

Quickly after my birth, they realized that meth is more fun than diapers and formula. Their downward spiral was quick. The story I was told is that my dad was shot to death in a convenience store robbery gone wrong. My mom held on a bit longer, but eventually she got caught trying to sell her own body for money, and made her way to prison, and I to the foster care system.

She met her untimely demise in prison, awaiting trial, killed by an overdose. Meanwhile, I went on to become a young troubled child, and scare away several foster families. But not John and Martha. Or at least not Martha. They took me home on my 10th birthday, gave me a cozy room to call my own, and a stable predictable routine.

It didn’t take me long to realize that there was no love in their marriage. John, my adoptive dad, had married out of a sense of duty, it was just one of the things one does, but he cared little for family life, and probably saw Martha, my adoptive mom, as little more than a roommate. He was consumed by work, his career the only thing he valued in life. Read more »

[Fm] [m-mast] [voy] The swimming pool

*This is dedicated to a beautiful lady whose post on Gonewild inspired the story*

Most encounters happen, and leave no visible mark. People appear, and then vanish from our lives, as quick in their exit as they were in their entrance. But some encounters matter. Some encounters shape us. They teach us something about ourselves, or the world, or both.

Luke was about to have just that kind of encounter. In the most unexpected of places: the swimming pool at his apartment complex. It was a warm summer afternoon, most people were at work, and the pool was as refreshing as it was quiet. He walked through the little gate, a towel in one hand, the keys in the other. He was hoping he’d be able to have the pool to himself, as it had been for the last week. But today was not meant to be. Somebody else was there. A couple. She was in the water. He was jumping out, talking to her, and then making his way towards him.

“Hi”, the main said, walking out the same gate Luke had just crossed.
“Hi” responded Luke, lost in thought, eager to jump in the water and escape the scorching heat of the sun on his skin. Read more »

[M] [F-solo] [voy] [inc] “Am I pretty?” (Part 1)

Some of us have Secrets. The big, heavy, burdening kind of Secret. Those, you wouldn’t tell anyone, ever, not without a lawyer and probably not even with a lawyer.

But most of us have secrets, with a lowercase s. Those, you’d tell a trusted friend, a therapist. Those are the dark, vulnerable side of who we are. In a sense, they shape us, in a deep, intimate, private, and thus ever so powerful kind of way.

I had just one such secret. I had a daughter. And I had left her. I had walked out of the house 20 years before, and never looked back. Why? I was scared. I was “scared shitless”, to use a technical term. Fatherhood was not for me, it turns out.

I was not married to her mother, and we had grown distant in the years since Blair was born. The fights were constant, and increasingly loud, and I felt it was only a matter of time before one of us gave in to violence. My daughter did not deserve that environment. And I felt I bore most of the guilt for it. That I was the one that hadn’t adjusted. And that Laura would do just fine on her own. So, I took out half my savings from the bank, left them in an envelope, wrote a farewell letter, and walked out. Read more »

Emilia’s Exorcism – Part 4 [MFF][FF][threesome][oral][magic][masturbation][voyeurism][pics]

# Emilia’s Exorcism – Part 4

**Text by malsagulo**

**Photos and Inspiration by [u/soft-n-slow](https://www.reddit.com/user/soft-n-slow)**

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[image](https://i.imgur.com/gTP7YOP.jpg)

She just couldn’t seem to stop masturbating. Emilia spent the rest of the weekend inside with the vibrator practically glued to her clit. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d felt this horny. It was like seeing Katya’s experiences had broken some kind of mental dam inside of her head, one she didn’t even know she had. The sensations, the feelings… it got so bad, she even had to go to the bathroom at work and get herself off quietly in one of the stalls.

Enough, though. She had a job to do. Well, okay, two jobs — her real one, and getting the scans she’d promised Evening. The witch had provided her an exact list of what she wanted, straight down to the page number. She waited until she had an excuse to go down to Special Collections, then simply strolled in. Technically, only the senior librarians were supposed to be able to unlock the really rare books… but they were usually too busy to be bothered, which meant someone had inevitably showed Emilia where all the keys were at one point. There was even a scanner right there in the main room, since professors requested digital copies all the time. Read more »

Emilia’s Exorcism – Part 2 (In which she receives an offer) [masturbation][magic][voyeurism][pics]

# Emilia’s Exorcism – Part 2

**Text by malsagulo**

**Photos and Inspiration by [u/soft-n-slow](https://www.reddit.com/user/soft-n-slow)**

[[previous]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/aom7a4/emilias_exorcism_part_1/)

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**A few days before.**

[image](https://i.imgur.com/TmalEor.jpg)

Emilia woke up yet again more than an hour before she needed to. She stared up at the ceiling of her small one-bedroom apartment, the gray morning light peeking in through the Venetian blinds. It didn’t look like going back to sleep was happening any time soon. Nor did she particularly feel like picking up her phone and checking the news, considering how fucking horrible it would all inevitably be.

She supposed she *could* try and get herself off before work.

[image](https://i.imgur.com/TaQaCvW.jpg)

But it didn’t work out. Try as she might, her exhausted brain just couldn’t seem to come up with anything that clicked. Not a single fantasy or image that could do the job, despite the mountains of smut she’d read and seen over her twenty-six years of existence. (God, the fanfic alone would fill up entire rooms.) She stubbornly persisted, her fingers working beneath her panties — but she might as well have been trying to pump a dry well for all the headway she was making. She considered breaking out her vibrator, but she couldn’t remember if it was charged or not. Read more »

Emilia’s Exorcism – Part 1 [MF][FF][Mdom][Fdom][Fsub][anal][bondage][exhibitionism][group][magic][masturbation][voyeurism][pics]

# Emilia’s Exorcism

**Text by malsagulo**

**Photos and Inspiration by [u/soft-n-slow](https://www.reddit.com/user/soft-n-slow)**

 

**Summary:** A cranky young librarian gains access to a whole new world of pleasure when a deal with a witch lets her tap into the mind of an absolutely insatiable slut.

 

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## Introduction

**This story is the result of a [self-imposed writing challenge](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild/comments/abkh3t/welcome_to_the_happy_2019_rgonewild_request/eebwpbf) to assemble a narrative out of a r/gonewild poster’s images. All visual material is used with the express permission of [u/soft-n-slow](https://www.reddit.com/user/soft-n-slow). Links to these images are scattered throughout the text. Please be forewarned before clicking them that these pictures are by their nature NSFW! Viewer discretion is advised.**

**The following is a work of pure fantasy, and has little to no bearing on reality as we know it. Like most porn, it takes place in a parallel universe where STDs don’t exist and contraceptives work 100% of the time. Please plan your life choices accordingly.**

 

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## Table of Contents

(links to be added as each part is posted)

– Part 1 (below)
– Part 2
– Part 3
– Part 4
– Part 5
– Part 6
– Part 7
– Part 8 Read more »

Views, Part 4 [Mf] [exh] [voy] [mast] [cheating] [oral] [teasing]

*Link to Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 in comments*

Mark stood on his balcony, completely frozen, the door leading back to his room ajar. His eyes bulged, and his mouth hung open. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at.

In the corner of Sasha’s window, on her floor, sat a large white paper bag. It had a cartoony pink kiss mark displayed across its surface, with “Lucy’s Sex Shop” underneath in pink lettering.

Discarded on the floor next to it were Sasha’s denim shorts, as well as her underwear. Her satchel was on her bed, with her laptop nearby. The sheets were a little rumpled up, and part of her blanket hung off of the mattress.

Sasha knelt directly in front if the window, on the floor. She wore nothing but her blue t-shirt.

Mark felt like he was dreaming. Her chest was almost pressing against the glass. Now that she was right in front of her window, there was no doubting it.

She was looking right at him. Read more »