It’s the easiest thing in the world. I stand on the platform with my phone in my right hand, my arms hanging naturally at my sides. I rock slightly on the balls of my feet, back and forth, up and down. From time to time I sigh with annoyance and glance at the dot-matrix signs above our heads. Our train is late, of course. I am grateful for that. I pace anxiously back and forth, swapping my phone into my left hand as I pass you, and back again as I turn at the other end of the platform. I am careful to maintain the optimal distance from you. Roughly 5 feet should frame you perfectly in shot. The brightness on my phone screen is turned to its lowest setting. To those not in the know it would seem turned off.
Tag: Voyeurism
Slim and Andrea watch the Camwhore [MF] [Mast] [F] [voy] [MFF]
Slim had finished his after shower ritual of drying his short, brown hair and shaving. He put on his glasses and headed to the laptop sitting on their large bed tethered to the wall of the small apartment via a black cord. He pulled the cord around the bed so it allowed him and Andrea, when she got back from her shower, to enjoy the feeling of the nice sheets without the trouble of the anchor. They needed to relax and enjoy their ritual.
He clicked and clacked the keys picking up a girl performing on camera for money. She was full figured, large breasts with dark nipples that stood out against her tight white tank top. Maybe it was just something with the camera, or maybe the lighting, but her tits really stood out as she played with a low angled camera while she rest on her knees with nothing else on but panties.
“Is our girl ready?” Andrea asked in her own tank top and PJ short combo, the tight purple fabric shaping her ass like having her dark black hair in a bun shaped her long neck. Slim always enjoyed her entrances and as she softly growled crawling on top of the covers with him, the AC causing her pink, puffy nipples to stand erect and draw his attention away from the laptop, if only slightly, stood testament to her irresistability.
I can see you [anal][cheating][slut wife][voy][cuck][FM/FM][Fsub][Mdom] (x-post)
I knew Candice was fucking someone else. I had had my suspicions for a while now. She had been acting a bit… odd. And she had started waking me up in the morning. I’m sure most would say that isn’t too weird – a spouse waking the other up so that party is not late for work? Well, I was prone to sleeping in quite a bit since I had flexible work hours, and she never woke me up because it was “not her job”. True. But recently she had begun helping me get up in the morning. Getting woken up by her gorgeous face and lovely smell of freshly brewed coffee was great. But like I said, she was acting odd and seemed to **need** to make sure I was off to work ‘on time’.
Lucky for me, technology is about as far away from her field of expertise as can be. So after being in a suspicious mindset for a while, I decided to set up logging on the firewall for every URL associated with dating or hooking up. Her phone and her computer used the WiFi, so I knew that if she visited any of those sites or services through either device when she was at home, I’d know about it.
Rush Part Three [M/F] [BDSM] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism]
The open room was now packed as the clock almost struck midnight. Engaged murmurs, soft moans and pleasured groans were like music to your ears as the lucky participants sought that exhilarating euphoria they’ve been lusting after the entire night. Soft Moroccan instrumentals played in the background; somewhat quiet compared to all the commotion going on around us, but adding to the sophisticated perversion enclosed within the dark tufted leather walls.
Foregoing style for comfort, I ditched most of the outfit and instead wrapped myself in one of the softest white silk robes I’ll probably ever wear. The robes were given to all accepted member and were a highly coveted item amongst the majority of the club-goers. My fingers fiddled with the soft silk embroidered “R” just over my barely clothed breast; an uneasy sigh slipping from my mouth as we watched a short and lanky man chained tight to a wooden rack. Fiery red hair and black barbells through his dusty pink nipples, the choice of pleasure this evening was a wand of shocking purple fluorescent light held onto by a stocky male with a gravity defying neon green mohawk. My eyes traveled down to see a spiked silver cock ring that denied him the release he so desperately needed.
Rush Part Three [M/F] [BDSM] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism]
The open room was now packed as the clock almost struck midnight. Engaged murmurs, soft moans and pleasured groans were like music to your ears as the lucky participants sought that exhilarating euphoria they’ve been lusting after the entire night. Soft Moroccan instrumentals played in the background; somewhat quiet compared to all the commotion going on around us, but adding to the sophisticated perversion enclosed within the dark tufted leather walls.
Foregoing style for comfort, I ditched most of the outfit and instead wrapped myself in one of the softest white silk robes I’ll probably ever wear. The robes were given to all accepted member and were a highly coveted item amongst the majority of the club-goers. My fingers fiddled with the soft silk embroidered “R” just over my barely clothed breast; an uneasy sigh slipping from my mouth as we watched a short and lanky man chained tight to a wooden rack. Fiery red hair and black barbells through his dusty pink nipples, the choice of pleasure this evening was a wand of shocking purple fluorescent light held onto by a stocky male with a gravity defying neon green mohawk. My eyes traveled down to see a spiked silver cock ring that denied him the release he so desperately needed.
I See You [mf] PT 1 [mast] [voy]
Rick moved into his new apartment on a Tuesday. He’d gotten his dream job, so he uprooted his entire life in Ohio and moved to New York City in a hurry. He found an apartment, got some furniture from a thrift shop, and settled in. He never thought he’d turn into a voyeur.
But … right across the street was a clear shot into his neighbor’s apartment. At first, he just looked out of the window, taking in the sites and the sounds. But then, he saw a light click on. And SHE entered. This stunning brunette. Tall, skinny, large breasts. He was in awe.
She didn’t see him. She took off her coat. She kicked off her shoes. And then, she went into the other room. A light clicked on. Rick followed her. His cock began to harden under his pants. Was she going to undress? This was exciting. In Ohio, he lived in a house with no view of his neighbor’s house. In NYC, he could see every detail of this woman, including the dimples on her cheeks.
Pink Wash [FF] [Les] [exh] [voy]
We would be in Palm Springs five weeks later. Jamie went with me everywhere. Jamie not only managed me, but Seth, Stephen, Blake and Minnie as well. Seth and Stephen ended up coming with. He he. As with all commercial flights. Seth and Stephen had to sit together in the exit row. Bonuses to being giants. I was in behind them with Jamie and Minnie. It was a great laugh. Yes, I do rather enjoy the company of Minnie. Minnie, slightly kooky yet beautiful. Kitty, the anxious and somewhat bemused girl exploring her sexuality. We were still friends some thirty-five years later. I needed the company to keep the spirit up on a long eastbound journey. The jet lag was
the worst. We left at lunchtime and arrived in San Francisco at 8 a.m. on the same calendar
day. We did all fall asleep and it was not long before we were on a short flight. Hello Palm
Springs at 9 a.m.!
Dancing In The Dark [MFM] [Bi] [mast][voy][exh]
Nestled amongst grand green hills washed in sunlight was a vineyard belonging to a Blake Castle. The Blanket Estate had been his since the ‘70s and the older he got, the more time he spent out there. It was isolated but close enough. That is where I was heading. I knew he would be there. Blake went to the vineyard to get peace. He almost never took anybody out there. Was he going to mind? I didn’t tell him I was coming. As I pulled up, I felt hesitation. I saw him pottering around the back deck, sweeping actually. How domesticated. The winds had been high and torn quite a few of the shrubs to pieces. Was this a good idea? He saw the car and ran towards me.
*“Kitty…what are you doing here, I heard a car and thought what the hell…no one ever visits me here. My muse…something must be wrong. I hardly ever have a soul come out here and visit me other than the kids.”*
*“Frank is scaring me and I cannot deal with anybody.”*
*“Not even Seth or Stephen?”*
*“No, Blake. I had to get away from everybody.”*
Help, My Clit is Missing! A Daxter T. Connors Adventure [MF] [Sci-Fi] [voy]
After his morning run, a stationary affair inside of a Cool Bubble overlooking State Street from his downtown New Santa Barbara office, Daxter released a sigh of contentment. He was in peak physical condition, sipping at a cool glass of water and dabbing his forehead with a soft cloth.
The temperature had reached a balmy 134 Fahrenheit, but it was a comfortable 72 indoors, and in the Cool Bubble, a chill 55. Within the confines of a Cool Bubble was the only place one could find temperatures that could be considered “cold” these days, what with the nuclear summer sticking around longer than Daxter would have liked.
A solitary beep from his D-Vice, sat upon his cluttered office desk, caught his attention. Daxter, New Santa Barbara’s most prestigious private investigator, had been busy in recent memory, a treat considering the almost non-existent crime rate in New Santa Barbara County since the adoption of the death penalty for even the most mundane of crimes. Last week, a 44 year old man from New Oakland had been executed for having a wank in a movie theater. Some objected, but in the end, the law is the law.
The Games She Plays (Part 3) [MF][MMMF][MM][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]
Note: Part 2 ran long (and I f’ed up the title), so here’s part 3…
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**The Games She Plays (Part 3) [MF][MMMF][MM][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**
**Part 3**
Later that evening, after dinner with a book, Regina went back to her room to find her roommate Julie just leaving.
“If anyone asks for me, I’m gone for the weekend. Me and some friends are going to see a concert in Vegas, so I’m skipping class tomorrow.” She grabbed a carry-on bag and left Regina alone in the room. It was Thursday, and she didn’t have a class until the next afternoon, so she grabbed one of the bottles of wine she kept hidden in her footlocker and uncorked it, pouring some into a little clear plastic cup. She took a drink and thought about calling one of her friends, but she had the whole weekend for that. She found herself glancing at her laptop, then sitting down, first convincing herself that she was just checking FacePlace, but after few minutes, she was sitting there in nothing but her panties and loading up the secret page. She didn’t even have to enter her code again, it just told her ‘Welcome Regina’ and she was back to browsing through the dorm maps again. She checked on the girls she’d seen in the showers that morning, and saw some new videos and pictures, and she clicked on one time stamped after their showers. They were both naked, one of them sitting at the computer, but getting up as they both started drying off some more and getting out clothes for the day.