Tag: Voyeurism

**The Games She Plays (Part 2) [F][MF][FF][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

**The Games She Plays (Part 2) [F][MF][FF][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

Note: Link to Part 1 is in the comments section.

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**Part 2**

Regina took her laptop back to her room, half scared to open it up, but she trusted Indira to know what she was doing. She opened her computer and saw that the folders of pictures were still there. Indira hadn’t deleted anything, and while Regina didn’t know much about computers, she saw the files were buried deep in the system of computer, folder within folder, within folder. She closed some of the open pictures but found herself looking at the screencaps of Indira smiling in her nudity. She wasn’t shy, and part of Regina wondered why she wasn’t willing to share her photos with IT rather than hers, but it did kind of look like Indira was showing off for the webcam, while Regina’s pictures had hidden camera quality to them. She opened a video and saw herself standing naked in front of the mirror from the other night. She hadn’t paid attention at the time, but she was touching her breasts and running her hand through her bush in a surprisingly suggestive way. Regina hoped her friend would be sparing with the pictures and not show any of the videos. Read more »

How I found out one of [m]y neighbors [mf] and I have the same name.

So, this would’ve been in my previous apartment, which was set up in such a way that mine and my next door neighbors’ bedrooms shared a wall. In retrospect, whoever built those buildings was either an idiot or a pervert. That is not a good design for apartment buildings. But I digress.

My neighbors were a good-looking enough couple- she was blonde and curvy, he had those Mr. Fantastic gray spots on his temples, but was in pretty good shape (we were near a military base, and most of the people in that complex were Army or Air Force). That being said, we never talked much, other than to exchange a brief “good morning” while passing each other in the parking lot. I never thought much about them, other than to perhaps subtly check her out if I found myself going down the stairwell behind her. Until one night.

It had been a long day, and I just wanted to lie down and pass out (with the help of a little bit of booze). My neighbors, apparently, were not of the same mind. I could hear them pretty noisily on the other side of the wall, sounding like their night was heading in a pretty singular direction. I’m not usually much into voyeurism, and like I said, I was pretty tired, so this was really just much more annoying than it was sexy. Until I heard her moan a name. Read more »

The Games She Plays (Part 1) [F][voy][exh][reluc][ENF]

**The Games She Plays (Part 1) [F][voy][exh][reluc][ENF]**

Regina spent every night before bed on FacePlace. She wasn’t the only one at college, of course, but with her it was part of her nightly routine: finish her reading, brush her teeth, get undressed, put on pajamas (or a nightgown if it was warm), and sit down in front of her laptop with a cup of tea to read what was going on in everyone’s lives. Her roommate had a more hands-on approach to the world, out almost every night, drinking, partying, half the time not even sleeping in her own bed. It wasn’t that Regina was a goody-two-shoes, she just liked to keep her private life private, and quiet evenings on the computer helped with that.

She read up on her old high school friends, made a few off hand comments to pictures and updates, and browsed through what others had shared. She saw one of those surveys, they kind that tell you what kind of Potter character you are, or Star Trek, or whatever was in the theaters that week. Most of them were probably invented by marketers, but fun, regardless. “What kind of FacePlace user are you?” One of her high school friends commented: ‘Guess I’m a Creeper…lurking, never sharing. How about you?’ She’d shared it with a lot of people. Read more »

An Ordinary Slut [str8][voy]

The first thing I need you to know is this: I am a dirty bitch. Not a whore, thank you very much. Whores charge. I do these things because I like them. You can keep your female empowerment, and your sex positivity. I _like_ being dirty. I feel sorry for you young girls with your slut walks, and your tumblr blogs, and your reclamation of the word “cunt”. You’ve made sex safe and wholesome, scrubbed it free of stigma. You’ve Disneyfied fucking. I’d rather be nasty.

The second thing you should know is this: you know somebody just like me. You mightn’t think so, but you do. You overlook us, is all. I could take your hand and show you: lead you through the underpasses and back alleyways, past the motels and municipal recs, into the car parks and quiet lay-bys where we thrive and swarm. There you would find us at play, unburdened and free as we writhe and squirm and shudder together. You would be shocked at how many of us you recognise. Read more »

Rush Part Two [4Some] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]

“You changed your hair color.”

“So did you,” She teased as she put the almost empty glass of champagne down on the table and sat down in the chair next to mine.

“Wig.”

“Dye,” She shrugged. “The color wasn’t appropriate for my next campaign, so I was told to dye it.”

“So you are…”

She lifted her index finger with a perfect French-tip nail up to her pouty matte nude lips. The blush colored gold and lace mask that donned her face accentuated her new honey blonde curls and reminded me of those unique colored curls she had that night. The layered gold choker necklace that wrapped loosely around her delicate neck, drew attention to the plunging neckline of the revealing gold sequined halter top; a small gold disc laid just between her perfect sun-kissed breasts. A micro mini skirt that barely covered her toned ass and tanned long legs shimmered with each movement as gold strappy heels adorned her French-tipped manicured feet. She looked every bit the model I knew she was that night.

“No names. Once we put our masks on, our outside identities are left behind for the night. This gives us the freedom to indulge in who we want to be or who we truly are.” Read more »

Rush Part One [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]

Eleven-Seventeen. That was our number. To most people a number like this will mean absolutely nothing. But to all the people who have been or who will be involved in that memorable night, a number such as this one will send a shiver straight through your body. A delicious shiver that will have you stop whatever you’re doing and remember fondly on that amazing night. Your eyes will flutter closed, lips will part slightly and the softest of moans will flow from your mouth as your mind begins to conjure up those wonderfully erotic images. The resounding sounds of pleasure and pain will reverberate in your ears like a symphony. As you try and catch your breath, the fragrant mix of ylang ylang, orange blossom and sandalwood will seep down into your very soul, craving the immense high like a drug. Fire will dance in teasing waves as your skin begins to prickle thinking of the leather straps caressing over your body just before the burning snap against your ass. Frail wrists tremble beneath tight cuffs; your sanity crumbling just as fast as your legs at the feel of juices dripping down them. I digress. Read more »

The Party [Str8, MF, voy]

As you coast down the long winding driveway, the house comes finally comes into view. It is imposing, but elegant. The brick facade is interrupted by the stone accents around the windows. The gardens Leading to the entrance are neat but unfussy, and the first blooms are just peaking through.

You pull to the entrance and a man in a red coat opens the door and offers you his hand as you exit the car. You are careful as you swing your legs to the stones as the long black dress you are wearing has a slit nearly to your hip, and your are wearing nothing underneath it.

You hand the valet your keys and walk to the large iron front door. An older man in a tuxedos welcomes you and notes the locations of the bar, restrooms, and catering.

Not exactly sure what you are doing there you thank him and find your way to the bar. You knew Jack in high school, but haven’t heard from him in years. You knew he had started his own fund after leaving his firm, but hadn’t heard much else. Read more »

A University Affair [voy, Mf]

English Lit is boring save for one reason: Emily, the spooky chick that sits a few rows over from me. Her raven black, short hair and neat bangs frame a pretty face done up in all the colors of the goth rainbow, and I find it fascinating how she can make it look natural without going overboard.

Aside from that, her body is killer. Tight black jeans grip a firm ass and fit thighs, and her usual band t-shirt rocking some obscure musician often stops at her naval, her bare midriff a sign that she must spend time in the gym; flat, but defined. Not to mention her tits fit in to a tight bra, every once in a while when she leans forward I catch a glimpse of some cleavage and I can feel a hard-on rising.

Today was like any other day. I watched her lean forward, exposing a hint of cleavage that elicited a sigh from me, and then she pushed her hair behind her ear and watched our professor closely. I thought he was boring, Mr. Boren. His droll-delivery of Shakespeare and whatever often had me in tears from being so tired. She, however, always paid very close attention. Read more »

Windows and Fireworks – [Mf], [voy], [exh], [bdsm], [Fsub], [Mdom]

8:55 p.m.

I glare at the clock, struggling not to squirm or fidget. Breathing deeply to try and calm my racing heart, I force my eyes away from the ticking hands.

I’ve always wondered whether you put that clock on the wall just for decoration, or because you knew it would slowly push me to the brink of insanity.

8:56 p.m.

You’re going to come home at 9:00. I know you’re going to come home at 9:00. Every day you message me the exact time you’ll be home so I can be ready for you, only changing it if you have to stay late for work. Tonight, you went to dinner with your work friends and wanted me to be ready for your return. At 9 o’clock. Sharp. Not one minute before. Not one minute after.

8:57 p.m. Waiting. Naked, open, and buzzing with desire. I need you so bad.

8:58 p.m. I know you tell me the time so I can be ready for you when you arrive, but I don’t think you expect me to be ready so early. I’m always ready at least half an hour before you come home. Read more »

[MF][mast][voy][BBW][Goth] The Happy Customer part 2

(Link to part 1 in comments you should read that first )

“That fucking asshole”

I slammed down the phone. I fucking knew he would leave me for the first chick who made it easy for him. I “challenged” him… and worked my ass off to satisfy his needs but his limp dick still couldn’t get up. He convinced himself it was my size that turned him off. Fucking prick seems to forget how much he drinks every night. I can only do so much with whiskey dick. And lord knows i tried. With our one year anniversary coming up I even hired my friend to take those boudoir pictures of me. They were so fucking hot… Well shit.. What do i do with 10 8×10 nude pictures of me?

A few nights later I was talking to my friend who took the pictures. She is the one who had the idea of selling them online. I’m still fairly certain she was joking but when i got home that night I couldn’t help thinking of how exciting it would be to just send these pictures into the aether. And hell! I could make a few bucks in the process. It was worth a try right? Read more »