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.
Tag: Voyeurism
[MMF] Our first Threesome [kink]
So a few months ago myself [26M] and my SO [26F] entered into a polyamorous relationship with one of my good friend of 7 years [24M]. Finally a few nights ago we had our first threesome.
Me: 6’6″. Fair skin, dark brown hair, short trimmed full beard, dark brown eyes, kinda chubby, ~6.5″ fully erect ~7″ circumference
Her: 5’6″. (currently) pastel orange hair, light blue eyes, thin but has chunky thighs and is a total hourglass. Size 10DD breasts. Stomach and underbust tattoos.
Him: 6’4″. Fair skin, light brown hair, trimmed beard, blue eyes. Average build, ~7″ fully erect ~6″ circumference
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Some background: I’m massively into voyeurism, watching people have sex and the idea of watching my SO get fucked has always turned me on. I fit the term “cuckold” quite accurately.
A toy in the attic [MF] [Fsolo, rough, mc, ds, nosex, voy, sm]
It starts with a single gesture. A beckoning motion of my hand and you obediently follow me, holding the leash attached to your collar. Up the steps to the attic we walk, the wooden steps rough against your bare feet. The humid late summer air assaulting your bare flesh, causing stinging pinpricks of sweat to form over your body and trickle along your curves, dripping onto the slightly dusty floor boards.
My finger presses against your lips, silencing and stopping you as you enter the open space, moonlight pouring in through the sky light, illuminating the metal shackles anchored into the floor. Leaving your side, I walk over and begin to light two semi circles of pillar candles around the room, your eyes slowly adjusting to the soft, flickering light.
Turning to you with a slight nod and turn of my head, compelling you to walk into the circle and kneel, your forearms resting on your thighs, just as you are trained to do. I remove the leash and wrap it around my fist, as I examine your naked body, glistening with perspiration, from all sides. You arch your back, sticking your breasts and bottom out for me. You tilt your head back, eyes forward, exposing your neck, until you feel my gaze leaving your flesh.
[MF][Drunk][Voy] Time for a change. (PART 1)
I opened my eyes. The ceiling was painted eggshell white and light by the early morning light. Cautiously I turned my head to the left, to look out my bedroom window. I saw plants partly obscuring a view of a wooden fence. A fence I hadn’t seen in fourteen years.
It worked.
I sat up slowly, looking around my room. It was a mess. An old desktop computer with a CRT monitor, a brick of a TV and a PS2. Where did I keep my phone? On the computer desk? Yes, there it was, an old Nokia. I tried to check the date but I couldn’t immediately remember where to look so I just turned on my PC.
It booted Windows 98. After a longer than usual wait I checked the date. March 5th, 2004.
It worked. I couldn’t believe it, it actually worked. Not even 10 minutes ago I was in 2018, now I was in 2004.
When I’d signed up for the study I’d just been needing money. I was a 32 year old college drop out bouncing from job to job, either in fast food or retail, no real goals, no future, a lot of burned bridges and no motivation to repair any of them.
The disciplinary meeting [MF] [job, ds, exhib, humil, nc, reluc, rough, Fsolo, Msolo, voy]
I page you to my office, interrupting your daydreaming at your desk. You gather your papers, in no real hurry, and lock your cabinets. Walking along the hall, your heels click on the tile floor, navigating the attached loops of rooms to the first floor.
You knock on the door, and I beckon you to enter from my desk, my silhouette backlit from the rows of large windows behind me. “Please, have a seat,” I command, barely glancing up from my computer monitor at the corner of my desk. I make several clicks and then turn to face you. “I called you down here today because it has come to my attention that there were several… pornographic pictures of you discovered on your company issued laptop. You do realize that everything saved to computers that are owned by this company is backed up on our server, correct?” I tilt my head down, looking at you over the wire frames of my glasses.
[m][f] [voyeurism][sexting] watching through a window
*I’ve never written something from a man’s perspective but I enjoyed writing it. Parts of the texts are from actual texts that were sent to me many months ago by this guy who was a good flirt. I asked him permission and he said it was ok to use his words*
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I’ve decided to surprise you. You think I’m still out of town. As I walk up your porch steps I can see the light on in your bedroom. And I can see you there, laying half naked on the bed looking at your phone. Change of plans.
“Hey baby. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” I text.
I see a smile cross your face.
“Me either sweetie. I’m already in bed waiting for you.”
I love this. Watching you text me.
“Tell me what you’re going to do for me when you see me”
You squirm and another grin. You look to the side. Like you’re trying to think of something good to say. And start typing.
“I know you’ve been aching for my tongue all week. I’m going to take you in my mouth. I’m going to take my time.”
A hot shower [MF] [voy, rough, Fsolo, piv]
While you were standing in the shower, water cascading down your skin, bracing your body against the wall as your left arm supporting your breasts, squeezing your right breast in time with your fingers pushing inside your tight ass and pussy. Water sprinkles off your body and pooling in your palm, splashing against your soaking wet cunt. Suddenly, the fan stops, causing the room to fill with steam so you are unable to make out anything in the room. Slipping in, watching you touch yourself, rubbing my cock through my black pants as it strains against the material, my eyes transfixing on your rhythmic thrusts.
As you moan against the wall of the shower, the cold tile chilling your hot, wet skin, making your nipples stiff and raising goosebumps. I follow every curve with my gaze as I open my fly and begin stroking my cock, slowly, curling a finger over the head to lubricate it with my precum. Flushing the toilet, sending ice cold water over you, causing you to leap back and catch me rubbing my thick, rigid shaft to your shapely body.
Payback [M][f] [Mast] [Voy]
I’m not sure how it happened, but there you were, at my door, asking to sleep on my couch. I readily agreed and pulled out a pillow and blanket for you. It was late, so I bid you goodnight and headed for my bedroom. I couldn’t resist and peeked around the corner to watch as you stripped down to your panties and a cami before slipping under the blanket on the couch. I can’t tell you the number of nights I’ve laid alone in bed stroking my aching cock after seeing you in a bikini by the complex pool or a tight v-neck t-shirt with your boobs trying to spill over the top.
*God your tits are so fucking huge.*
I laid awake forever, trying not to jerk my cock while replaying the vision of you undressing. I finally stopped fighting it and slipped out to the kitchen for a bottle of water. I tiptoed and didn’t even look your way, hoping not to wake you. On my way back, I heard you mumble something and froze in my tracks. I slowly turned to look at you and my jaw dropped. The blanket had slipped down from your chest and your tits were in full view. I shook my head and blinked a few times, not believing what I was seeing.
Restless [Str8] [MF] [F] [exh] [voy] [mast]
It must be sometime after 2 a.m. Why wasn’t I asleep, I was having such a nice dream too? I was flirting with a handsome stranger at a coffee shop. He’d look at me with his deep brown eyes; I’d look away. It was classic. But now I’m awake. “Why am I awake?”
I rolled over and laid on my back. Frustrated, I slowly opened my eyes as I did, they drifted towards the ceiling. The room was dark, except for the moonlight trickling in through the blinds. I threw the blankets off and wandered over to the window, opening the blinds, to peer out into the city lights.
It was a clear night. The full moon hung close to me in the black, starless sky; I could almost reach out and grab it. Being near the top floor was a pleasurable experience at night. I could look down at my city, but the city couldn’t look back at me. She was still awake even at this time. The cars buzzing around in the streets below, workers in the offices across the way; the city never truly sleeps.
Artist and Model part 9: Market [mFF] [voy][exh]
He nodded, still groggy and looked down to see that he had indeed come to the kitchen naked, having left his clothes somewhere. Helena made him a cup of tea while Tamara made Nicholas a plate of food. He looked at them with bewilderment. He felt conflicted and confused. Their curvy figures in their small silk robes distracted his mind from his thoughts.
“We are headed to the village where we will meet with the girls returning with the boat.” Helena said as he ate a plum.
“What do you do in the town?” He asked.
“Not much, I am afraid. It is a pretty small place, but it has its charms. Of all the places on this earth, I like this one probably the most. This island has everything a girl like me could want,” Helena said.
“I like the market!” Tamara said. Helena turned to her and nodded in agreement. They both smiled at each other then turned back to Nicholas.
“Hurry up, and you can come with us to town!” Helena said after watching him eat for a moment. He quickly ate a slice of bread with honey, half an orange, some oats and yogurt, then ran to grab some clothes.