Tag: Voyeurism

[F] [Teen] [Exh/Voy] Ahh, College Sex.

The new found freedom, the sudden influx of potential partners, the overwhelming social pressure to get your dick wet. It’s a cesspool of lewd behavior.

I grew up in a fairly small town, so small in fact that I spent grade four to high school graduation with the same ~40 kids in my grade. When you grow up with the same group of kids and go through that awkward puberty phase together and then toss in strange middle school drama, the resulting relationships morph into almost borderline incestual bonds. I was also an ugly duckling who thought I *totally* pulled off a Monroe piercing. Needless to say, there weren’t a whole lot of no pants parties in my high school career.

Come university I ditched the tacky piercing, swapped it out for a lip ring (*slightly* less tacky), dyed my hair, lost a bit of weight, and lucked out with my own single occupancy dorm on campus. Go ahead, ask me how long it took me to lose my virginity. Yup, less than a month. Read more »

[F] My sub/dom relationship

I’ve not really talked a whole lot about this but this seems like a safe place. Anyway, my first ever relationship was a sub/dom relationship and at the time I had no idea what sub/dom even meant. This guy was a lot older than me and literally introduced me to everything related to sex since I had never even had sex before. He was also a person who was close to my family which made things very complicated lol. The first time I ever had sex with him I was handcuffed and even from the beginning I liked the feeling of being controlled. Looking back on it I wonder if maybe I thought that’s how all sex and relationships worked since I had never been in one before. Over the span of two years he introduced me to lots of things like butt plugs and nipple clamps and big dildos and I really loved all of it (not always at first though lol). He also had a fetish for voyeurism in the sense that he liked having me show off (mostly my boobs through sheer shirts) in public lol. That took a while for me to get comfortable with but I kinda started to love it and is probably why I work as a cocktail server in a strip club today lol. I guess I’m writing this because it’s been a year since that relationship ended and I’ve had one other relationship since then but it has been really hard for me to be satisfied in a normal relationship. Is it weird to want to be in a sub/dom type of relationship again? Has anyone else been able to have a happy normal relationship after something like that? If anyone has any advice I’d really appreciate it. Thank you for listening and being respectful :)

[F] [Group] [Exh/Voy] Tonight, Class, We’re Covering the Basics

Oh Tinder. You generational-changing, reality blurring, mind altering little shit of an app, you. If it’s good for one thing though, you can guarantee it’ll land you with some memorable stories!

Thankfully, I’ve only spend a month of my time swiping faces left and right. It was March of this year and I was fresh out of a two year long relationship. Sexual deviant acts aside I bumped into a friend of a friend from university. A university we had attended four time zones away. Small world, hey? Naturally we decided to hang out and catch up. We quickly connected the dots and we realized that he and my ex had gone to the same high school together. A high school that was halfway around the world. Super small world, hey? The catch, however, was that due to their culture and relationship, I became immediately off limits. He wouldn’t even consider letting a hug linger for too long. Ahh well, we were both at funny points in our lives and we enjoyed each other’s company. Read more »

Wife Swap at the Pajama Party [mfmf][voy][bdsm][sex club]

My husband Max and I were dressed in our pajamas heading to the pajama party in the sex club’s finished basement. Max was in plaid bottoms and a t-shirt while I wore a cute pink satin pajama top and matching shorts. My nipples were hard. My brown hair bounced around my shoulders as we wandered downstairs. It seemed like everybody was down here in a pile of fourteen pajama wearing adults spread out on the floor in a sea of blankets, sleeping bags and bean bags nibbling on buckets of popcorn as they watched the ancient porno. Deep Throat was playing on the six by thirteen foot screen affixed to the wall. Max and I scooped up a bucket of popcorn and with drinks and popcorn in hand, we sauntered towards the group. Tom and Ann, a couple we were interested in playing with, were snuggled together propped up on a bean bag. Ann, with her black hair and deep blue eyes and her clean cut blonde husband, Tom looked over and waved for us to join them. Max and I uttered, ‘excuse me’ as we tiptoed over bodies to settle down upon the sleeping bag strewn on the floor. Max pulled up the bean bag behind us. He threw is arm around my shoulder as we settled back to watch the show. I was lying so close to Ann, dressed in a black tank top adorned with skull and bones and a pair of men’s cotton tighty whities. She was kind of a goth girl. Both my husband and I find her quite attractive. Her legs were so long and beautiful Tom looked relaxed in grey pajama bottoms and an Eddie Bauer t-shirt. We were so cozy together, melded in a puddle of flannel wearing adults. Read more »

Artist and New Model part 6 -Beach and Waves- (mFF) [voy] [exh] [oral] [threesome] [incest]

After working through more than a dozen sketches and several developed drawings using numerous poses, Nicholas sighed and stood from his drawing horse. He looked at each of the drawings, then at the walls to see where he could hang them to look at them all.

Helena and Tamara climbed off the sofa. Helena grabbed her robe and put her arms through it, but she left the front open. She looked at his drawings with a smile on her face. The sight of herself examined in different poses excited her. Tamara tried to get another drop from the bottle of wine.

“Is it time for lunch or something? I think it is past noon,” Tamara said as she looked out the windows.

“Yes. I will prepare lunch, Nicholas come to the kitchen in a minute, please allow me to prepare,” Helena said as she took Tamara by the waist and walked with her towards the double doors. “You can not come to eat naked with our guest. I demand you put on *something*. Go upstairs and find *something* of mine to wear!”

He watched Tamara’s wide hips and round ass as they walked away from him to the door. Read more »

Artist and New Model – Good night, Good Morning- part 5 (mFFf) [voy] [exh] [mast] [oral] [lesbian] [threesome][anal] [incest]

Nicholas brushed his teeth in the dark. Out the bathroom window he could see the moon half-full and the stars. The window beamed faint blue in the room. Brushing his teeth relaxed him but did nothing to stop his erection. Looking through a keyhole in such a way at two women pleasuring themselves and each other excited him tremendously. The sight of the two fresh in his mind continued to keep the attention of his thoughts.

He spat out the toothpaste when he finished and washed out his mouth with a swish of water. After spitting, he heard a door shut quietly, then approaching footsteps. He turned to see the bathroom door ajar, and he froze, not knowing what to do.

A hand grabbed the door and opened it more as a woman quickly and quietly strode in the room, almost shutting the door behind her, giving it her attention so not to make a sound. She turned and nearly bumped directly into him. She recoiled with a jump from seeing his silhouette against the window.

“Nicholas! You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing?” The woman whispered her yell. She placed her fingertips over her nipples to cover herself as she spoke. It looked like Violet, but the darkness made him uncertain. Read more »

Artist and New Model -Dinner and Drawing- part 4 (mFff) [voy] [exh] [tease] [oral, lesbian] [fantasy] [horror]

Nicholas stumbled up the back patio and saw Violet still reading, her slender legs hanging over the arm of her chair. He saw her small cute feet, one resting over the other, wiggling her toes slightly. He removed his shoes and placed them on the step.

“Hey Violet, how’s the book?” He asked her, startling her as he spoke. She sat up pulling her body to her knees and looked at him with her book in hand.

“Boring. In need of some excitement. It just drags on, none of the juicy parts! All characters and no fun,” she replied. He looked at her strangely, and she placed the book on her legs for him to see the cover and title: *A Delightful Ride* by Wanda Globbins. The cover showed a bosomy woman collapsing in the arms of some shirtless muscled hunk. After seeing the cover he peered down to her feet and smooth legs.

“Hah! Looks like fun,” he said dryly. She pulled the book back to her eyes and continued reading as he looked down her thighs almost able to see up her skirt. He shot a glance at her face to see her flick her eyebrows at him. Turning to the house he opened the door and entered the lounge. Read more »

Artist and New Model – Daily Routine / Wandering the Hills- part 3 (mFff) [exh] [voy] [tease] [mast] [fantasy] [horror]

“Good morning!”

He turned to see Helena coming out the kitchen door, her hair hanging down, wild and wavy. He saw she wore a thin black baby-doll nightgown with feather trim. He could see the outline of her figure under the thin fabric. She gave him a hug and kissed his cheek, holding him close. He put his hand around her thin waist.

“So have a good rest?” She asked and pulled him to the kitchen. She fed him granola and yogurt in a bowl. It tasted amazing in his mouth. She drank a cup of strong smelling coffee. After he finished eating, she led him through a long hallway with many paintings and drawings hanging on the walls between many doors. He wanted to stop and examine one, but Helena’s body in her nightgown proved too distracting. He could not help himself watching her hips sway, her big ass bouncing and pulling the thin fabric. He could roughly see the outline of her peach ass, and it made him stick out his tongue and pant mockingly but not out of spite, merely excitement and wanton lust mixed with confusion. Read more »

Artist and New Model – the house- part 2 (mFff) [exh] [voy] [tease] [fantasy] [horror]

After leaving the harbor, Helena poured another drink, gulped it and poured another. Nicholas watched Violet shift her weight from one leg to another standing at the wheel. Helena sat down next to him with a blindfold in hand. She pulled the elastic band around her head and covered her eyes.

“I might pass out… the rocking of the boat on the sea always puts me to sleep, so don’t hesitate to prop me up if I fall over or something,” Helena spoke into his ear. He turned and nodded with a smile. Lily appeared in the bridge after having disappeared below deck. She stood in next to Violet, and the two whispered while stealing glances at Nicholas. He pretended not to notice, instead looking out at the starry sky. After a few words, Lily unzipped her wet-suit and began pulling her body out of it. She wore a tiny yellow bikini underneath her suit. He could not hide his staring as she revealed her curvy body hidden under the thick wet-suit. He stared at her huge tits and watched her turn her back to him as she pulled the wet-suit down her legs, giving him a good view of the string bikini between the round cheeks of her ass. As she pulled her feet from the suit, she looked over her shoulder at him as he continued to stare. She smiled at him, stood and approached him, standing with her stomach only a few inches from his face. Read more »

Artist and New Model, Patroness of the Arts- part 1 (mFff) [exh] [voy] [fantasy] [horror]

Standing in the entry, watching people shambling through the gallery, Nicholas looked from person to person, hoping to gain some idea of the reception of his drawings with the visitors and patrons. He held a glass of white wine in his left hand, swirling the liquid in the glass. He saw a few older couples looking closely at a nude woman he had drawn. The old man pointed indiscriminately with a growing scowl, while the woman, who appeared to be his wife, smiled at the drawing, sipping her wine quietly, seeming confused by her husband’s distaste.

Nicholas Amalion liked exciting his audience with his drawings and paintings. He preferred working from a nude model, a rare thing in his circle of art as most abandoned observational art in favor of abstraction and conceptualism. He hated conceptualism, cared little for abstraction, but he loved observation. It showed quite clearly in his work. He enjoyed that some called his erotic art as lewd, while others, mostly women, loved his brave, ‘not-unsexualized’ depictions of the female nude. Read more »