[MF] I Came Home Early And Found Mom… [illustrated][taboo][voyeurism][vignette]

Mom was ‘apparently unaware’ that it was Senior Skip day though I had mentioned it several times before. I was already acing my classes and wouldn’t miss any finals that day, so she didn’t seem terribly perturbed by the prospect.

Nevertheless, I was quite surprised to find her car in the driveway when I got to the house. She was rarely home from work before five. I thought about heading over to a friend’s instead, but was curious as to why she would be home.

I quietly let myself in the front door. Upstairs, I could hear the bath running; another oddity for this time of day. I slowly climbed the stairs and entered the master suite. Mom’s work clothes were laid out on the bed: skirt, blouse, belt, stockings, pumps, and bra. I looked over and found the door to her bath ajar, light shining through.

Clearly I had walked in on her preparing to bathe, which was a very strange thing for Mom to come home in the middle of the day and do. Nevertheless, my curiosity should have been satisfied. I could have simply retreated and asked her about it afterwards. Instead, I felt myself drawn to the open doorway.

Watching You Work [M/F, Voyeurism]

** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **

Peter was true to his word. Any time Kat initiated sex—lovemaking—he was more than willing. He’d even taken to waking her in the morning before he got up to go to work with gentle, arousing touches and long, lingering good morning kisses.

They’d had more sex in the past two weeks than they’d had in the past two months.

And it was great.

It was.

But something still felt off. Something was still missing.

And it was driving Kat crazy.

She wanted to make love to Peter. She loved making love with him. So what was wrong with her?

She stared off into the afternoon light through her study’s bay window, her laptop resting on her legs. She looked down at the words she’d just typed.

> *Kendra moaned as Jae raked his nails down her back, his touch scouring down her skin as she came*.

She sighed. Rough sex. Sexy raunch. Kinky love. This was what she how made her living now. And it did very well for her. Her books were top sellers now. National chain stores had her stories ready in stock. And Max was organizing her sixth book tour with ten stops crossing the country from coast to coast.

I caught a glimpse of a huge cock in action… while also in action. [FF][MM][Voyeurism]

I guess I’ll just put a description of me in every post:
>I know you perverts (I’m one too, no judgment) are wondering.. so here’s me: I’m not “hot”, or at least I don’t think so. Dudes have told me I’m pretty, girls I’ve been friends with (and those I have been more than friends with) have told me that I have unfair eyes. I’m heavy for my height – probably 10-15 lbs. overweight. I’m pretty lazy about it, because I can be. I have had standard-deviation-breaking bras since 13; getting guys in bed hasn’t been hard except times when I get picky. Hips are clearly meant for baby making.. thanks, Mom.

[F] Trying to think of ‘accidental’ ways of showing myself. [voyeurism]

Despite my catholic upbringing there has always been a bit of a dark side to me. Well not particularly dark but I’m not white as snow, put it that way.

One aspect about me is I enjoy a bit of exhibitionism. Not in the flash the tits out for the lads kind of way but the subtle “accidental” kind of way. Short skirt, bending over kind of flashing not the full on pizza delivery boy challenge.

During the summer months I generally move about the house naked and even venture into the garden nude but stay up the top end of the garden where I can’t be seen, well unless someone goes to great effort. If I have to tend the washing line, I either put on a dressing gown or an oversized t-shirt. This is my favourite as I know when I reach up to the line or bend over to pick up the washing out of the basket my bits are there for the world to see, not that anyone is probably looking.

GF’s Dorm 3 – The Buttplug Mystery [MF] [Str8] [Voyeurism] [Exhibition] [Anal] [Cheating]

This is a story about Teagan, my girlfriend back in my university days and her roommate, Sarah.

If you have not read part 1, please click on the link below as it introduces the girls and sets up the story:

GF’s Dorm 1 – Blowjob while spying on her roommate [MF+F, Blowjob + Voyeurism] from gonewildstories

So a couple of days have passed and Sarah acted like nothing happened. As if her watching me fuck and cum all over Teagan was just a dream. As if she didn’t licked Teagan’s cum off my cock and swallowed my cum while Teagan was washing up. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if it even happened. It was so surreal. Did I just dream it up? I mean, I have fantasied about her – she is very hot.

And so, I decided not to tell Teagan. Nothing good can come out of it.

One early morning, I woke up after thinking about it – and getting a huge morning wood as a result. Both the girls were still asleep in their respective beds. I practically live here now. So I made my way to the bathroom for a cold shower.

How a Weird Cute Girl Cured my Depression. [MW] [Fdom] [mast] [reluc] [voy]

Call me Steve. I’m an average-looking, although lean, 26 years year old male.

A few months ago I moved to Sydney after completing my engineering degree and – let’s face facts – after my girlfriend, Jai, dumped me for another guy. Apparently, I was always studying and not being attentive to her needs. Her “needs” often centred on her interests, her friends and, well, shopping. I’m not bitter about her choosing somebody else, in truth, I did make my studies as a priority, but also I did love that girl, and I was depressed as hell for losing her. Moving to Sydney and into a tiny little inner-city flat while I looked for work didn’t help. I did low paying intern work during the day, and at night watched TV and moped.

It was a Tuesday night about 6.00 pm when there came a lazy rapping on my door. I sighed as I was about to do something and didn’t wish to be interrupted. But, as I never got visitors I was curious as to who might be knocking at this hour. Please don’t let it be religious nuts.

Date Night [NC][OS][VOY]

I write fantasy stories for my wife and read them to her. This is one of them.

**Date night**

The babysitter showed up early as usual. We said our goodbyes to the kids and hopped in the car. You didn’t know where we were going—I kept it as a surprise as normal—but you figured we’d do the regular drinks and dinner and whatnot. Nothing too exciting, you thought, but always good to get out of the house and away from the kids for a bit.

It was nice outside, so the car windows were open as we drove down Cherokee street towards a bar we had been to before. You were wearing a short, navy blue dress with your hair back and glasses on.

The bar was packed, but we found a booth open in the back.

“I have a little something extra planned for tonight,” I told you as we sat down with our beers. You guessed a few things—dinner at the ramen place down the street, a movie—but I didn’t have either of those in mind.