I got home late to my apartment and threw my backpack on the couch, not even bothering to turn on the lights. The N train had been an absolute nightmare and my building's elevator was out of order, forcing me to walk up the 12 flights of stairs to my humble studio. It was a small New York hovel, but the biggest appeal was the giant floor to ceiling windows,...
Ch 3 - Breakfast Helen woke up late for work. She dressed in a hurry and barely took the time to put on any makeup. She rushed down the stairs because she didn't want to wait for the elevator. On her way down the last flight of stairs to the garage, she heard a snap and felt herself starting to fall. She managed to grab the stair rail in time to catch herse...
After that first night of great fucking at her sexy Latin neighbor's apartment, Vivienne couldn't stop thinking about it. It occupied her mind at work, at home, when she was out -- basically all the time. Her pussy would tingle at the thought of that happening again. Strangely enough, she hadn't run into Julio since it happened. She had her apartment opened...
This is the first in series of real voyeur experiences which I hope will be accepted for posting. I have been a dedicated voyeur and peeper for over twenty years and have managed to see some very remarkable things in that time. I have never been caught, but have come very close on several occasions. Hey, without the risk, where would the thrill be. Some of m...
Luna's Love Life, Ch. 03: The Arrival California, here we come! My parents didn't object to my plans at all, though they were a bit worried about my postponing college like that. But they accepted my decision and did their best to help out. Dad's loaning me his Dodge van to move my stuff to UCLA in - not that I have a lot of stuff; just the usual, really:...
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It was August of 1969. I was sleeping on my nine foot by seven foot waterbed when a friend, who had needed a place to crash that night and was staying in the front room, came running into the bedroom yelling, "The house is on fire! The house is on fire!" I quickly jumped out of bed, stark naked, saying, "Well let's put it out!" and ran to the front room wi...
The apartment was still a mess. Boxes sat everywhere, most of them spilling their contents to the floor. Dishes lined the counters because the open cabinets still needed to be lined with paper. The pictures Lisa had meant to hang still sat propped up against the walls and the windows... Lisa stared out the window, a sigh breaking free from her mouth. She'd...
I sat at my office desk staring at the manila folder in my hands. I knew what the contents were. I had just received an oral report from William, the private detective I'd hired. He'd just confirmed my worst suspicions about my wife's sluttish behavior. I thanked him and wrote out a check for his expensive services and walked him to the door. I couldn't bri...
After the filming of Avengers Endgame wrapped, I desperately needed to take a vacation. I loved working with the crew and all my friends, but month after month of filming will take its toll, I'm certainly not getting any younger. Cobie had caught wind of me talking about taking sometime away on set. She sat me down and told me of this small apartment she had...