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Voyeuristic Pleasure

by eroticriter on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I met an old girlfriend for a drink on a Thursday night after work; the night wasn't that great, maybe we chose the wrong day to meet? At the bar we had a few drinks, but there was no atmosphere, the music wasn't that great plus not that many people were there, even her company was not enough to excite me. After finishing our Long Island Iced Tea jug we de...

Will The Spy Get Caught?

by luv2makeUhot on Aug 30, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS ARE FICTIONAL, EVEN IF THEY ARE BASED ON REAL EXPERIENCES! Hmm, what to do on a boring Sunday afternoon? I know just the thing... Christina: I could wander past your house, just in case I might catch sight of you, perhaps naked if I was lucky! But no, the house is empty. Ah - the back door is open! I might like to sneak inside an...

Late For Work

by PrincessErin on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Vanessa rushed quickly past the other cubicles towards her small three-walled office. She was late for work and she was not impressed with herself. She never was late in the past, but since she began dating Jordan, things had changed. She was tired and sore and had slept through her alarm, twice, this morning. Vanessa rushed past his desk, not even making e...

Ms. Dollie's Random Stories Ch. 14

by LIVINRFANTASIES on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

OTHER DRESS UP SURPRISE SHOPPING TRIPS or The Little Adult Bookstore Of course, on vacations, camping trips, and many times away from our little town, Dollie was wearing tops and bottoms that exposed much flesh. There were many more times one of us planned a dress-up surprise shopping trip just to play around. Other times were when we actually needed grocer...

Mardi Gras Ch. 01

by dharma_bum on Sep 26, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Mardi Gras: Part One, Bourbon Street Taking "Min" BACK,, to the "Big Easy",,, and being as close as two people can be.~~~~ We stand. Balcony. Johnny White's. Corner of Bourbon Street & Orleans. The crowd below us is going WiLd for you. And you stand, like some worshiped Aphrodite. Your adoring public below you, Screaming to you. BEGGING you! You look...

A Trip To Remember

by PixieChick on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

It was enough of a cliché to make me blush later. I mean, the business trip, the hotel room, the camera, and the website . . . but I'm getting ahead of myself. It all started with the business trip. My husband of almost a year was going to New York, pardon this other cliché, and at the last minute I managed to clear my work schedule to accompany him. We spen...

Africa's Sex Races

by Scorpio7 on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Before I begin to tell you about this very real event, I have to clarify that this has nothing whatsoever to do with RACE. It has to do with LOCATION! This nightly event that I am about to describe to you, takes place on the African Continent. Unfortunately, I’m unable to recall where this African “sporting event” occurs, but I am reasonably certain that it...

The Shower

by hotload57 on Sep 1, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Mmmmmmm! I woke up this morning thinking of Amy and the wonderful time we spent last night. As I got up out of the bed and stretched, I heard the shower running in the bathroom. I love watching Amy's beautiful naked body and figured this was a perfect opportunity to do so. I quietly opened the door to the bathroom and looked around the door jamb. What a glor...

Jake's Second Visit

by i8u269er on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Our Screen Name: long time no see Confidant: hi! Great to see you Our Screen Name: you too. How you doing? Confidant: good and you? Our Screen Name: all is well Confidant: I'm glad Confidant: hope your summer is good Our Screen Name: yes, I got a nice tan! Confidant: must look great Our Screen Name: I've been told Confidant: any threesome...

The Sex Shop Diaries Ch. 01

by wiccanbear on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

He came in every Friday, always at 9 o'clock in the evening. He never said a word when he came in. Tall, long hair, very ordinary actually. But he had a pair of the most vivid amber eyes I had ever seen! His name was Joe. Quiet Joe as I called him. Oh he'd laugh at the jokes I told and would smile sweetly. Not those cheap; I'm being nice smiles. No his smil...