Thanks to Rexbrookdale for helping with editing this chapter. * It was the day of the party, and Zemora had finally found the perfect costume to wear. She had decided to be risqué, and found a revealing costume she wouldn't have dared to wear any other time. That evening, while in her hotel suite getting ready, the telephone rang. "Hello?" "Hey, 'Mor,...
It was half an hour before twelve, and I was straightening things up around the living room when I heard the doorbell ring. "Hmm, wonder who that could be," I thought, and set down the magazines I was going through on the coffee table to answer it. When I opened the door, Jacob was there, smiling a bit nervously at me. "Oh! You're here early." I stepped ou...
I awoke the morning after Lauren's birthday to find she was no longer lying in bed with me. Still naked, I groaned, shifting under the bed sheets and sitting up. I rolled off the mattress and stumbled into the bathroom. I relieved my bladder, took a quick shower then got dressed to find Lauren sitting in the living room watching TV. "Morning babe," I said...
I wasn't quite sure which category to submit this under. I was guessing sci-fi though it could also fall under interracial or maybe even romance. Anyway, I hope those who have enjoyed and read my previous material will continue their kind support and suggestions. ************** "No! No! For God's sake somebody help me!!!!" "Oh God!" Kumiko screamed. "Do...
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Voyeurism, whether it's classified as a kink or fetish, is a difficult thing to live with. As a voyeur, sometimes the smallest, most innocent observations can arouse me sexually. The inadvertent exposure of a woman's bras strap, the hint of panty lines, and even the socially acceptable view of cleavage can begin fantasies that are probably not evoked in peop...