Peephole Stories

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Little Red Nightie Nights Ch. 02

by xCalaban on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Horror

Terry woke to a loud banging on her front door—a very loud banging. She slipped a bathrobe over her red nightie and slid the manuscript she had yet to let go of into a drawer as she crossed the apartment to find out what was going on. Through the peephole in the door Terry saw her assistant from the office, Roberta, flanked by two policemen. "What's this?"...

Essential Services in the Bedroom

by YourLibrarianDream on Jul 15, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

"I'm sorry miss, but you will have to self-quarantine yourself for two weeks in your home. Your contact with Allison Miller means you are a presumptive positive. We suggest that you call a friend, neighbor, or family member to bring you supplies and groceries. You cannot-" I didn't really hear much after that, the panic was already climbing up my throat. Al...

Wives' Club, Progression Ch. 05

by KKHowling on Sep 15, 2017
Loving Wives

"So what would you push me to do?" Tracy asked again, shaking Cathy out of her own thoughts. "I don't know," Cathy admitted. "Maybe you should go for your two guy fantasy?" Even as she said it, Cathy felt like that Tracy wouldn't need a push to do that. Now that Cathy had broken down that barrier for her, Tracy would probably go for it on her own. The conv...

Overseer of the Harem Ch. 02

by SexyGeek on Sep 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

CHAPTER TWO -- ENTERTAINING GUESTS Bagoas was powerful here. In the Taourirt Kasbah of the Governor of Ouarzazate he held an important position. He did not meddle in politics, nor war, nor finance. The pleasure of the Governor was Bagoas' charge, for he was Overseer of the Harem. This, of course, meant he was a eunuch. He had been gelded at the age of ten,...

On Being the 'Other Man'

by M.A.Thompson on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

Sometimes I wake up at night and I can still feel her mouth on me. I wrap my arms around myself and ache to feel her body on mine, lick my fingers and wish I could taste her salty skin, find my hands inside my shorts and fool myself for just a minute that it is her hands on me, making me moan. Still, this is not nearly as difficult as being in her presence....

Mr. Manning's Consumation Ch. 04

by A. Amalgam on Sep 15, 2017
Romance

"Baber don't be a baby, just do what he asked" Jasim groaned. "No! He might miss! Besides, we need to escape!" Baber complained. Aazim shook his head. "He won't miss, just hold it by the chain away from the door so the bullet doesn't ricochet off the wall." Aarif rolled his eyes. "Both of you be quiet. I can shoot the lock off without anyone's help. Ever...

Clothes Are Not Dry Yet

by Rob_Howard on Aug 31, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Disclaimer: All the characters in the story are above 18 years of age. Deepa woke up in the morning of the third Monday of the lockdown, stripped off all the clothes from her body and threw them in the laundry basket which was overflowing with her previous dirty clothes. She had a strict rule of wearing one set of clothes per day and never repeat it unless...

Overseer of the Harem Ch. 13

by SexyGeek on Sep 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The Wedding Bagoas stood in the courtyard of the Taourit Kasbah and drew in a deep breath. Bagoas was a powerful person in the Kasbah, being Overseer of the Governor's Harem. Today had been the wedding day of his master, Governor Glaouri of Ouarzarate. The Governor had celebrated his marriage to a daughter of the Sultan, Dahab the Golden. The Kasbah had bee...

Wife Has Some Fun

by desi_76 on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

(The story is written for my wife, it's one of the fantasies we have talked about and I hope to see her read this story while playing with herself get wet and cum hard. The names have been changed for obvious reasons. A special Thank you to Sheri for helping big time with the editing) * I reached home to find my wife packing for our trip, with her clothes...

The Witch And The Farmer

by Nemo of Utopia on Jan 17, 2018
Fantasy

My name is Thomas O'Malley, and YES, I've heard EVERY variation of EVERY 'Aristocats' joke you can THINK of, so save it! I grew up in Boston, one among many Irish Catholic families in that town until I was 21 years old. It's two months before my 22nd birthday there's an insistent knock on my door. "Who is it?" I call. "Hello? My name is Ma...

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