Author’s Note: Hey this is a story about an extraordinarily successful man and his twin wives in a modern-day setting. The story will include F/F/M, F/F, and M/F pairings. Everything from the sweet loving making, to hard fucking, down to role-playing, and obvious implied or overt incest. More or less their lives are “perfect”. They are well off and have done...
All persons in this story are 18 years of age and older. * I don't care what anybody says, deep down, there's a voyeur in all of us. If any of us were given the chance to secretly watch the intimate secrets and the dirty deeds of others, I think we'd all take that chance. My first experience of voyeurism takes me back to when I was a school girl, and abou...
When you look at most artist's drawings or paintings of nudes you can usually tell if the artist and the model had a personal relationship that was more than just an hourly fee. Degas produced some wonderful paintings of nude women bathing and combing their hair – 'a la toilette', as they say in France. Yet they are all observed sensitively and with great...
The hotel was not so far away from home that it was a treck getting here, but was far enough for it to be unlikely that anyone I knew would be there. In any case it was a rather cheap place, three stars at most, and most of my husband's and my friends certainly wouldn't entertain that. I'd met Arndt playing golf. I suppose you could say he'd swept me off my...
Tina enjoyed telling me about it. "She's been having all kinds of fun. I guess it's rebounding after a divorce or something. When she talks about romantic dinners out with strangers, then bringing them back to her place, well, it sounds so exciting and sexy. Maybe I'm jealous. She sure seems to be having a lot of fun these days." I offered my opinion. "She...
The hotel was not so far away from home that it was a treck getting here, but was far enough for it to be unlikely that anyone I knew would be there. In any case it was a rather cheap place, three stars at most, and most of my husband's and my friends certainly wouldn't entertain that. I'd met Arndt playing golf. I suppose you could say he'd swept me off my...
This is a true story written in collaboration with my model, 'Kasey', from her perspective. I first discovered I liked to be looked at sexually when I was only 18. I was sitting on a train with very short skirt on and i noticed that the man opposite me was staring. I was used to men staring at my boobs, but he wasn't staring at them, he was staring at my...
Dear Reader: Many of you have enjoyed my voyeur-cuck stories. I have written these from the point of view of the wife (Bet in Branson -- Aftermath) and from the point of view of the stud (Lynn and Bobby Chapter 3). But I have not written a story from the point on view of the voyeur-cuck. Some of you may think that Chapter 1 of the Lynn and Bobby series is su...
Blonde curls knotted at the top of Emily's head like an anchor— the perfect size to grip in my fist and guide her lips to my cock. Thick black-rimmed glasses framed her big blue eyes as she slouched across the desk, scanning an open textbook. I loved the way the blue thinned around her pupils as I fucked her — seeing such a visceral reaction always made my c...
For a few minutes she lay still, with her eyes closed, savouring the after-glow of her ecstasy. She opened her eyes and saw him standing awkwardly, unsure what to say or do. After all, they were almost strangers, he a self-employed photographer, and she his client. Their eyes met briefly, then he swept his eyes over body and down to his own feet in embarrass...