Milly enters school greeting her friends and heading towards her first class, gym. As she walks into the changing room she notices the room is almost entirely empty, walking over to her friend Lauren she asks “why is it so empty in here” Lauren replies with “Don’t you know there’s a trip for the local college” “No I didn’t”What's next? Stay She ditches it...
A second installment in my series of real voyeur experiences. If you are reading this then Literotica has seen fit to post my stories (yea!). If you read my first story then you know that I am a dedicated voyeur and peeper. Not all my adventures involve a technically illegal act such as peeping from a patio. Many are quite legitimate and involve no illicit a...
"Hey! I'm home!" 'Shit, shit, shit,' I thought. I was kinda tied up at the moment my roommate decided to come home. Technically, I was handcuffed. I scurried across the room, grabbed my phone which controlled the vibrator in my panties, turned it off, grabbed the keys, got the cuffs off and threw them into my sock drawer all in what felt like under 10 secon...
My previous narratives have been from my imagination. This is my real story about how I became a voyeur. Although I've been involved in a lot of great sex since, early experiences stick in the memory as more erotic. I left school in the late fifties getting a job in commercial photographers. My main jobs were to developing the olden style black and white s...
One of the many sides of sexuality is enjoying that once in a while accidental moment which brings you something you were not expecting to see, but afterwards were quite glad you did. It is a one-off, one time deal. It doesn't lead to anything else, usually, except maybe for you to be on the lookout for it to happen again. We're talking of course about accid...
This is the continuation of Part 1, based on a true story, in which my lover dared me to walk through the streets of Paris dressed to thrill… It’ll make most sense if you read Part 1 first. So there I was in the café, dressed in my ‘follow me, fuck me’ boots, my black thigh-highs, my lovely thigh-length leather jacket, and my red silk scarf. And that’s it....
It was one of those warm and somewhat humid days in early summer. Everyone in New York who could was wearing as little clothing as they could. No jackets except for the men in suits who worked in law offices and similar places downtown. I got on the "A" train at Dyckman station. I usually take the express when heading to New York University on McDougal, wher...
So, the pandemic rages on, and my wife and I have been out of work for months. my wife's job as a ballerina was completely out of the question as all theater work was shut down. My job was not much better and prospects were slim. I was having trouble making the rent and I knew that we were going to have to find a place to stay. Well, I don't have a ton of f...
Sorry it's taken so long to get my 5th contribution out but the last six months have been incredibly busy and the most fun filled times of my young life. In the time between my last submission and now I've left school, had three summer holidays, left home and started a 4 year course at a University in London. What I'd like to share with you is the on-going...
It was a Sunday evening in the early summer and we had decided to go for a drive out into the country. As usual we stopped for a drink at one of the local pubs, and stood at the bar, chatting to the barmaid, who we knew from previous visits. June decided to sit on one of the high bar stools while I stood by her side. I had always fancied the barmaid, she was...