"Shit, you make me so wet" whimpering through my words.  Silence remained, which added to the lure of it all.  Back and forth his tongue flickered out to tap at my pussy, my hands twisted and pulled at the bed frame, the friction of the lace against my soft skin almost burning.  "Sit still kitten, your going to hurt yourself" he mumbled with his lips pressed against my sex.  Instinctively my hips thrust upwards, feeling h...

His posture changed suddenly.  A more stern look on his face, and his eyes severe.  As I crawled forward I could feel the sweat in the palms of my hands.  I had to do this right. I had to be perfect.  He shifted on the edge of his bed and put his hand down to graze my cheek.  The temperature outside was ungodly hot, but was nothing in comparison to the heat that was inside his room.  He rustled the bag behind him and out...

He had presents.  That's what he said when he returned back from the store just up the road, my back turned to him while I chatted online with a girlfriend.  Interest peaked inside but he continued through the kitchen and out of sight.  Moments later he sat beside me, with a face that could only mean one thing.  Something delicious.  Something corrupt on his mind.  Our days had been going so amazingly already I can't imag...

This was a sickness. A sickness that I had to find help for or get under wraps. Sooner or later this kind of behavior is going to get me into trouble. There was no denying that I had to watch whatever seemed to be the least bit arousing to me. More than that though, I needed to understand the fascination. Where there more out there just like me? I turned to the only thing rational where I could find the answers to all of...

The office couple. They sit so close to one another at lunch it's like they are joined at the hip. I watch them and notice how he just brushes the side of her thigh as they eat. God the way he looks at her. Of course I can't take my eyes off of them, staring rudely as I swallow mouth fulls of coffee. She's the worst kind of tease too, leaning in and whispering what I imagine are obscenities right into his ear, watching ho...

It was consuming me. I found myself looking at couples and wondering what they would be like together, fucking in their bedrooms. If they left the lights on or hid in the dark while they did it, and how often did they partake in the pleasures. Since my dream I was feeling as though there was a warning. He even told me in my dream that I was walking a dangerous path by spying and peeping like I was. God. What would I do if...

His hands were tangled in my hair, tugging my head up and down.  I fought off the urge to gag but how much more could I take of his relentless throat fucking? "That's better...I knew you could do better".  His words trailed off into a low guttural moan.  My mouth strained to keep him there, in the deepest hollows of my throat.  "Dirty, dirty girl.  See what happens when you put yourself in dangerous predicaments?  Spying...

Now before I start, you may wonder why Peeping Girl.  Well, what would you call a girl who loves to watch other people doing naughty things to each other, a female peeping Tom?The answer is simple. I get off on every opportunity to watch couples, or any other combination of people, or any single person doing anything sexy. It started as any other of my obsessions, a mindless walk through the park, usually during the day t...