Voyeurism is the practice whereby an individual derives sexual pleasure from observing other people.
Voyeurs are the opposite of exhibitionists who like to be watched rather than like watching.
Jason couldn't sleep again. It had been over a month since the beautiful Samantha moved into the apartment across the hall, and she utterly consumed his thoughts both day and night. From the very first time he laid eyes on her sculpted yet deliciously cur...
To me, life with my younger spouse had never been more daring and adventurous. Sex is the spice of life, and I had discovered that I liked nothing better than seeing Lady Windemere receive a good shafting from a virile stud. During the last year or so, ma...
This extremely bizarre occurrence happened several years ago when I was doing some nude modelling work for artists, and its one reason I absolutely love the weirdness of arty girls. I was working up in London at the time at a job that had very flexible ho...
My wife Lizzy, or Elizabeth, Lady Windermere to be precise, has the rank of Countess. We have been married for over two years and we live in Cumbria by Lake Windermere. The family had lived and owned the land and Manor since the time of the Battle of Bosw...
It had been one of those weeks where everything just turned out wrong. A week of sleepless nights trying to comfort little Hannah, who was having a hard time teething, had left him tired and irritable. He had messed up the second important client presenta...
I'd known Kelly for years, since she and her family moved in twenty years ago. She was a pretty child, with blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, always happy, I always thought she'd grow into a pretty woman, marry, and make some guy very happy. I never did...
“Where are we going?” Generosa asked as she leaned against Andre’s shoulder while the train vibrated its rhythmic tones around the private cabin. “I told you when we boarded this morning, Love, that it was a surprise; let’s just say we are heading north w...
I was chatting one evening on an adult site when my wife Leeza happened to peek over my shoulder. “What are you doing? Who are you talking to?” “I’m just chatting with a few people online.” She watched for a while as the chat became progressively more sex...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy… Lifting the large, milky white breast with one hand, she dabbed at the dampness underneath before switching sides and doing the same with the other. Working the towel all the way down her body, she finally bent...
Jason couldn't sleep again. It had been over a month since the beautiful Samantha moved into the apartment across the hall, and she utterly consumed his thoughts both day and night. From the very first time he laid eyes on her sculpted yet deliciously cur...
I was in the kitchen when I heard the scream. As I ran up the stairs, I saw a naked Lisa standing on the landing, looking into the bathroom. “Fucking hell!” she said when she saw me, “fucking hell, Maggie, call 911,” pointing into the bathroom. “What’s ha...
It had been months since Susan had spoken to Aiden apart from exchanging basic acknowledgments when they passed each other in their driveways coming and going from their respective homes. At first, it had been difficult to enforce the end of their affair....
It all started in the Lush chat rooms. I had been putting up the sexiest pictures I could find and. as usual, someone eventually sent me a message. Usually, the messages were from some woman who especially enjoyed my pictures that day. Perhaps it was beca...
Sarah took her time packing her beach bag that morning, carefully selecting her supplies—an oversized sun hat to shield her eyes from unabashed ogling, a couple of magazines she knew she wouldn't read, a plush towel to lay upon the sand, some snacks and d...
My wife and I recently went on a Caribbean cruise, I was out of town on business for a few days prior to our sail date; this left her with the job of packing both of our clothes and swim attire. When we got on the boat and unpacked all our crap, I discove...
Everyone but Nolan had been a bit slow to wake up that morning. The blonde surfer had emerged from the bathroom rubbing his hair dry, announced that the surf was up, and they should all get out of bed. When no one moved, he’d laughed, called them all “blu...
