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.
It wasn’t a new format. Politicians had often raised their profile going on invasive reality shows. Housemates, the Jungle, even the sexy Island one had celebrity seasons and there was always a publicity-hungry politician trying to boost their standing, o...
I fully intended to beat the shit out of Wyatt when I arrived at his house that evening. While keeping a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel of my truck, I imagined what I was going to do to the man once I got my hands on him. I knew from the photos...
The art studio was filled with the soft sound of classical music as the artist, Henry, stood before his easel, preparing to paint his next masterpiece. His subject for the day was a young woman named Lily, who had agreed to pose nude for his latest projec...
The next day I woke up late in the morning, around eleven o'clock, and I was completely shattered. The festivities and the strong tobacco medicine from the night before had completely knocked me out. I lay in bed for a long time before I managed to fight...
His job took him around the world, and he thoroughly enjoyed it. The downside was the amount of time he had to stay in hotels. Russ was currently staying in a hotel not far from the airport, where he was working. His room was at the end of the corridor. A...
Mark It was a Saturday night, and my wife Heather and I were attending a fundraiser at the rec center where my girlfriend Sam worked and taught swim lessons for my kids. I knew it was reckless, but the thrill of sneaking around with Sam was irresistible....
Stuart sat at his desk. It had been a hard day of calls and submittal requests. His back ached. He leaned back in his chair in his home office, a converted bedroom facing the road. His eyes were drawn to the house's bathroom on the other side of the stree...
There she is, pure honeyed gold, bang on cue. Third window from the left. First floor balcony. Light spills past her silhouette, a halo projected into the freezing night air, breath frosting ahead of her like the smoke I blow out through the crack of the...
A faint beeping was going off somewhere in the distance. The coffee pot, Mason thought as he opened his eyes to the morning light illuminating the bedroom through the curtains. He stretched out under the soft sheets of the bed and realized he was alone. I...
Christmas Eve, 2023. Susy and I had enjoyed a seasonal visit to London from our country abode in Surrey to hit the City and shop until we dropped. After my delectable wife had spent more than the usual GDP of a small nation on shoes, we had eaten a passab...
Susy was not overly enthused when I accepted an invitation to an office Christmas Dinner Party in Canary Wharf. Over four hours in the evening we were to celebrate my company making yet another substantial profit, thereby almost doubling my capital. "Come...
I hadn’t been looking forward to Christmas. It had been a hard year for me, but at least the long and painful battle of my divorce was finally over. I’d turned forty, and I still had a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in, though it would be a lonely b...
The Danish summer season this year was absolutely perfect, with high temperatures, blue skies, and only a few clouds. I could sit out on my lovely little terrace in the summer house for most of the day and enjoy both life and freedom. The garden wasn't hu...
As I walked to the restroom from the bar, I stopped and looked back at my wife. The dim light of the surroundings provided the perfect ambiance. She had never looked more beautiful. Not only was she beautiful, but so damn sexy as well. If she had not been...
It is what it is – c’est comme ça and I am alone. Sterile streetlights cast random shadows on the ivory-rendered walls. There are fifteen panes of glass in their window, and this is a boulevard of four-storey buildings. Should I feel guilty? No, I live vi...
