exhibitionist & voyeur stories and histories

Hello, and welcome to another edition of Booty Shorts, my series of stand alone stories.
Content warning: This one is NOT like most of my usual stories. This isn't romance, this is smut. There's some explicit M/F action (in addition to, not to the exclusion of, some yummy F/F action, as is my usual wont.) Feel free to go elsewhere if that isn't your jam. I promise I won't be insulted if this isn't your thing....

The atrium is a cathedral tonight.
Not of God--of her. Of us. Of what I've become.
Light bleeds through a hundred candles, their flames molten tongues licking at mirrored panels, throwing back visions of silk and sin. Crimson carpets swallow my bare feet; incense--citrus, smoke, myrrh--threads through air so heavy it feels holy....

The weeks following Slutlana's launch blurred together. Lana was rarely home before ten, often crawling into bed well after midnight too exhausted for intimacy. Jeff found himself with a new nightly routine: dinner alone, TV alone, and increasingly frequent encounters with the silicone replica of his wife....

This is my first story on Literotica and, despite being an accredited writer in other fields, this is the first erotic story I have ever completed, as well as my first attempt at the hard-boiled noir style, which I absolutely adore.
Although I am more influenced by Dashiell Hammett and Rex Stout, the The "Hammered: an Ode to Mickey Spillane" Author Challenge event seemed like the perfect time to try my hand at adult fiction....

This story I wrote some years ago and it has been kicking around in a note book. I found it and this story, and thought it deserved to be seen by my fans. Or anyone for that matter. All the participants are over 18 and all those legal things.
His Dad's new wife was a beauty for sure and for certain. Not a model kind of beauty, but a dirty blond (does anybody use that term?) MILF that was very easy on the eyes. Big blue eyes, full luscious lips, and a very attractive face. Her body was quite nice with bre...

One time I saw an interview where a writer said that 1/3 of what he wrote had happened in reality, 1/3 was things he had read and 1/3 was his imagination. The following is like 1/16 from my real life, 3/16 from what I read, and 13/16 fantasy. Don't expect anything like this to happen in real life.
In the story, a 23 year old is mentioned, all other characters are decades older than 18 (also 23≥18)....

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Everyone engaged in sex is over eighteen. No real sex but a lot of talk about sex. Some masturbation and exhibition. All fiction. Considering recent recriminalization of human trafficking this story is out of step with the times.
Cocotte: a sex worker fantasy
I remembered Bonita Moreno. She still had incredibly long black hair. It was woven into a rope and twisted up on itself so that it only fell to her midback. I bet when she undid it, her hair would still fall far past her butt, just like it did in...

Note: Everyone's over 18. They should know better. I should know better. Fiction, obviously. Shakespeare would approve though.
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Right. So. The Cambridge Shakespeare Festival. Not exactly where I thought I'd be letting a fresh-faced Trinity College hopeful finger me during Act Three of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' at St John's College on a balmy July evening. But after our encounters on the train, that grope-fest at the pub where I'd wanked him off under the table while he tried not to spill his lemo...

Part 2 of the Writing Retreat series - read Part 1, Forbidden Tryst, for context! :)
Aura woke up on time for breakfast the next morning, feeling refreshed and relaxed, the after-effects of the powerful orgasms she'd had the night before still doing their calming, serotonin-releasing thing. After a shower and a quick morning meditation session, Aura sent Portia a text to ask if she was ready to head out for breakfast. This had become their routine over the past couple days - the two of them would meet in...

Author's note:
The nightly accident in the last chapter leaves the group stranded, and Jenny finds herself deep in the wilderness with a broken van and mounting pressure. She and her friends take the rough way to Hawnee - through thorns, bad luck, and a few shredded nerves.
In this chapter, a wardrobe mishap catches Jenny off guard, and an unwanted encounter threatens to shake what little stability she has left. But what rises in the aftermath isn't just awkwardness or frustration - it's a flicker of ...

Sarah put down her book and laid her head back, letting her body relax as she closed her eyes. Her mind wandered to the crashing sound of waves. She was mildly aware of the sun's warmth on her bare skin. Her bikini barely covered her breasts, and would leave her ass cheeks fully exposed if she turned around. She'd get a nice, even tan....

NAKED IN PARADISE
My wife, Toni and I had left the world behind as we landed on our resort in the Caribbean. It was our dream vacation. While it was tough leaving the kids and the dog with Grandma and Grandpa, we had saved enough money to have a second honeymoon. We were excited about having time for just the two of us....

A short story of my very slutty wife that I happen to be in love with.
Yes, she does like the BBC and BWC. She likes it very much. She has had some of both white and black that have been the cause of her best climaxes and the main thing she first looks for is attitude. She is a total submissive for them both. She likes a very well-endowed cock to go along with the attitude also. If they have huge balls that are going to fill her full to go along with all that she really has no will left to say no to anyt...

I wasn't looking for anything wild -- just a quiet spot to read and let the sun kiss my skin. The main beach was too crowded, packed with screaming kids and couples sucking face under umbrellas, and I needed out.
I followed a rocky little path that curved behind some shrubs, kind of hoping it might lead somewhere secluded. It wasn't marked, but that only made it more tempting. A little summer adventure....

Amy's Adventures Ch. 01
Author's note: This story picks up the events immediately following chapter 9 of the series 'Would You Like To?' from the Mind Control section. I will do my best to make this a standalone story, but there will be references to previous events that might make no sense without the context provided in that series. I have tried my best to give explanations where that is relevant to this story. While there is no mind control in this series, there will be occasional references to prior ...

After many years as neighbors, the couple next door became close friends with me and the ex. When we moved in next door, their son Jeff was 15 and their daughter Kristy was 14. Our families spent a lot of time together, going out to dinner, cookouts, cheering on their son at his baseball games... typical things friends and neighbors do....

It was my fourth day in the Yukon, actually the start of my fourth day, and my alarm was blaring.
"Fuck."
Tired, sore, and a little dazed, I almost fell out of bed into the coldness of the dark room.
My phone was across the room, so I couldn't just hit the snooze.   It was a good thing because otherwise I would not have gotten out of bed this day or any other day.   The lodge was far enough north that we really didn't have complete darkness, but it was still 5 fucking o'clock....

The Next Morning
The morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting lazy stripes across the cluttered dorm room. She lay tangled in the sheets, still sore and dripping from the night before.
And now...
The cold touch of Cam's thick fingers sliding beneath her pajamas sent a shiver down her spine....

Braided Tiny Flowers/ Whining Noise
After the Abbot's visit, in Sister Tara's apartment, Alexa and Asia finish taping up the last few boxes. They're chatty, easy, and on an energy high.
"Let's change for the concert," Asia says, tugging a worn Dead T-shirt from her duffel.
Moments later, the two young nuns emerge from the bedroom laughing, dressed in faded jeans and colorful tie-dye shirts. The shirts have Grateful Dead Bears dancing across their braless, perky tits. Asia has even braided tiny flow...

This is a continuation of Claire & the Professor. Please read that story first.
My adventures with my ex-student Claire had progressed pretty quickly from her stripping and masturbating for me, to using sex toys and vibrators as I watched. This had culminated in her fucking herself to a wild orgasm with a dildo, suctioned cupped to a chair, in my office....

I kept thinking about my experience with the male stripper at Rebecca's hen party (see "Part 2: Getting Brave"). The thought of doing my own strip show was thrilling, but I wasn't quite sure how to go about it. I knew there were a few strip clubs around town that hosted what they called "amateur night." On those evenings, any woman could turn up and perform her own show on stage. Often these amateur nights were actually contests, and the winning girl got a prize. Going to one of those was a possibility, but...

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Sexploits of Our Youth - Natasha Part 2
I can't keep the times straight in my mind any more, but beginning the next morning Boris and I began talking, and we had lots of time as Tom never dropped over for probably 4 or 5 days. He must have sensed something was wrong and that he and I got caught that night. If I wasn't so caught up in making things right with Boris I would have been more than a little upset with Tom bailing on me, but that's in the pa...

Hi Everyone, Welcome to I Dare U.
To refresh your memory. My name is Anne. I am twenty-seven years old and live on the north side of Brisbane. I have a little quirk that has caused me almost intolerable anxiety and apprehension. On the bright side, with help from my husband's wicked imagination, I have been driven to some incredible heights of arousal. My little quirk, I can't resist a dare. The more exposed I might be and the higher the risk of being caught, the harder it is for me to refuse....

It's nearly midnight when I'm on the highway driving home after dinner with some girlfriends. I'm indulging in a very explicit audio story when I hear an unsuspected "ding". I hadn't realized my gas tank was close to empty, I was down to reserve fuel. It was enough to make it back home, but I would feel better just filling up at the next gas station, and as if destiny were playing it's hand I see a sign that says that the next gas station is 1 kilometre away. I pull in under the white glare of lights into t...

After a five hour flight you are glad to land. The flight has been fine, but the relief of landing is always huge.
A taxi collects you and your family from the airport, A huge gloss black, luxury minibus/people carrier-type vehicle which could probably carry 12 people is waiting, the four of you fitting easily into its plush air-conditioned interior. You speed along foreign motorways, gazing out of the tinted windows, relaxing a little from the flight and the early start and enjoy the sights on your way ...

Part 1 - Wilcania Pub
Part 1: A Simple Mistake
I don't know why we decided to travel so far for a water-skiing trip. We live in Sydney--surrounded by water--yet somehow ended up broke, stranded, and my wife standing completely naked in a country pub in Wilcannia.
It wasn't meant to go like this....

Like most Friday nights my girlfriend Mandy had drinks with her best friends Kayleigh and Alison. Although the three of them have only been close for a couple of years they are a fun trio of mid thirties working women who love to have a drink and a laugh.
I have known Kayleigh for longer than Mandy. Over the years we have talked, given each other advice and even had a plan that if we were both single at the same time to maybe have a little fun here and there. That never worked out and when I met Mandy th...

Izumi's Favorite Gift-to herself

Izumi's breath was high in her chest. She was finally going to get the full birthday treat. A 'night in' to enjoy her new creation. She had worked so hard for it. Of course, she could have shared this 'completion' with others. But that wasn't the idea, was it? This was designed to be her unique experience, in every sense of the world. Her experience alone. It had been many weeks since she had started the project, doing most all the work herself getting the room ready....

Shortly before I got married for the first time, at only 22 years old, my girlfriend and I had a 2-level townhouse. At the time of this story, my girlfriend, at 20 years old, was about 8 1/2 months pregnant. Her mother, who lived in another state, decided to come stay with us until our child was born. Her and I didn't always get along so great. I really didn't have any issues with her, on the contrary, at only 44 years old, I found her pretty hot. Due to her daughter becoming pregnant by me and wanting to h...