exhibitionist & voyeur stories and histories

Jack and Eve decide it's Jack's turn to pickup a hot lady and bring her home for Eve to watch.
Saturday comes and Eve picks out Jack's clothes for his night out to pickup a hot lady. She dresses him more like a single man. Eve styles his hair. He is looking very nice. He has always been a handsome devil....

Chris had been staying with us for nearly two weeks, while he got settled back in the country. He and Nix had history years ago, back at university, they had even been lovers for a short time. But life took him elsewhere. A job offer overseas had pulled him away, yet their friendship endured. Their group was small and tightly knit, so despite the distance, they had always kept in touch....

Before the world tour and before the album there was a veil of secrecy around Serena Pages new project. "Love on a Porn Set" was a closely guarded secret and Serena Page had carefully chosen who to work with to keep things under wraps. One such person was high end fashion designer Elisha Giovanni who Serena had contacted early during the project development. Elisha was a smartly dressed Italian who had worked her way up in the fashion design industry and worked as a consultant on films and music videos for ...

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. This is a sequel to another story but it is a standalone as well. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments....

**DISCLAIMER:
All characters in this story are over 18 and purely creations of fiction. Everything depicted is intended to be consensual acts involving adults. This is meant to be a fun story with only a loose connection to real life. It is not meant to be realistic. This is meant to be read for enjoyment, so hopefully you have some fun reading it. Thanks!**...

Contact Sheet/ Red
In today's world, where violence, brutality, and school shootings seem to dominate the headlines, it becomes difficult to grasp the full weight of the Jonestown massacre in Guyana back in 1978. Though it feels distant now, and the victims were members of a cult, it was a monumental tragedy at the time. Families and children were involved, almost all of them American citizens. The aftermath of that event still echoes today, nearly fifty years later, especially in discussions about cults...

A few days later it was Susan's turn to invite John to her rooms. As fifth-years and Senior Student Representatives at the College they each had private rooms. As John arrived Susan gleefully informed him that "Goldilocks" was due to come to see her shortly. She knew that John would be pleased. Ever since she'd told him about her playmate, whom they'd nicknamed Goldilocks, John had wanted to meet this petite first-year with the curly blonde hair....

(Thank you for taking the time to read this, please note most of my stories are exaggerated sexually but based on real events, I am not a professional writer and do it for fun and hopefully your entertainment.. I welcome constructive feedback but please don't be mean or rude, as mentioned this is for fun)...

Hi! It's me, Mitch Kelly. You know, the 21-year-old pervert from the first chapter? Well, for those who have yet to read Chapter 1 first, I have recently graduated high school, and now I'm having my first day in college. Only,... it's really an all-GIRLS college. I was actually suckered into applying to Venus Angel Girls' College by my mom. Not that I have anything against it NOW, really. It's just... I hate it when Mom manages to trick me like this. The interesting part was... the Principal actually accept...

Dimes/ Scratchy Radio
Tara places 2 dimes in the payphone around the corner from her apartment.
"411 operator." Scratchy, barely audible over the rush of the Grand River.
A nun trying to be coy while on the street replies. "Yes operator, the number for Bonita's Spice Sweet Spice."
Still hard to hear, Tara hunches toward the pay phone, and cups the receiver end with her hand. Repeating herself. "Yes, that's Bonita's Spice Sweet Spice." Long pause listening. "I'm not sure the club or general numbe...

Jolene walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, completely naked, stretching her arms out into the air. The lights were off, but the moon shone enough light through the bay window for her to see clearly. It was past eleven, most of the neighbors had gone to bed. No one would notice her.
As she settled into the couch, she looked at the building across the street, trying to picture the face of the man who had made such a strong impression on her the day before. Jolene had been single for a whil...

I first met Julie as part of an extended friend group while she was still married. Her husband was an asshole; he was part of a conservative, patriarchical religion and was dismissive and belittling to her when they came to social gatherings. Eventually, I had enough of his bullshit and made a few sarcastic comments, which he did not appreciate. I didn't care....

When she saw the blue flashing lights Joanne glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard, 5.06pm. Maybe it was still early enough to get home in time to get dinner on the table, especially now they were ordering from the company Troy had suggested, the one that delivered all the ingredients for healthy meals already separated into convenient, pre-measured parts. The website had promised meals made in under 30 minutes. She hoped that was true. Her husband's shift would've been over at 5pm too. She carefull...

Ethan had made an uneasy peace with Mia's job as the months passed. The wedding loomed ahead, and the costs kept piling up. He combed over the growing list of expenses: venue deposit, catering quotes, that dress she'd been eyeing, trying to figure out how they were going to pull this off. Mia's job was helping, but the wedding costs stretched their finances right as it looked like they might catch up. The pressure was a constant strain on his fragile mental state....

"Not my butt this time."
Oh how those simple words would come back to haunt Sola.
At the time they seemed every bit the adequate defense against having a third ass pounding from a group of over eager athletes.
Twice now she had agreed to let her best friend Monica use her as the sexual motivator for the football team of Monica's boyfriend....

The dark of the club wraps around me like a second skin, the air thick with sweat, anticipation, and the relentless thump of the bass drum pounding in my chest. It's a primal rhythm, a heartbeat synced to the chaos of the rock concert unfolding around me. I lean against the bar, waiting for a whiskey and coke that I know will be watered down to hell, but I don't care. I fucking love this scene--the raw edge of it, the way it hums with life. And it sure as shit doesn't hurt that the women here are a walking ...

"Hello, hello! Yes, this is Ms. Barlowe. How can I help you?" Said Jamie as she drove in her van.
"Oh, thank god!" Exclaimed a woman. "An elevator in our hotel has been running into some issues. We need it fixed asap so guests aren't inconvenienced."
Jamie peered over at the time clock in her van and saw it was already 10:12pm....

Walking down the path to the last grassy section at the local nude lake, a faint scent grew stronger. Nearing the section's blackberry bush framed entrance, the smell clearly came from a joint. One being shared by Charles and Betty, who were enjoying a fairly large one, still dressed. Betty's substantial bra was obvious underneath her thin cotton dress, causing a little stir along my cock....

The flicker of the security monitor painted Jake's dim apartment in jagged blue light. He'd been troubleshooting the damn system for hours. Cheap router, crossed signals--his neighbors' private feeds kept bleeding into his cameras. But when her feed cut through the static, his fingers froze mid-typing....

This is a continuation of my first story Aline and My Colleague. I hope you enjoy it as much as the first part. Please get inside Aline's naughty head.
When Aline told me what had happened with Didier the night I helped out my brother, I must admit that I was overwhelmed by a series of sometimes conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I had to admit that my wife's exhibitionism knew no (or very few) limits. She had completely exposed herself to my colleague, still a virgin, urging him to fondle her, suck ...

"You think he's cute?" Chelsie nodded to the side.
"What?" Linda had been spacing out, "Who're you talking about?"
"Him." Chelsie lifted a finger off her drink, subtly pointing at a man across the room. "Dan, the guy from sales with th- No! Don't look straight at him!"
Linda was already looking obviously over her shoulder at the man in the gaudy Hawaiian shirt with various different fruit patterned on it. When he made eye-contact with the brunette, he raised an eyebrow and wiggled his mustache a bi...

I had just returned home after a workout at the gym and was mixing a protein shake when my wife Nicole and her sister Shelly came into the kitchen. They had apparently just finished with yoga as they were still in their skin tight yoga pants and tight t-shirts.
I was wearing a muscle shirt that showed off my arms and Shelly came over and gave them a playful squeeze. "Wow, David. What big muscles you have," she said teasingly....

I walk into the consulting room. Nothing major, just a quick check-up. That's what I keep telling myself, anyway.
The lights are too bright. The room smells like antiseptic, like every other doctor's room ever. Clean but... sharp. I hate that smell. I sit on the edge of the table, and the paper under me crackles way too loudly. My palms are already sweating, which is ridiculous; he's not even here yet....

This is a continuation of the Hammersmith story, and assumes you've read the previous installments.
I'm not the sort to wake up disoriented. The only times I've awakened not knowing exactly where I was and how I'd gotten there were after a couple of massive overindulgences shortly after I could drink legally. It only took two epic hangovers to convince me that I needed to dial that back....

It was midst summer, and as usual, the weather was harsh. Long scorching days without a single cloud in the horizon. No rains since early June.
Amy and John lived in the country side, by the mountains. Even in the summer months the area was beautiful. Sprinkled with small villages that in that time of the year doubled their population cause of family coming to visit and enjoy a few weeks out of the city....

Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction, crafted from my imagination and narrative instincts. While I acknowledge that no story is created in a vacuum--and many ideas are shaped by the stories we read, live, and dream--this work remains my original creation. Any unauthorised copying, reproduction, or redistribution is strictly prohibited....

For the next several months, I hoped that my peeping tom would reappear, but realization sunk in that he was gone for good. My thoughts pivoted to how I might find a replacement voyeur. I had done the mental math: there were over 1,000 units in my apartment complex; if one assumed that 5% of the population is gay, and half of those are male, then the laws of probability would suggest, even at single occupancy in the units, there must be at least 25 gay men in the complex. But how would I go about finding th...

In my last story Carol actually picked three photos of herself in various nude poses that she was willing to allow me to show my good friend Steve.
Prior to us showing Steve her photos I caught Carol in a very compromising position where she had fallen asleep with a pillow over her face and totally nude. Steve had just arrived and I snuck him in to have a live look at her naked body. I even video taped him as he got very close to her bush and got a close up look at her goods....

*******This is complete fantasy. All characters are 18+. Despite what I said at the end of part 7, this will not be about the students of Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy's winter break activities. That story will be released as a stand-alone story separate from this series. Here we find the students returning to their dormitories from winter break and their last night before spring classes begin. This is a CFNM story about the all-male students of Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy for men aged 1...

At the time I was delivering pizzas for a local shop. Granted I was not making much money but the shop was across the street from a well known race track.
During the month of May I cleaned up on tips as I worked as many hours as possible. As the two locations became so busy the owner hired three more people....