exhibitionist & voyeur stories and histories

Note: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
-CHAPTER ONE-
It was the first day of the final semester of their high school lives at Rosewood Academy. As usual, Eun-Ji found herself sprawled out on the Tanner Family's worn basement couch, her feet tucked beneath her as she stared at the popcorn ceiling. Tanner's basement had been the unofficial clubhouse of this trio for years, by default. Growing up, Eun-Ji's parents were always fighting, which eliminated her place. Nowadays, she didn...

As pretext, know that some of my stories are fiction, some are non-fiction, and some are embellished off of actual experiences or experiences shared to me.
It was a beautifully warm day, so my husband Tim and I decided to enjoy the day at the beach. With cooler in hand, we traversed our way through the crowds of beachgoers until we found a free area to setup our beach tent....

This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited.
My characters are often flawed, and like real life, my stories are a shitshow, like life.
Sorry about the mistakes. I have no editor, am dyslexic, and English is not my first language....

Chapter 7
I expected to feel sore the next morning. I didn't expect to feel serene.
Sunlight spilled through the apartment like a lazy blessing. I lay tangled in soft sheets, head heavy on Ella's chest, Alex's hand draped across my thigh. We were a tangle of warmth and salt-dried skin, but everything felt... clean. Quiet. Like the world had pressed pause....

[Dear reader, thank you for taking a little bit of your time to read my very first story.
In this story, you will learn what it feels like to have your heart torn in pieces before a thousand elephants stomp on its remains.
You will discover how it feels like, when everyone you love turns your back on you and everything in your life goes south....

Joanne looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her blue strapless dress fit tightly over her body. The soft fabric caressed her bra-less tits any time she moved, making her nipples hard enough to poke through. The dress's fabric was too thin for regular panties, so she decided to go with a tiny thong that barely covered her pussy and if she bent over displayed her asshole almost fully....

My best friend asked me to make her a sex tape.
Or rather, she asked me to help her make a sex tape. She wasn't asking for a video of me having sex. No, what she wanted was for me to film her and her boyfriend together. Doing it.
At first I thought she was joking. Maybe she was, at first. But, later on, I realised she was serious....

Author's note:
This is the sixth Bella story. Bella is gullible and suggestible, often getting into awkward situations. Each story can be read on its own.
I don't have an editor, so I rely on repeated readings and a grammar checker. Please overlook mistakes and enjoy the story.
Everyone in this story is more than 18 years old. There is no actual sex in this story....

As much as I write about sex and talk about sex, when I actually have sex, it's always a thoughtless exchange. When I'm horny, the little voice in my head is turned off, and I only experience life through desires and urges, which I act upon. When I'm aroused, my ideas never develop into debate.
The words that come out of my mouth during sex are unthinking. The moans and grunts might sometimes resemble words, but I wouldn't know where they come from or who is saying them....

Everyone in this story is at least 19 years of age.
I couldn't believe all the women I know were having so much fun having me naked the whole weekend. I couldn't believe how they aggressively fucked me and sat on my face as I ate their pussies. This all started with a lost bet among a neighborhood couple and my wife and I. The person with the least viewed Literotcia story would need to spend the weekend naked and have whatever sex done to them that the others wanted. After this naked weekend, I was black...

It was a hot summer day on France's renowned Cap d'Agde Swinger's Beach. As typical, the majority of the crowd consisted mostly of middle aged and older couples. I was one of only a handful of younger people on the beach, and strangely, the only one who was walking around with a horny cock. Though maybe not so strange, as I have seen tons of videos from the place, and I'm always dumbfounded as to how few men are actually hard, even when they're watching other couples go at it. I once remarked to a female fr...

Sarah and I had been lovers for about a year. We had met elsewhere and she had just recently moved to New York and was in love with me. For me, it had always been a purely sexual relationship. She knew full well that I saw (and slept with) other women but, because of her love, she patiently hoped that I would come to my senses and love her in return. Sarah was the greatest lover I had ever encountered. She was great from the beginning and it only got better. She was naturally passionate and sexually creativ...

Chapter 1: Val and me - first confidences
My name is Stan, I'm 44, and my wife, Val, is 47.
I'm French, and built like a Viking: 1m92, blond, long hair, a fairly muscular body... although, at my age, a little belly has started to set in. I don't go to the gym, but I'm active every day at my job, which is pretty physical, so let's say I look like Thor, somewhere between "Avengers" and "Endgame"....

The dorm room lights were dim, the soft blue glow of a PlayStation screen flickering on the roommate's face. He was reclined in bed, controller in hand, headset on, not even glancing up when the door creaked open.
That's when she stepped in.
Thick thighs poured out of a pair of barely-there shorts, ass jiggling with every step. Crop top stretched over full tits. Lashes long, gloss still shiny even though her lips had been sucked on during the walk there....

It's been a while since I've written about this group of characters, but this story is next in the adventures of Tonya, Eric, and their very close friends. If you would like to read about their earlier adventures, you can read:
"The Extra Person 01: Watching, Helping (Literotica, Jan 2022)"
"The Extra Person 02: Playing (Literotica, April 2023)"...

Nick was excited for the summer. It would be his first time having the season as a free adult, no longer required to attend summer camp that the national government required of all Americans until the age of 18. He had just become a free adult and ready to enter the adult world and their summers. He had heard that summers for adults were different, but didn't know any details. The adults in his life were cryptic whenever he asked. So he was both excited and scared of what he could encounter....

Author's Note: This story takes place before the events of A New Freedom. You don't need to have read any of those chapters to follow along here. This is Stacy's full story from Chapter 3. Enjoy!
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It was a bleak day in the coastal town Stacy called home. A rare inverse of the typically perfect weather the town was graced with. As she sat under the harsh florescent lights in the office building where she worked she felt herself being dragged into a lifeless haze by the gloomy weather outside and the...

**Author's Note:**
The Unlabelled Tape is a voyeuristic descent into jealousy, lust, and the brutal truths we find when we see someone we love as they used to be. Told from the male perspective, this short is full of conflicted desire - shame, rage, obsession - and the aching need to know. Because once you've seen it... you can't unsee it....

"I'll make it worth your while." I stare at the screen, torn. I am being encouraged to join a woman on the beach, which is a bit of a problem for me. I was a lifesaver for about a decade and I spent too many days on beaches, watching other people swim, besport themselves, get drunk, drugged, burnt and occasionally into trouble in the water....

Life in Hollywood was going pretty well. I had a great place to live. Thanks to a really bizarre benefactor my bungalow apartment looked like a million dollars. I was making decent money at my coding job. I had plenty of cash from my sexual escapades locked away and was making contributions to my retirement funds....

Disclaimer : All characters in this story are 18 years or older.
This story is meant for those who love slow-burn eroticism.
It doesn't haste, stays there till the breath turns into a moan.
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Story so far (recap)
Sonali Bedi, the director of WhisperLine launched an app, a female version of their already popular intimacy app meant for males. This app allows females to explore their hidden desires and fantasies in complete anonymity....

Golden Hour Tease
The sun was beginning its slow descent, dripping honey-gold light across the beach. The sky stretched cloudless above, the sea lapping lazily at the shore. It had been a perfect day. Clear, hot, just salty enough to leave Camille and Lara's skin glazed in sun, sweat, and ocean.
Lara, tanned and shimmering, was toweling off near the edge of their rented lounger. Her red bikini clung to her like it had melted on: the triangle top barely cupping her breasts, the strings knotted in a mes...

Robin first heard about Camp Deepwood at work, after a boring meeting when George, from sales, a charming and smug tall, broad-shouldered man in his late thirties who often sported a shaved head and a thick beard, started talking about his weekend plans.
"Me and the new girl are hitting this spot upstate," he said, scrolling on his phone. "It's called Camp Deepwood. Kinda like summer camp for adults, but with booze, yoga, and fewer clothes. Cabins, bonfires, group stuff... very hands-on, if you know what...

Moving In


Part 3

Matt's voice echoed through the house, piercing Rachel's cock-induced stupor. Louis throbbed within her, his hitherto softening member regaining some of its lost vitality.
She looked over at Cassidy, still pinned down by Anika on the nearby bed, the panic in her eyes mirroring Rachel's own expression....

Lana and I became friends in high school last year, when we both were 18, and felt like "pride adults". I felt even prouder of finally becoming closer to her.
Let me explain: She is tall, beautiful, and sexy. Although other cute girls were around, she was definitely among the most noticeable, partly due to her sexy behavior. Beyond dressing cool and as daring as she could at School, she was always open about her sexuality, checking out guys, talking about them with other girls, and usually talking seduct...

Hillary and Shop Security

Hillary Stewart lived in a wealthy suburb, her husband an investment banker. She had married early and had not pursued a profession and had never needed to work. She would spend days at home by herself, sometimes she would catch up with friends. She had a beautiful big house a rich husband, everything a woman could dream of but she was bored....

My coworker is in an open marriage and, behind her back, I've been screwing her husband. That's not completely true - I'm the reason they're in an open relationship. He and I were carrying on and she found out that he was screwing somebody else. And they ended up in an open relationship. She, apparently, has been seeing a bunch of guys while he only screws me. And her, of course....

The passenger window slid down with a sulky whir as two girls emerged from the roiling dust his car tires kicked up. The blond leant against the passenger side door with a sunny "bonjour" and a flash of emaculate cleavage wrapped in a green halter top.
"We are going too Melbourne, you as well?"
Her friend looked over her shoulder, sporting a dusty orange summer dress and a hopeful smile....

I'd always been into kinky stuff and now that I lived in my own place I'd really expanded my interests. Currently lacking a boyfriend because I'm still looking for the right guy to fuel my secret desires, I found that I needed to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. Of course I bought handcuffs and leg shackles that I could wear around my house, naked if the weather was warm enough. I even converted a cuff, chain, and a bowling ball to act as a ball and chain for my leg, to really feel like a prison...

"The day is nice." Elaine said, as the two sat on the Picnic Blanket on the park.
"It is." Sophie could tell her mom was building up to something, and that she needed her time. She has spoken a few disconnected sentences since they arrived, interjected with long pensative pauses, anxious words almost spoken, but given up on the last second, and a lot of fidgeting. Her mom was amazing, but she could be lost on a world of her own opinions, and it was a struggle to have her world view challenged by the sigh...