exhibitionist & voyeur stories and histories

Continuing Nymph Cove of the The Mermaid Olympics series
Ron started by teaching us a little more about the island and his piece of it. There was only one real town, and it had one tourist resort that seemed prosperous and another one that didn't. There was a small airport and a decent assortment of stores. It was the kind of place that had appealed to hippies for years, and there were some artsy shops and a few better-known resident artists who mostly kept to themselves. There was also a good hardware a...

'Aksel!' Mikkel woke me from my dreams.
'What?' I replied sleepily, inhaling the scent of the steaming mug of coffee in my hand.
'We're discussing today's route, and you keep tuning out,' Anders said reproachfully.
'Sorry,' I said dully, pausing for a yawn. 'It's early, and I just need to wake up. Besides, I'm good with any route. Just decide already.'...

Sexploits of Our Youth - The Final Chapter
Natasha carried on with her young fuck partner for nearly 2 years, right up until Tom ended it.
He came over one day and told Nat that he was to be married to a girl his parents picked for him. His parents were very much European and believed in arranged marriages, and as they assumed Tom was a virgin, as he did not have any girlfriends, it would be the perfect match....

This story contains some elements of cuckolding/humiliation... it is not a purely fetish piece, but if this disclaimer puts you off them I would leave and find something else more your tempo. Kisses x
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Hotel Cerulean was Eva's most elegant playground. She came here whenever she grew tired of whoever she pretended to be while at the wheel of her necessary life. A life of metro carriages, lifts, calls, coworkers, bills, cooking, cleaning dishes, and home repairs. All of it lifted away when she stepped ...

All my sex, I do not understand: part 1
Jan was a very cute girl, but she was a hot mess. She was my very first real girlfriend. I never saw her develop a girlfriend friendship with other girls. I met her when we were 20 years old.
I saw her dad once, for a few seconds, but she never talked about her mom or dad. She had no sisters, nor brothers. She did have an aunt and an uncle, who I met, and lived in Joliet, but I am pretty sure they were swingers. So her home live was pretty tough....

A New Exhibitionist

The new neighborhood seemed nice, when Celia and Mark moved into the house. It was a quiet street and all the homes were well maintained. The people they had met seemed nice enough.
They hadn't been in the house long enough to put up curtains or blinds in all the rooms. After another tiring day of setting up a new house, Celia got Mark off to his night-shift job, locked up the house, and went upstairs. She took a long, hot shower to wind down. As she soaped her body, her hands ...

Two weeks had passed since Sue had returned from her book consultant trip to South Carolina. In the intervening time things were moving at a breakneck pace for her. She had to catch up on client appointments and was constantly communicating with the publishers of Dr. Shraff's forthcoming book. Sue and three others at the consultant meeting had been given research contribution credit and were updating information with the book editors daily. There were planned meetings in New York she would be expected to at...

This story, like all my stories, is a work of fiction. All characters are age 18 or older. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are unintentional and coincidental. As always, your comments are welcome.
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Willa Tompkins was the sort of girl you seldom noticed. She was a short girl -- just a touch over five feet -- with shoulder-length brown hair, pale white skin, and rectangular glasses. She was relatively thin -- more the result of ...

In the cozy embrace of The Farmer's Arms, a quaint village pub nestled in the English countryside. Two figures sit in a side room, huddled over a worn table, surrounded by the gentle hum of locals sharing tales of their day's work. Vicky, her short, messy hair framing her face, looked up from the board game she was engrossed in. Opposite her was Casimir, an old friend whose knowing smirk suggested he was winning, as usual....

NAUGHTY BEACH PART 2
"That's it baby, right there. Ooh, that feels good. You're so nice to me. Ooh, keep it up."
My husband's face was in my pussy. He is a marvelous lover. He likes to eat me out and I love the way he does it. My toes curl and I see stars when he makes me come.
"Put your tongue inside me. That's it. Please don't stop."...

The breakfast room, as they called it, was more of a nook than a room, but it provided a wonderful view of the property, across the grass, to the river in the distance. It was their favourite spot in the mornings, but on this morning, Margo had been alone. Until now.
"Hi Jade, did you sleep in this morning?"...

Two weeks later, Charlotte weighed herself on her bathroom scale, finding out she had lost five (legit) pounds since starting her workouts with Mr. Fletcher. Ever since her escapade in the woods, she's been on her best behavior, completing each workout without testing her lascivious boundaries. She also hadn't made any attempt to contact Jason. She thought about dropping by his apartment numerous times, but any time she readied herself, she got cold feet. For someone who was so bold to press her naked body ...

My wife Buffy and I made our weekly visit to our town's specialty market. All the women workers had a big smile as they saw me and greeted me by my name with a knowing smile on their faces. Some even unconsciously pushed their chests out when they saw me.
Buffy smiled and said, "this is going to be great!"...

Here's part 2, there seems to be enough interest to justify publishing.
Apologies in advance if there are mistakes, I'm currently on my phone on holiday in Croatia (lovely place), not that easy to edit a story, but let's give it a go.
Thanks for reading!

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This was escalating. Initially, Angela was a bit worried. One young, lustful and besotted kid, that was easy. But two, that was a bit different. Much harder to control....

The brutal murder of one of Appleton County's most recognized residents sent shockwaves through the affluent community, shaking it to its core. What appeared at first to be a tragic accident soon unraveled into a dark and twisted tale as old as time: forbidden love, betrayal, and bloodshed.
At the center of this sordid story stood Madison, or Madi, like her five-foot-two-inch stature, for short. What she lacked in height she made up in thickness, a front porch big enough for the pope himself to post up a...

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The camera flickers on.
Lena is already on her knees. The floor beneath her is soft carpet, marked with a faint imprint from her thighs where she's been waiting. Her red one-piece swimsuit hugs every inch of her, stretched tight over her curves without a single wrinkle or slack. The glossy fabric molds to her hips and chest like it was sculpted onto her bare skin. It digs into her hips, high-cut to the point of indecency, and wraps across her breasts so tight her nipples press fo...

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....