exhibitionist & voyeur stories and histories

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...

It started off as an ordinary Wednesday night. He had to go to the rink for a coaches meeting and I tagged along to work on some writing. One of my guilty pleasures is getting out my dirty thoughts and desires in public. Knowing that no one suspects my wholesome looking self to have her filthy mind flowing out of her finger tips. Plus, I had lost a bet and owed him some road head, so I would settle that up on the ride home....

As is the trend nowadays, our college dorm had men and women on the same floor, albeit in separate rooms. The rooms were small, with just a bunk bed, two desks and two dressers. While more modern buildings provide a small bathroom for each unit, this older dorm building did not. The women's bathroom and showers were at the east end of the floor, with the men's being at the west end. People were accustomed to walking to those facilities in pajamas or robes. Occasionally they showed more skin in-transit than ...

It had been a long hot day, but it cooled off after dark, so I opened my bedroom window to the breeze. In the morning, I awoke to the sound of trudging footsteps and deep voiced grumbled, "no coffee yet... too early... it's a hot one... still hung over...". Half asleep, I deduced it must be the rugby team that sometimes practiced in the city park behind my house. There is no dedicated place for cars, so visitors leave them along the street in front of my house. They follow an unofficial but well worn footpa...

When Puppy opened their eyes, the first thing they saw was the blinking green light up in one corner of their room. It was the first thing they saw every morning, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down their spine and a bloom of warmth in their core. They smiled and gave a little wave to the camera before taking a long languorous stretch. When they sat up, the blanket fell down from their shoulders and exposed their naked chest to the slightly chilly air of the room. Their nipples hardened immediately in...

Lavender G i rls


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On my way to an urgent meeting in the Bronx, I questioned the irritating and routine circuit I followed every week. Over the bridge, stuck for hours on the Cross Bronx, on and on and on inhaling exhaust fumes. I needed a change. Just for grins, I revisited the metro of days long past. Walking the long tunnels and the small underground bridge, the mild, stale urine aromas made me nostalgic -- and dizzy. I'm so happy this was so well cleaned since my l...

Author's note: This story stands on its own, but some parts may sound familiar if you've read Lecher's Local, the first story in Spacey's Salacious Situations. Go check that story out if you like seeing how things intertwine!
Kit squinted as she held up her first ensemble: a neon yellow mesh top, an orange microskirt, leg warmers, and a scrunchie....

After my girlfriend Ana sat up and saw that her sister had watched her as she swallowed my cock and my cum on the neighboring couch during our movie night.
We stayed in bed late that morning, neither of us saying much to the other. At one point, I looked over and saw Ana biting her lip and staring up blankly at the slanted ceiling directly above our heads....

A few weeks had passed when during a photo session with MB she caught me off guard with a question, "I would love to get the full Natasha treatment one night if I could?"
"Well that was unexpected. Are you sure you know what you're asking for MB?"
"Not really," MB stammered. "I think what I'm asking is would you blindfold and tie me up in the rocker one night and you and Nat can play with me and if you want to add others to watch that would be okay as well."...

This is part 5 of a story that was in loving wives and exhibitionist. This one really fits well here. The next part will probably go back to loving wives. It is recommended that you read the previous parts if you want to know what is going on. I have had a LOT of comments on my grammar, I am trying to do better, I hope this shows it....

Hi followers.
It's been a while since I published anything. I've still been writing, but struggling to finish anything. I've got some much bigger projects I need to finish, but this one was mostly ready so I decided to try it first.
It's a pretty light hearted tale with some fun characters. The older woman/younger man theme is well-worn but always interesting to me....

We came to this party to watch people fuck and to have people watch us fuck. We sat on the couch naked, watching other couples and groups doing their thing. I had one hand on my cock and my other hand on my wife's pussy. Her nipples were rock hard and begging to be touched.
"Do you see any pussy that interests you."...

Author's Note
This is our first story. Lexi and Jace are fictional stand-ins for me and my wife of three years--and yes, this scene was inspired by something we actually did. Lexi is an exhibitionist and Jace is a voyeur who loves watching her expose herself. The closer and longer the view, the better for both of them. Writing it together has brought back every delicious, daring detail....

Esme and the Artists
Author's Note: In this world, all characters are 18 or older. There are no unplanned pregnancies. STDs don't exist. Any mention of a specific product doesn't constitute an advertisement or endorsement, and I have no financial connection with the manufacturer or any retailers. I acknowledge beforehand that naturalists don't make the same connection between nudity and sex that "textiles" often do, but this is a Literotica fantasy after all....

Emma's Story Continued
I said in my previous story (Emma's Story - please read for context) how I'd discovered that I enjoyed being an exhibitionist and that my partner got a thrill out of being my voyeur. Whenever I'm in a situation where I'm showing my body or even when I know I'm going to expose myself in public, my pussy gets so wet. My brain sends a signal to my vulva - maybe it's not even a brain impulse but an instinctive action, but all I know is that I get a tingling and feel that I'm flooding. ...