exhibitionist & voyeur stories and histories

Part 3
We sit in the warmth of the night air slowly coming down from that place we all go during highly erotic experiences and I'm absolutely throbbing with desire. Cathy sits flushed, her hands shake a little reaching for her glass but Tommas immediately leaves his chair to fill her glass. His shaft hangs by the weight of his Darth Vader glans as he leans close to her to fill the empty glass....

Damn, it gets hot in Florida. I, being a girl from the Midwest, ain't used to this stuff.
Tony and I've been spending most of our time together at each other's condo, so I've been sleeping in later than usual. I'm not getting up until around noon, so I've been going to the condo's gym. It's not crowded in the early afternoon, so I can do toning exercises quickly....

My nipples poked through my tight crop top, as I stepped out my backdoor. "Oh my god it's so cold," I mumbled under my breath as I made my way to the middle of my yard. I'd been doing yoga out here every morning for the past two months, and noticed that my sexy neighbor, Mr. Jones, had been looking at me as I did my yoga in the morning....

Zach's dick had flopped to the left, having recently been repositioned in a vain attempt to get his dick's underside some sun. Admittedly, an even dick-tan was not a goal for the afternoon. He'd been looking forward to a naked nap in the sun. His lounge chair's placement by the pool allowed a bit of a breeze, and complete privacy from the neighbors. A nap like that was a rare treat since his kids would usually make such an indulgence inappropriate. The kids, however, were in the middle of a two-week summer ...

4:58 PM
Sheriff Curtis "Coot" Donnelly surveyed the ashes of One-on-One Apartments, firefighters winding down pretty much everything they could do in putting out the blaze. The twelve-unit complex was down to one level, the top floor collapsed onto the bottom, nothing was truly salvageable.
Having called FBI Head of Operations, Eastman Bridge, in DC to inform him of suspecting that Hispanic hitman Raoul the Puma had resided at the apartments Bridge dispatched his own qualified bomb experts to go over ...

Tollia in Vonderland Ch. 02
---The Boomer Buzzkill: Update from Vonderland---
Alright, all you hot dolls and sharp dressers, welcome back to Vonderland! This is Frank von Stein, spilling the beans on the latest in the world of fashion and floozies. Glad to report our first podcast was a real success, so we keep pushing the pedal to the metal -- ruder, cruder, and twice as blunt....

The elevator door creaked open to reveal a dimly lit corridor. Colin ambled towards room 505, considerably burdened by the grocery bags he was carrying on both hands. He put one bag down, fumbled with his keys for a few seconds before unlocking the door to his apartment.
After setting the bags on the tiny kitchen island, he made his way to the sofa, lay down and sighed in relief. Peace and quiet at last. He needed that after a hectic day at work....

GIRL NEXT DOOR 3
Please forgive me if there are typos in this or the previous chapters. My husband John has been reading what I've written and frequently gets aroused by the lurid tales of my past and attacks me. It's difficult typing when he is caressing my thighs and probing my private areas. I've taken more than a few breaks to give him the opportunity to eat my pussy....

I'm a 53-year-old married man, and I suppose by this point, I've been bisexual or bi-curious for the majority of my adult life. I've also always had a very exhibitionist side--more in the sense of risking exposure than overtly showing off, except with my partners. I've always loved masturbating for my partner and having her do the same for me....

I sit in the sand, my feet half-buried, arms wrapped around my knees. The campfire crackles beside us, sparks rising into the evening sky that slowly folds over the sea. The smoke smells of salt and pine; the air is full of skin and sunscreen. The warmth of the day still clings to us, but it's pulling back now--like a sheet slipping from someone's shoulders....

Climax of the Goddess
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This story is submitted for the 2025 Nude Day Contest. Please be advised that although there are references to intercourse, there are no detailed descriptions of sexual activity in this story.
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A heavily accented "Good day, Mademoiselle," startled Samantha as she fumbled with her key to her new apartment. She turned to see a slim, well-dressed man with a pencil-thin mustache smiling at her....

A grey Prius was waiting for me at the rental spot next to the airport. I plunked down behind the seat mounting my phone with the location programmed. My flight was especially cramped, but necessary to keep the extra cash I've received to vet this job, no questions asked. Personally speaking, I wanted to find out who'd put me on blast. I was pretty much a private contractor living on the peripheral, between the pages....

THE HOTEL WINDOW
CHAPTER ONE
The Watcher
I first saw them as they were checking in to the hotel around midday. She was dressed in jeans, not too tight, but they hugged her shapely ass and strong legs. She was wearing a t-shirt that left one to wonder what lay beneath. She walked like an athlete, fluid and confident. She had what appeared to be long curly hair pulled up in a bun, with reading glasses perched on her head. She wasn't wearing makeup and was naturally beautiful. He was also dressed casu...

After the ordeal of a day she'd been through, consisting of nothing but the monotonous task that was driving from one end of her small town to the next, as a pizza delivery girl all that Miriam could manage to squeak out was a short pathetic "Ugh".
Once she was through with her outburst Miriam's head went limp and slammed straight into the steering wheel's horn which in response shouted out a brief yet overpowering 'HONK' that echoed throughout the neighbourhood....

I'm a fairly boring guy in my late 20s, about 5'7" tall with a slight build, medium-length dark brown hair, and hazel eyes. For fun I like to read, play guitar, and go on long walks around town and on hiking trails. I'm not a hermit, but I'm not very sociable either. I'm content to live a quiet, peaceful life, with no grand ambitions. I got a vasectomy a few years ago. I had a girlfriend for two years, but we broke up not too long ago. She changed her mind and decided that she did want kids after all....

Like many people I guess, my first sex was not an experience to remember. I had turned eighteen and had been going out with a boy for some months, and while he had put his hands inside my bra and panties, and I had played with his cock, we had never actually 'done it'.
One evening we were back at his house while his parents were out for the evening and we had had a few drinks and inevitably I succumbed to his advances. He got on top of me and put his cock inside me. There was no foreplay and it hurt when...

Clampdown
So, that was it. What seemed inevitable was now official. Lockdown. We all had to stay at home with a few exceptions, such as for exercise and essential shopping. In theory, for somebody who works from home as I do, it should not be a problem, but I was dreading it.
I share a basement flat with my girlfriend, Molly, and her best friend, Sophie. It is small and dark, with no outside space except for a few square yards of paving at the front. I usually would spend some of the day working at a ...

We're done with the flashback.
Back to the present now--where choices matter, and consequences don't wait.
This is part 3 in Ankita's Adventures series. Ankita's not the same girl anymore.
Misfortune? She's done with it.
This time, she'll be Miss. Fortune instead.
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Since the accident with Ajay and Rishabh, life had shifted in ways Ankita hadn't fully processed. She had graduated with distinction, secured a spot in a postgraduate programme, and even landed a winter internship in her first ...

Our Nude Day Open Doors

Our old flirty friends, Fred and Felicia, came to spend a weekend with Sue and me, Stu, in mid July. We had never swapped or been intensely intimate, though our flirting said we were interested. We hoped to shock and culture them to participate in a randy celebration of National Nude day. They never heard of it, so this would be fun....

Dearest reader
Thanks for clicking on this. It's my first effort at E/V. You don't need to have read any of my tales before, though the protagonist Clara appeared briefly in Eve & Lucy, which also involved lots of public nudity. (There are also spoilers here for several other of my stories, if you care about that kind of thing.)...

Dustin - July 14 th, off the coast of Maine
A whine stirred Dustin from his sleep. As soon as he opened his eyes, a rough tongue licked his cheek. He raised a hand to defend himself against the assault.
"I'm up, Pip. Give me a second to open my eyes." Dustin complained as he scratched Pippa behind her ears. The golden retriever had flunked out of her training to be a service dog as she was too friendly with other dogs and passerbys. "Give your daddy a minute to put on his leg."...

Author's notes:
This is my first, and maybe last - gosh, deadlines! - contribution for one of Literotica's contests: the 2025 National Nude Day. In the best spirit of the day, this story features bare skin and an audience as well, but also pushy characters and sometimes subtle, sometimes crude humour, too. Yes, you read correctly, this little fantasy plays on the side of The Pond where the pants are underwear....

Amanda's favorite class her in high school was science. This was a bit of a surprise even to her as she was usually drawn more toward music and writing. What made science class interesting this year, however, was the teacher, Mr. Jenson.
He was tall, oh, so tall! And he was always nice to her, unlike a lot of the teachers and many of her classmates. The girls in school all seemed so catty and the boys so crude. Nobody really paid much attention to her, except her best friend, Susan, but even Susan mostly...

This is part 4 of a story that was in loving wives. I thought it could fit here or LW. It is recommended that you read Part 1 (His perspective) or part 2 (her perspective), of course I hope you read both, Part 3 sums everything up. I have had a LOT of comments on my grammar, I am trying to do better, I hope this shows it....

Why are you showing me your girlfriend's boobs?
It was what my great grampa would have called a "snap". Or snap shot.
I would not call the woman in the picture beautiful. You could say she was cute, but she was approaching the age where she could not pull that off much longer. Handsome, if a woman can be handsome....

I was going to list this chapter series in different categories - but no I think I'll just list it here. Even though many other categories would be appropriate. CFNM.... Probably!
The first two chapters set the scene - now the story ranks up!
I think it would be better if you read the first two to get the grips of what is happening!...

Live Show
Marietta came as usual to Will's apartment the following Friday. To ensure that all was well with the new situation she had created, she asked him if he had enjoyed last weekend with Shirley and remarked that she was sure they would enjoy their dinner out the following day. There was no edge to her voice. Will and Shirley dating each other suited her....

Manhattan was 97 degrees and deserted. The majority of the students had been wise enough to flee the campus and the August heat that had consumed it. However, some of the leftovers could be found on the fire escapes with cigarettes in hand. They looked serene and melancholy-- like they were on a slow sinking ship with no lifeboats but plenty of wine....

All characters described in this story are fictional and over 18 years old.
The Westerburgs were middle class white people -- in fact they still are. Lutherans from Wisconsin, hot dish at thanksgiving, nothing to write home about. Gary worked at the plant in the offices and Joanne his wife was a homemaker. Their twin sons Glen and Darren were practically the most exciting thing in their town. "Like goin' to the circus without payin" their cousins used to tease them....

"HAWK TUA!! HAWK TUA!! GAWK-GAWK-GAWK-GAWK!! HAWK TUA!!!" Yup, this apple didn't fall far from the tree.
Her name was Daisy Hartford, but we weren't going to substantiate that shit verbally. It was against the rules and there was no way of telling what sort of checks and balances had been put into place before my arrival at this particular hotel room. I wasn't going to test out the partial theory that maybe the threat itself was a necessary employer driven placebo. I'd had an incredible night with Daisy'...