Tag: voyeur

Summer Heat

Why is there no air conditioning in here? You would think a small trailer in Florida would at least have an A/C unit come standard with the rent, but for whatever reason, it doesn’t. I suppose when you’re a landlord renting units to students and other low-income tenants, amenities aren’t exactly a concern of yours. Worse off, it was in the dead of summer when the humidity is at its worst and your skin never feels completely dry. Even a standing fan doesn’t make much of a difference.

Through his window

I saw him there again, through the large bedroom window of his home. He often left the blinds open. Probably thinking the tall fence in his backyard would keep prying eyes out of his second-story bedroom. But it doesn’t hide you from the second-story bedroom of the house behind your own. Not that I was intentionally spying on him, mind you.

Caught touching, caught watching

What is it about watching someone masturbate that appeals to us so much? It is, by far, my biggest turn on to watch a woman masturbate before my eyes. More than big breasts, more than redheads, more than any other kink or fetish, nothing makes me more aroused than watching as a woman touches, teases, and pleases herself into a writhing orgasm that is decadent to the eyes. But why is watching masturbation even more erotic than sex? Why is it so much more exciting to watch people find pleasure on their own, than as a couple?

Beach Photography

A flock of seagulls stood closely together, each pacing around, searching for any traces of food hidden in the sand. Knowing how skittish they were, I moved very carefully towards them. I stayed low, moved me feet closer and closer to them. A couple of them stopped and looked at me, before scurrying further away. It was a big risk for me to continue my approach, but I took that risk, and was justly rewarded.

Hot Motives

Just fifteen minutes before five o’clock, and the beach was beginning to empty out. This was probably one of the best times to venture out into the sand, and enjoy the sun. Most of the tourists, or at least the ones who chose to come to this beach, were packing up and leaving to go have dinner. There was probably another hour or so before the sun was about to set, so it was best to find a spot soon. That was a bit difficult, because people at the good spots hadn’t left yet.

Clean up on aisle… Damn

Ever have one of those days when you just craved humiliation? When your husband or boyfriend teases your body out in public and all you want to do is fuck the shit out of him the moment you get back to your car? I do, my name is Dawn and I’ve been married to my high school sweetheart for six years now. We have a very happy marriage, for the most part at least. One of our favorite little ‘adventures’ was our trips to the grocery store. On these little trips, my husband had me wear a little mini skirt and a small shirt with some of his favorite thongs.

Jaded 90s Babe

Where Aesthetics Meet Cynical Musings

Occult Kitten

Occultism,BDSM/Kink,sex magick

The Curious Mermaid

writing about sexuality, kink and open relationships

Pain As Pleasure

A kinky male takes a peek out of the closet

F DOT LEONORA

connecting the dots by editing & writing erotica

Life of Elliott...

NSFW...This is an adult site, so adults only please.

RisquéViews

Real life views and sex toy reviews

Jayne Renault

Musings of a Smut Queen

Down the Bunny Rabbit Hole

Luv bunny's Wonderland

Tabitha Rayne

Erotic Tales, Sensual Art, Sex Toy Design

The Smutlancer

Writing about sex and getting paid to do it

Masturbation Monday

Where getting off is half the fun...

LovingBDSM

The Loving BDSM Podcast

Sarah Writes Smut

Sexy stories, romantic musings, and everything in between

Miss Scarlet Writes

Thoughts on Life, Lust and Longings

Smut Marathon

Dare to challenge yourself... take a deep breath and start writing!

Witch of the Wands

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Life of Violet

A 20-something girl in a romantic, kinky world. Rated 18+

Asrai Devin

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.” ― Sylvia Plath