May 172009
 

I had been eying her up for weeks, this enigma. Reasonably confident exterior, with a shy and easily embarrassed girl peeking out sometimes. I had witnessed the duality enough to know I could fuck with her. Sarah. Thin, pretty in a different sort of way and very attractive, C-cup tits, long straight light brown hair. A little younger than me but not by much. After more than a month of laying the groundwork and getting things to a flirtatious and covertly dirty stage, I taught her how to communicate via email without risk of our naughty words being read. I confessed a few things to her, one of them being my relationship with R and what we did. Her response was positive and then I laid out one more bombshell – that he wanted me to find a submissive girl to play with in the same manner. What a delicious and dangerous twist it would

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Jan 052009
 

Every piece of furniture is occupied. Most of the couches contain two couples. There is a makeshift bed in the middle of the open space. There are a few rooms with doors for those shy couples needing some privacy from prying eyes, but prying ears can hear everything. Some are watching. Some are being watched. Some are doing both – watching others and giving a show. It is a visual feast before us, a hedonistic dream. We are sharing a couch with another couple. They are relentlessly devouring each other, as if sating a hundred year hunger. The heat and scent of her arousal is nearly overwhelming me, is also feeding my own arousal. We are both half-dressed; he wearing nothing but his khaki pants (commando, of course) and I in nothing but a full skirt and my bra. In between deep kisses, in between pinches to my nipple and my hand gripping his cock,

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Dec 212008
 

We lay, presumably asleep, in the dark room. Side by side, intimately close, bare skin brushing bare skin as we turn and toss in slumber. We never bothered to dress for sleep. Too exhausted from hours of debauchery in this room to care about something as silly as clothing for sleep. The room is mostly quiet save for the low hum of the fan. I wake once again but this time my ears catch a sound. A wet sound. Remaining still so as to not disturb, I open my eyes and look for the source of the erotic sound. I then notice the faint sensation of her right arm moving slightly against my left arm. She has pushed the sheet down her body. I can see her pale skin in the dark – and I see her hand on her pussy as she fingers her clit. She makes no sound but for jagged breathing. Immediately

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Sep 222008
 

{On a side note, this is my 100th post!} The weather was starting to turn colder, the leaves began their change to color. This morning I decided to go for a stroll through the woods at a nearby state park with trails. I tend to be a bit of a hermit, so I decided to go early in the morning. With my headphones on and music going, I started off on an easy trail. About 5 minutes in and I had yet to see another soul, which was just perfect. I had my digital camera tucked in my pocket in the hopes I would catch a few wild animals at this hour if I walked quietly enough. But what I saw out of the corner of my eye was not an animal; it was wild though. I stopped the moment I caught movement and looked for the source. As I stopped the Ipod and removed

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Aug 012008
 
Fiction: Window Voyeur, Part 2

Part 2 – I am unsure if this is the end, or if I might continue. After all, this is only our heroine’s first weekend at the apartment. Part 1 is here. I felt like a wild animal the next day, pacing. Waiting. Watching. It was an overcast day – windy, slightly cool – weather that begged for the windows to be open during the day. When I realized that my eyesight did not rival that of a hawk’s, I pulled out my camera. No, stop that. Not to take pictures but to merely view through the zoom lens; it was in lieu of binoculars. I sat back a bit from the window, I didn’t want anyone to see the camera and freak out. Although the site of a naked woman aiming a large camera at your window might seem less intimidating than a man doing the same. I didn’t really expect to see much

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Jul 302008
 

Part 1 of….? As an aside to my readers: I hope my fiction gets you off as much as it gets me off ;) I either run for my vibe as soon as I’m done writing, or I have the bullet tucked in my panties while I’m composing. I had just lost my job and agreed to stay at a friend’s apartment in New York City for a two weeks to take care of things while she was on an extended trip. I arrived as she was leaving, and she handed off the keys with a list of things to know. Her place was on the 6th floor. Small, but with a few redeeming qualities. At first I thought one redeeming quality would be the large windows scattered about, until I pulled back the sheer curtains to reveal that most of the windows had no view – unless you count someone else’s window as a

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