Feb 242010

Living in an apartment complex means a reduced amount of privacy overall. Especially where the balcony is concerned. I’ve often wished for more privacy there, more seclusion, but sometimes the lack of it proves exciting. The apartment on the other side of us is a mirror image, and so our balconies share a wall – the 2-foot wide brick wall separates the balconies from building wall to railing and at least affords complete visual privacy from the balconies in one’s own building. But since we’re visible to 4 other buildings and a portion of the parking lot below, I don’t ever notice many people using their balconies in the warmer months.

We had a rogue very warm day in late fall, a few months ago, the lovely sort that occurs after leaves have fallen and bugs have started hibernation. Evening became night as I reclined on the balcony, reading, but I was so comfortable that I strained to continue reading with no more light than that coming from the sliding glass door behind my head. I heard the noisy, squeaky screen door open and shut on the other side of the brick wall but I paid no mind. I didn’t expect whoever it was to stay out there. But then I heard the muffled, hushed tones of a couple talking and laughing. I tried (of course) to eavesdrop but I couldn’t make anything out. I blocked it out until it changed – to mostly silence punctuated by a random giggle.

I lowered my book to my lap and focused on listening, trying to figure out what I was hearing.

Kissing sounds.

I heard their kissing become more passionate and insistent. Then I heard a giggle from her and a whisper of faux-indignation and what sounded like “someone will see us”. Voyeur interest officially piqued, I went about the task of getting myself from my lounger to the wall as silently as possible. I noticed a faint section of light being cast from their sliding glass door and I momentarily pondered if it was worth it to leave the apartment, sneak around back, and try to spy. I decided against it and instead I stood up against the wall, as close to the railing as I dared. I bit my lip when I heard a little moan from one of them.

A wave of disappointment crashed over me as I heard the squeak of their screen door – on second thought, that was quick….squeak…light off from inside the apartment…squeak again. No, instead of going inside, he just turned off the interior lights and said something to her about it being dark now. Apparently that quieted her fears because I heard the sounds of zippers and buckles and pants with laden pockets hitting the balcony deck.

More hushed giggles, more kissing sounds. A gasp followed immediately by a quiet, restrained moan. I had to make up the images in my head, try to picture what caused that gasp, who’s mouth was on what body part. Or was it even a mouth? Perhaps his fingers found purchase inside her hot, wet slit. Maybe the fingers were lingering above the waist and caressing her nipples, teasing, drawing it out. I decided it had to be the nipples in a teasing fashion because I would expect less restraint if he were rubbing her clit.

I barely realized that my own hand was lightly teasing my own nipple. My eyes were closed so that I could better concentrate on their sounds. Have you ever just listened to the sounds of sex? It’s not like porn, it’s not a caricature or obvious all the time. I stood and listened, trying to determine if the wet sounds were mouth-on-cock, fingers-in-really-wet-cunt, or cock-in-wet-cunt. Either visual was arousing but no, I wanted to try and be right. I strained to hear more; the heavy breathing was a deeper resonance, perhaps it was mouth-on-cock? My guess was confirmed when he gave it away with a “Fuck yes, baby, suck it harder”. I imagined his hands on her head, staring at the sight of her lips devouring his cock, relishing the feel of her warm tongue pressing against the underside.

…….to be continued…..

Nov 302009


Photographer unknown

I had decided to start adding to my erotic art photography portfolio. Since my end results were primarily high contrast black and white, I wanted to delve into a more licentious subject matter. Porn can easily become art with just a small change in lighting and removing the color from the prints.

I wanted to photograph the contrast between the flesh of a hard-bodied male and a soft, curvy female. The two posing for me did not know each other. I knew each of them in my own weird social circles, though, so their comfort level with me translated well into a pseudo-comfort with each other. And their bodies looked exquisite together.

I made them hold poses for 5-10 minutes, sometimes difficult poses, until I got the angle of light and the angle of the shot “just so”. The proximity of their nakedness and my scrutiny resulted in this beautiful agony of arousal for them both. I asked if they would feel comfortable doing some poses of vaginal penetration for me, and they readily agreed. His thick cock and her diminutive outer labia really lent a “skewered and spread wide” filthy quality to the joining of the contrast in flesh. Her cunt was a glistening, split peach just swallowing his marble hard cock.

Each penetrative pose that I had them hold for such agonizingly long minutes added to their subtle desperate arousal. I wasn’t stupid; I knew what I was doing, what I was creating. She was laid back on a table, while he was standing. Her ass raised up off the table a few inches, and her legs wrapped around his hips for added support, left her body in this downward slant away from him. I had them hold a position of his cock halfway inside of her. As I stood next to her head I bent forward to get a different close-up angle and my long hair trailed over her breasts. I could see the controlled, but rapid, rising and falling of her chest as she did her best to remain stoic. Almost imperceptibly she started pumping her hips to get the friction her cunt was craving. I laid a cool hand on her mound, looked back at her, and sternly told her to be still – she was blurring the shot. Privately though I was grinning; I was pulling their strings so well.

I asked them to adjust slightly so that the current position was more exaggerated – I wanted to get a different angle and needed more space but the same depth of penetration. When I noticed how very wet she was, I used one finger to redistribute it from her cunt opening up to her clit and labia. A firm, slow, touch that teased his cock and her clit. As I did it I locked eyes with him; we smiled at each other when we heard her whispered moan as my finger grazed her swollen clit. It was his turn to groan when I sucked her juices off my finger before continuing. When I looked at her I could see the pink flush creeping across her breasts and face, I knew her breathing was more labored. She looked so beautiful, so overcome with lust, so tortured. I moved the accent light, I slowly walked around them to snap a few more shots. I instructed him to slowly penetrate her almost to the hilt and then lean his body backward. When he did this, I watched her face. Her eyes closed and her lips parted to a slight “o”; the furrowed brow came next and I snapped a few photos of her face for my own use. Then I spread her labia around his cock, a pair of lips in a kiss. Another quick graze over her clit just to be sadistic. A few more shots and I noticed his breathing was getting more shallow and rapid, his eyes closing, his face the same portrait of pleasure as hers.

“What is she doing?” I asked him.

“She’s…..I don’t know….she’s milking my cock….it’s like sex but its…not…” He could barely speak around the controlled effort not to fuck the shit out of her, I presume.

“Carrrrieeee” I taunted. “You just can’t help yourself, can you. You’re trying to come.”

She didn’t answer me. She was lost. I moved and stood right next to him, facing her. I whispered to him to not dare come. She had listened to me; she wasn’t moving her body but I could just make out the movements of her cunt. With my camera held precariously in one hand, aimed at their sexes, I used my other hand to briefly tease and kick her over the edge. With a finger on either side I lightly stroked his cock and let my fingers trail down to do the same to her clit. Back up, back down. My eyes on her face, my camera much lower. Another few strokes and I stopped so that I could concentrate on taking photos of her coming while stretched out around his cock. She whined her apology and her body began these subtle convulsions as she began to come.

“John, you are still not to come, do you hear me?” To his credit he did not…..until she finished contracting around his cock and I told them we were finished. The outward stroke of his cock exiting her body was the last straw, or perhaps the dam just being released. As he climaxed, he sunk to his knees, cock in hand with this full-body look of sheer relief, frustration and bliss all rolled together. I caught that on camera too, clicking away. More for my personal collection.

I kissed her goodbye, deeply, to let her go shower and get dressed.

“Well, John, if you’ll excuse me I need to go pretend to upload these shots to my computer while I actually go jerk off real quick. You two finished, now I need to.” I said. But he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down to him for a kiss. As my clothes were shoved aside I soon found out that he wasn’t quite satisfied and wouldn’t dare leave me to tend to my needs by myself.

Nov 032009

When I’m driving long distances alone I either listen to music, or think. This trip I let my mind wander on its own.

It took an old, familiar route that day – a route I try not to go down willingly anymore. But so be it.

And the old, familiar throbbing and wetness between my legs followed quickly behind, enjoying this re-visit. I didn’t expect this, I tend not to of late. And so the trusty bullet vibrator that used to always have a home in my handbag was languishing in the toy drawer back at home. Little damn use to me, there, two hours away. Soon my lack of patience and my growing need dictated that my pulsing clit would not, could not be ignored.

I glanced around at the easy traffic on the winding four-lane suburban highway as I undid my jeans. But soon my hand was tired from the combined efforts of rubbing tights circles and pushing space in my snug jeans. It’s not an easy feat to push one’s panties and jeans down ass and hips while driving, but I did it. My long shirt covered my tummy and cunt but patches of pale skin was visible at my hips and the tops of my thighs, should a passing motorist of the correct height happen to glance over and inside my car.

I discretely but roughly rubbed tight circles around my clit, through a slickness that isn’t common. I kept feeling the nearness of orgasm but couldn’t quite tip over the edge. I passed the first of a long stretch of scattered-about “adult stores” and wondered if they carried a suitable bullet vibrator. But I didn’t even slow down, I didn’t even give it a second thought.

Until the next seedy store. By which point my frustration and need had ratcheted up another notch. They boasted videos and viewing booths, though, so I didn’t even slow down.

By the third store I lost my nerve and thought that surely I could wait for home.

When I saw the signs for the fourth store, though, I once again considered it with more weight. My middle finger was pruney from its extended soak in my wetness. My chest and face were flushed, my brow knitted in this look of begging mixed with frustration. I kept the pleasure level at a steady 8 and 9 but I couldn’t get to 10.

I lost my nerve when I saw the fifth store because it just looked too busy with pickup trucks and dirty older cars.

The sixth and final store. Now or never. Or at least another 90 minutes which felt like forever. It looked empty, boasted a wide selection of items and looked only moderately seedy. I pulled into the lot. I got out of my car and through the door as quickly as possible before I lost my nerve or too many people passing by saw me. It took me a minute to find my way to the two aisles of sex toys, and another minute to do a visual scan for my necessary aide. I saw only unknown crap brands but picked up two that looked like they might work. I grabbed a 4-pack of AA batteries and went to the counter. Unlike my last experience, long ago, with this sort of store the guy behind the counter wasn’t scary. He wasn’t intimidating or creepy. In fact he was fairly normal, under 40 and average looking. He stared at my purchases for a moment – or was he staring at my fingers, which I just now realized probably still smelled of pussy juice and looked like I’d been in a bathtub too long  – and then asked if I was buying them both. I paused before I answered “Yes….unless I can put batteries in them both and see which one is better”. I didn’t expect him to agree but he did.

With fumbling fingers under a watchful gaze I slid the cardboard backing from the plastic bubbles to extract the vibrators. I put the batteries in them both at the same time, turned them on and found a clear winner in the “vibration intensity” category. I put the lesser one back in its packaging and told him I’d be buying the other one. With a teasing look he said “Gonna wear this one home are ya? Want me to just toss the packaging out?”. I blushed and finally looked him in the eye and confirmed that yes, I’d be using that one momentarily. He didn’t move to ring my purchases up so I prompted him with “that’s all I need, thanks”.

“If you use it right here, right now, I won’t charge you for any of it” he said.

My mouth open, I didn’t have a response right away. I waited for him to carry on with ringing me out, assuming he was joking, but he just waited for an answer.

“No way in hell am I getting naked or partially naked for you, can I just buy these please?”

“This looks small, has a cord….you don’t need to show any skin at all.” If he had said this with a leer I would have left. But he kept with that half-serious half-teasing attitude until my guard dropped.

I looked around the store, saw only one guy trying to hide towards the back and not be recognized.

“Where?” I asked.

He nodded at the counter, pushed some displays aside and said “Here”.

Fine. What the hell, right? I didn’t live in this area and sure as hell would never return here. I hoisted my butt up onto the counter and, bullet in hand, I laid back. Hand down my pants, the bullet found its home and I turned it on high. I gasped as the vibrator woke up my clit. I closed my eyes and let my mind go back from whence it came as I ground the buzzing bullet to my clit in slick circles. I was intent on coming as quickly as possible. It felt like forever but was likely just mere minutes until I felt the certainty of orgasm approaching.  As soon as I was safely “there” and my climax crested I slowly opened my eyes. I couldn’t focus through my haze but I could tell that both men had been watching. I tried to tone it down as much as possible but I couldn’t prevent the involuntary rapid breathing, little  moans and spasms of my body. It was another minute before I regained my senses enough to fully remember what the situation was; when the clarity hit I silently removed the bullet, zipped up my jeans and hopped off the counter. When I glanced at the guy who worked there I could see he was still grinning but my bravery was gone…..and so was I.

Sep 222009


I realize that this is an unorthodox request, especially coming from a woman. Never known a woman who likes to spy and watch others having sex? Then either she was too uptight to admit it to you or even herself.  I’ve posted this under W4M because I figure that more men will check here than women or couples. But I’m not looking to just watch a man by himself. My preference would be to watch a couple.

I’ve had fantasies bred by some really hot erotica books and blogs. Some scenarios I’ve wanked to are ones like I’m in my car at night in a parking lot that’s nearly empty – suddenly a car comes in, and no one gets out right away….but then they do. Both of them. Why? Because they can’t fuck IN the car. As I silently watch from the safety of my hiding spot, they fuck against and on the car. OR. Parking lot this time is in front of your apartment complex. You get your wife to feel kinky enough to fuck in full view of the window that I can see into, with enough lights on so I can clearly see. Obviously a level of trust is going to be necessary here, so this isn’t something to jump into blindly. I’m not doing this so that I can record you or take photos, you won’t find your bare asses posted somewhere on the internet. This is purely for my own fantasy enjoyment.

Yes I’m real, yes I’m female. This is just my particular kink and I’m trying to find a way to indulge in it. I don’t want to meet in person, this isn’t an ad for sex or to join you and your wife. This is not an ad to watch you jerk off while I sit in a chair. If I wanted to see that I’d log into a chat room. Please don’t suggest situations in which my safety would be compromised, I’m not that stupid.


I posted that ad some time ago in my local Craigslist. I, surprisingly, didn’t get all that many replies. But I did find just one suitable reply – and in the end, one is better than none. We conversed for a week or two and fleshed out details.

He and his co-worker/mistress had started fucking in one of the empty offices where he works, whenever they work the later shift together. To keep up appearances she apparently pretends to leave when all others are going home, and then sneaks back in after the last one goes out. Their workplace is on the first floor in a large office building that is part of a complex of other buildings. In short, it’s not private property and my car there wouldn’t be conspicuous. He gave explicit directions as to which window (on the side) and which nights they closed up together. I didn’t tell him which night I’d be watching. I just randomly picked one.

I arrived early and put my seat back a little to read my book. It appeared as though I was waiting on someone, it was nothing to cause a second glance. A half hour later, as dusk was settling in, I noticed a lamp being turned on in the previously dark room. I quickly put my book down, put my glasses on and sat up in anticipation of the show. First I saw him alone; moments later she eagerly went to his arms. It was plainly obvious that they are a newer couple, still intent on devouring each other as much and as voraciously as possible. After a few steamy kisses she took note of the raised blinds and the lamp that was on; she said something to him and made a move to turn off the lamp – I held my breath as he quickly diverted her. He pressed his body up against hers from behind and wrapped his arms around her as his lips found her neck. She melted and slowly became more caught up in the lust. The moment his hand grabbed her hair was the moment I relaxed and knew she wouldn’t go for the lamp again.

The flames between them fanned quickly and they tore off each others’ clothes in that way that new lovers do. I felt my clit thump and pulse and knew how soaking wet I was already. I started slowly – my cunt already bared by my wearing a skirt and no panties – and I did something I never do when masturbating in semi-public locations. I took off my top. I pulled my breasts out of my bra cups and as I teased my wet cunt lips with one finger the other hand was busy pinching my nipples. I watched as they attacked each other with passionate kisses and gropes and fast movements; I was equally envious and turned on. I watched as she bent at the waist to suck his cock.

As she sucked his cock I started rubbing my clit in earnest. When it became a tug-of-war between them of his hips pumping to fuck her mouth and her sucking the life out of him, my own hips moved of their volition.

As he moved her up suddenly to sit on the desk I brought out my vibrator. When his lips locked around her nipple and his fingers dove for her cunt, she threw her head back in an obvious gasp of pleasure, my own gasps escaped as electricity flowed from my cunt and the vibrator worked its magic.

Then when he pushed her to lay back on the desk and his mouth sought out her cunt, I felt my orgasm begin to climb as I watched her back arch and her hands grab his head.

I couldn’t help it, moans and curses flew out as my cunt spasmed and flooded in a powerful orgasm. Mere moments later, before I could catch my breath or calm down my pounding heart, I witnessed her obvious climax from his oral skills.

He didn’t give her more than a moments rest before he sunk his cock easily into her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist at first and then he grabbed her legs and pushed them back – this allowed me to see brief flashes of glistening cock as he pounded into her. Did he do this because he hoped I was watching?

As I watched her get fucked my own cunt needed more attention. I grabbed my Pure Wand to try to fill up my need for cock at that moment. It didn’t take much at all before I felt the frenzy of a building g-spot orgasm. I backed off on the bullet buzzing on my clit so that I could wait for them. I didn’t wait long.

He must have said something to her because she moved her hands to hold her own legs against her chest and she spread them as much as possible. He was fucking her so forcefully, with a hand digging into her hip, that I could see her tits jiggle. He moved his free hand to her cunt and presumably started rubbing her clit. Within minutes her body shook and twitched as she climaxed; the feeling of her convulsing cunt was too much for him to bear and I watched as he stopped pumping, leaned his upper body back a little and clenched his jaw. Without hearing them I knew how strongly they had just climaxed.

I returned the bullet to my clit as I witnessed the finale, I roughly fucked myself with the hot steel wand, and I had my own massive, wet, noisy orgasm.

Jul 252009

One of my earliest sexual fantasies that I can remember didn’t involve me doing anything directly with anyone else. In high school I really did have limited sexual experience past the requisite making out. Nothing major happened until my junior year and it was a fumbled poor attempt at sucking the cock of an asshole in the backseat of his car. I didn’t fully bloom until my first sexual relationship with a boy in the spring of my senior year. Before that, to be quite frank, sex and hard cocks and horny teenage boys really intimidated the hell out of me.

But I was still curious, albeit from a distance.

My parents owned an RV. Nothing fancy, nothing brand-new, but it served its purposes for the long traveling vacations they were fond of. There was the traditional double-bed sized sleeping loft above the drivers cabin. There was a full sized bed in the back, taking up one side of the rear of the RV.

Despite my limited knowledge of sex I knew that kids my age couldn’t really freely have sex wherever they wanted in their parents houses or even elsewhere. So my fantasy was to run a sex-mobile. A pay-by-the-hour motel room on wheels. Under cover of night, innocently driving and revealing nothing suspicious to the outside world. But inside…..I’d be treated with aural and visual teasing stolen peeks of the naked couple in the back bed of the RV. More elaborate fantasies had me rigging up secret hidden cameras to better view the debauchery.

Since I didn’t know how to orgasm or even where my clitoris was, at that age, I’m not sure why I tortured myself so much with these elaborate imaginative fantasies but I do at least recall that these aroused me greatly.

As I recall this set of fantasies now, the glaring differences between my generation and the current generation of high school kids are clear as day. I did not grow up in a small town, I was not friendly only with shy repressed wallflowers, and I had plenty of short-lived boyfriends. But the rampant sex lives of teenagers today is at once troubling and enviable. While I think I started making up for “lost time” with that senior year boyfriend and subsequent college romps, I still missed out on a lot of fun in the time period when I looked my best and was my most confident self.

Jul 202009

As we headed home from an afternoon of driving around and getting lost, we started driving past one of the many “adult” places on this stretch of highway. For some reason there’s a lot here, be it a store or a strip club. The stores all look shady to me, and I wouldn’t likely ever step foot in one, but there’s usually a car or more at nearly every one.

There’s one strip club that’s a little more out in the open, with regards to what is surrounding it. It’s right next door to a gas station, I think. I honestly don’t recall because I never pay much attention to what’s surrounding it. Especially this day.

It was a fairly hot day, not too bad, and late afternoon. I interrupted our conversation and whip my head around, eyes completely off the road in front of me, and stared at the girls washing cars outside the club. It’s clearly some event for the club; there’s a little canopy tent with a table under it and a handful of big burly men drinking and watching the girls. There’s about 4 girls that I was able to count in my split-second view. All wearing cut-off shorts and bikini tops. My eyes widen and I turn to him and say “Whoa! Can we turn around and go get our car washed???”

He raised his eyebrows and smiled at me, “Aren’t I supposed to be the one saying that?”

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I pulled into the parking lot. The girls were working on two cars, parked in front of the building which faced the highway. Pretty close to the highway, too. There’s no more room left there so I just slowly come to a stop as they all notice our car. I bet they were wondering if we were lost since I was the one in the driver’s seat. One comes over to my car as I put the window down all the way. She leans in, forearms resting on the door; she’s right in my face. She asks if we’d like to get our car washed, they’re doing it for free today. I just smiled and said “Sounds great”; she told me to pull up a bit and I parked to the side of the building.

He looked at me like I was crazy. I think I did suffer a moment of temporary insanity. Between the traffic on the highway and the men (whom I wouldn’t like gawking at me while naked, ew), I started feeling really self-conscious and wondering what the hell I just did. Too late, I realized, as a cute brunette sashayed over with various rags and towels and a bucket of water. She smiled and dove right into the small talk; I think she asked where we were from, what we were doing in the area but I don’t honestly remember. I was too busy watching her.

God she was good at this. The right combination of sorority girl car wash and Playboy Bunny car wash. Meaning, sexy and flirty and provocative but not so over the top that I felt like I was in a porno. We were, after all, 20 feet from the highway and 50 feet from another business so things had to be…..clean. I quickly realized that she probably wasn’t wearing panties under those very very short cut-off denim shorts. I think I stopped breathing as I stared at her ass when she bent down to scrub a tire or something – she bent at the waist and kept her ass in the air. Thoughtfully pointed right in our direction. The seam (which was about all that was left in the crotch of her shorts) pulled and wedged itself in the crack of her ass and the slit of her pussy affording me a view that couldn’t be rated PG-13. Suddenly I realized she was looking back at me expectantly. I startled and said “I’m sorry, what?” because I had no clue she had even asked another question. She just smiled like the cat who got the canary and continued on working.

As she quickly washed the car I was rewarded with continuous glimpses of as much as she could get away with out there. Ass cheeks and flashes of her shaved pussy, and a bikini top that had a lot of trouble keeping her properly covered. Somehow the part that ties around the neck managed to work themselves loose so that anytime she bent over all the way the tiny little knit triangles fell away from her breasts just enough to show nipple. If you were looking. And I was. Staring like a dirty old man, in fact. I don’t think I’ve ever concentrated so hard on hoping for a “wardrobe malfunction”, for the damn thing to just fall off entirely.

In an all-too-short blur of time, she finished up. He got into the passenger side while I shyly smiled at her and somehow managed to ask what nights she danced here. I assured her that we would be back.

“After the wonderful little show you gave me, I can’t wait to see the real thing. But please don’t try to tell me this car wash was free.” As I stared at her body trying to find a lucrative place to tuck the $10 bill, she stood a little closer to me but made no move to take that money from me. She smiled when I finally tucked it into the tight portion of strap in between her breasts; my fingers grazed cleavage and I boldly let them wander on over to her breast. When I looked at her she just smiled bigger, so I pinched her hard nipple in between forefinger and thumb. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment and then I pulled away.

“Yes, we will be back.”

And with that, we left and continued for home.

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*sigh* I wish. Instead we kept on driving and fantasized the above. If only, if only.

Now then, who’s going to take me to a few good strip clubs? I’ve got a couple fantasies that I need to get working on making real, the sooner the better!