Erotic Stories Voyeur Novels & Stories

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

He had never believed himself to be a voyeur but he couldn’t deny how erotic it was to watch the gorgeous Erica giving a blow job to her boyfriend. “Shit, I’m gonna spew!” She went faster with her sucking, stroking, and fondling. Lucas put a hand behind her head and fucked her face for all it was worth. “Uuurrghh…”

Luckily, she enjoyed most of the sites, particularly those featuring erotic stories. She also really enjoyed the amateur and voyeur photo sites. The first time we "stumbled" across my favorite voyeur site, Linda said, "There's something really sexy and taboo about seeing naked pictures of someone's wife, co-worker, or neighbor." "Or sister," I almost added, but held my tongue. We'd look at the pictures and stroke each other. We'd invent histories about the people featured. We'd wonder how the husbands or boyfriends felt about their partners showing themselves off to the world. The more we looked and talked, the more it excited me to think about showing off Linda.

Ryder breathed, his pace unraveling, his thrusts tightening into something faster, more erratic. Ruth-Ann was coming apart, her middle finger working her clit with frantic precision. She was panting, her head tipping back against the wall, her chest rising and falling as she watched the man she'd craved all day take her mother apart piece by piece. She was a sinner. She was a voyeur. She was a whore. And she didn't care. Inside the room, Ryder's head lifted sharply.

I knew I wasn't going to do that. Nearly panting, I gave in to forbidden lust. I pulled up my dress, tucking it under my chin, and slid my hand over my belly and into my panties. Everything was wet. My panties were soaked. I fell into the rabbit hole of voyeurism - incestuous voyeurism. I pinched my clit, imagining going over and kneeling between my son's legs and moving his hand off that magnificent penis; leaning over, looking up at his startled eyes as I slid my mouth down over his erection, taking all of him into my mouth; then sucking my son's cock.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

The vibrator skirted her folds, a maddening inch away from where she needed it. She arched her back, a whimper escaping her lips. “Ah, ah,” he chided, tapping the vibrator against her clit once, briefly, sending a jolt through her before pulling away. “You don’t get to decide. You gave up that right when you lied to me.” He trailed the buzzing toy lower, circling her asshole, which was still tender and sore from his possession. She gasped, the sensation a confusing mix of pain and intense stimulation.

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

I caught my fingers finding their way into my panties again. I decided to go crazy. I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera and then I showed the video to the screen. "The sexiest man on earth", I mumbled as I then started watching the video and touching myself.. The thing about me is that I'm always wet, always. I went on and on for a moment till I reached orgasm and stopped. Then I cut the video and told myself to watch it later. Did my usual clean up and went to bed...Few minutes into my short nap, I got a call from Tom.

ck and started rocking me while sucking my lips at the same time. ‎ ‎Every stroke he made to my pvssy made me scream in pleasure. ‎ ‎As he thrust into my pvssy, his lips juggled between my nipples and my lips. ‎ ‎His eyes were covered with the intensity of the moment—he was completely into what he was doing to me. ‎ ‎Minutes later, I felt it, the large, huge cum about to overwhelm my soul, I grabbed him tight, my pvssy on edge, waiting for this sweet sensation to arrive, just then I locked Ryan in-between my legs as I screamed his name.