Peeping Tom Novels & Stories

I sat there tapping my long red nail on the leather cover, then finally pushed it away from the computer and looked at the screen which had come up. "Damn." I said aloud. Tommy had been watching p**n and must have paused the video and forgot to close it out. I was looking at a still of a good looking young blond guy who was sitting in a chair. Between his legs was a redhead who upon closer look was a lot older then the guy. The woman was topless and looking up at him while holding his rather impressive cock. It didn't bother me Tommy was watching p**n, hell he was a nineteen year old boy. I did find it odd he was watching something involving an older woman. Then again I'd heard that older wo

DANTE Surprised and angered by the audacity of someone hacking into an account connected to me, I demanded, "Have you identified the hacker?" Tom replied hesitantly, "The transaction was executed seamlessly." My frustration grew. "No one besides Anna and me has access to her account details. So if I didn't initiate the transaction, who did?" Tom's response was straightforward, "The only person who holds the answer to that question is Nathan Miverton." Running my finger over my lips, I contemplated the situation. "I'll investigate further. In the meantime, I want you to dig into Clifford Cameron."

The concrete floor felt cold beneath his feet, and he could hear the faint drip of water somewhere in the darkness beyond his cloth-covered vision. Tommy leaned closer to Liam, so close that the man's chin was almost resting on his shoulder. The warmth of his breath penetrated through the fabric covering Liam's head, carrying with it the smell of coffee and something else - something sharp and medicinal that made Liam's stomach turn. When Tommy spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, but every word was crystal clear and filled with malicious satisfaction. "You are going to say on camera that you made a big mistake," Tommy said, his lips so close to Liam's ear that the words seemed to vi

James knocked at the table while giving orders to tom. " Yes cheif anything more." Tom asked while taking the bottle in his hand which he opened. " Yes I want you to go and search the autopsy lab place to check whether there is any outside camera fixed there in that area." " I will do it sir then ,I will be going them ." " James waved his hand indicating him to go and took the file and carefully flipped through the page. " Tom walked outside closing the door behind him.

Close enough that he could see his reflection in my eyes—and realize there was no mercy waiting there. “You told me someone contacted you,” I said. “Told you to watch Baron. To follow him. To report.” Tom’s breathing quickened. “Yes,” he whispered. “Who.” “I—I don’t know his real name.” That earned him a quiet smile. “That wasn’t the question.” Tom licked his lips. “He didn’t approach me directly at first. He used intermediaries. Dead drops. Burner phones. Always careful.” “Still not an answer,” I said, tilting my head. “Try again.”

"The footage from the camera you brought is helpful, but if we approach these students about it, I doubt they'll want to help us out." Helma blinked in surprise. "Why not?" "Just watch," Mr. Lowry said. Helma picked up the camera, now hooked up to a big screen, and started playing a clip. The footage was mostly shot at night, but the camera's night vision made things clear. At first, you could see couples being all lovey-dovey, laughing and chatting. Then, the footage took a turn into R-rated territory. Helma stopped the video, her lips tight as she thought about where the camera had been found. "So that's what this camera was for. It's a peeping Tom's tool."

It took hours longer than usual, as she had to keep getting out of her chair to check the window, but she got through the stack of papers in the end. Tom was hiding in his bedroom. Usually he would be playing some kind of online game. But tonight he was peeping out of the window using a mirror so Kai wouldn't see. "He's not moved in three hours," Tom reported. "What kind of person stands there for three freaking hours." The boy sounded terrified—on the verge of panic "That's it." Rachel said. "I'm calling the police." "No!" Tom cried. As she slid her phone from her pocket and went to make the call, Tom pounced on her, grabbing at her with claw like fingers.

Fuck I miss her. I grab at my growing dick, it wants so bad to be reunited with Tate Davis too. Her eyes flick to mine and I freeze. My heart skipping a beat that she caught me. My chest constricts at the thought I'm a peeping fucking tom. Quickly I grab a shirt, any shirt from the floor and step away from the window.

Roger smiled mischievously. "I'll be at The Popular Place, meet me there,8 pm don't late." Tom turned to leave but his jacket got stuck on a lighting pole, here could hear the threads ripping apart,he cursed mildly, got the jacket off the hook taking a quick glance at Roger who missed the whole thing because he was on the phone. Tom quickly remembered the first time he met Roger,he could remember being intimidated by the small dude,although, his reasons were real. He walked past a newspaper stand with broken frames,he glared into it and notice an old man squatting,he tried to pay a little more attention, then he heard a loud cry behind him

He whisper shout to himself. He climbed out of the bed and strolled into the bathroom, he stood staring at himself in the mirror, his ruffled hair, his hazel eyes, his thin pink lips and his strong jaw, he is a fine man and a fine man like him falls for a woman. Christ, he can't waste all these manly goodness to sucking a man's prick, "yuck" he shuddered in disgust. Yep, that's right, he is a straight man, see, even the thought of sucking a man is disgusting. If he is a gay, will it be disgusting? Of course not.