Trevor Henderson Peeping Tom Novels & Stories

After weeks of waiting for a call from her private investigator, he’d finally reached out to her regarding his findings on Jamie Henderson. She listened carefully as he confirmed her initial thoughts and assumption that the man was exactly who she thought he was. While still listening to him, her eyes suddenly darted to the tv in the room and she noticed it was on a news channel but what drew her attention was a picture of Jamie pasted on the screen with the headline, Illegitimate son of the Henderson’s family involved in another scandal. A frown masked by curiosity slipped into Sylvia’s face as she suddenly ended the call with her investigator, intending to listen to the news as she was int

Trevor said nothing, just stayed where he was, seated calmly on a chair opposite me as I attended to him. I was so mad at Aiden. He really should have let me explain what was going on. Trevor practically begged to have that hug because he had lost someone very close to him—his grandma. He begged for the hug so much that he ended up slightly blackmailing me before I finally gave in. It was meant to be a simple side hug that would last mere seconds, but then when he had me in his embrace, it started to seem like he did not wang to let go.

My name is Ted and I'm a voyeur. I'm not a Peeping-Tom or anything creepy like that; in fact, until recently, my voyeurism had always been restricted to watching strangers have sex in adult videos or Internet p**n. There are a couple of videos that my wife and I watch occasionally that are shot from the viewpoint of a "watcher," and I really like them. (So does she, by the way.)

“Ms. Eleanor! She was obsessed with you, man. She’d slip you a hundred-dollar bill just for a wink. And old Mr. Henderson, with his endless supply of twenty-dollar bills and his insistence that you dedicated ‘Starlight’ to him every Tuesday.” “And you, Mr. ‘Charisma Incarnate,’” I countered, nudging him playfully. “Remember that bachelorette party that tried to kidnap you after your set? You had to barricade yourself in the dressing room.” “Hey, they were enthusiastic patrons!” Trevor protested, feigning indignation. “It’s called customer service, Trist. We gave them a show, they gave us… well, everything. Remember that one night, after your ‘Rain Dance’ set, how that lady practically emptie

A familiar masculine voice called from behind, and Joanne immediately turned before me. Behind us, was Trevor Jones, looking smug in his white Tuxedo and blue bus-boy tie. “Hi…” joanne let out, friendly. Trevor immediately threw Joanne a quick gaze. I caught his eyes sweeping across her legs until it moved up to make another fast gaze at her cleavage. Fuckin bastard. Now coming to think about it. I carefully started to wonder, why in the world would he send Joanne her own private invitation. He barely knew Joanne. And I know Trevor to be careful with things like this.

They were even caught by the Sweep Team. Hendri tried to think of ways to cover up the scandal and look for connections everywhere. First, he wanted to suppress the news, and second, he wanted to save Zendaya. In the end, Zendaya had not yet come out. The media exposed an even bigger scandal in Horfoud family, and it was Hendri. The Horfoud's Corporation had branches in many cities, and Hendri had a lover in every city. His lover included university students in their twenties, as well as famous local women. Every time he went to a city, he would live like a normal husband and wife with his lover. The report also showed the intimate photos of Hendri and dozens of women. Some of them were even

"Fuck, you're so smart. Trevor does not deserve you. Yes, I paid the waiter to approach you." "Are you out of your mind? Why would you do that?" He shrugged and pushed his pants off, kicking them away. "I needed to fuck you. Always wanted to fuck that ass since I saw that dirty text you sent Trevor last year. You had a dildo buried in your ass, on all fours, and it was the hottest shit I had ever seen." What? Trevor hadn't liked that photo. He said it was obscene. I hadn't realized he showed it to his friends too.

The man, Tom, served as an informant, always ready to share the secrets he had gathered. "Is there news about Liam's hideout?" Henry questioned, his voice laced with urgency. Tom, the informant, nodded, a sly grin forming on his lips. He revealed that a lead on Liam's whereabouts had finally surfaced, causing a menacing smile to spread across Henry's face. His cold eyes gleamed with malice as he uttered a chilling promise, "Dear Liam, you have no idea of the hell that's coming for you." With his entourage in tow, Henry made his way forward, his mind set on the task ahead. The name "Liam" echoed in his thoughts, a haunting specter that fueled his desire for vengeance.

*********** Placing my head on the desk I feel a hand poke me slightly, I don't budge knowing it would be Tammy , "You drunk or what?" "Brenda?" "What, weren't expecting me?" "Thank goodness it's you I need to see you for a minute" "What's up?" "Trevor isn't who you think he is" "Wait what do you mean by that" "Come on out follow me" I grab her arm oullong her out of the class towards the stairs "Calm down kita, you're hurting me don't leave me with a scar" "I'm sorry" "What's is it ? 3 years now and I've never seen you this serious"

My name was Sophie Larkson. In my family, I was the goody-two-shoes my parents adored. At college, I was the innocent and pure campus belle. Nobody knew that in secret, I loved watching videos that made my cheeks flush and my heart race. Whenever I purchased pleasure devices online, I couldn't help but swallow hard and imagine how good it would feel using them. Around guys, I would always find myself getting wet and horny. I had always hidden myself well. Being a model student, I helped my neighbor's son with his studies over the summer break. Little did Mrs. Parker know, her younger son was a voyeur.