Voyeur App Novels & Stories

My little willing toy. By the time she returns to the rooftop, I watch her move through the crowd with effortless grace. I made sure to put it on the lowest vibration with the app in my phone. That’s right. I could control the vibrator inside her with an app. One of the geniuses of modern day technology. Only I could see the slight tremor in her fingers as she clung to the tray in her hands. Only I could see the way her thighs pressed together with each movement. She was being careful not to give too much away, but I could see it all.

“Hey, my dirty viewers. I’m Sienna, your desperate camgirl tonight. Bills are stacking up high, so I need your help to make this worth it. Tip to control this vibrator. It’s already in my pussy, waiting for you to turn it on and make me squirm like the slut I am.” My fingers traced down the front of my robe slowly, undoing the loose tie completely. I let the silk fall open to expose my breasts. The nipples hardened instantly in the cool air of the room, pink and perky, begging for attention. I picked up the remote app on my phone, showing it to the camera. The vibrator was nestled deep inside me, connected and ready. The low hum of potential made my walls clench around it already. A small ti

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

Ava had spent more nights than she’d ever admit with her fingers buried in her pussy, imagining him bending her over his desk and telling her what a good girl she was while he fucked her. But he would never look at her like that. Not the quiet, chubby girl who sat in the back and never spoke unless called on. Ava sighed and pulled her hand out of her leggings. She was too worked up to sleep and too lonely to do anything else. On a whim, she opened the app store and typed in something she’d seen mentioned in a late-night R8dd1t thread. VelvetChat. The description was simple: Anonymous. Discreet. Match based on desire.

Before she could stop herself, she found her hands opening her I*******m app and checking her notifications. She tapped on the jax_sawyer profile and. It was private with one post and over a thousand followers. She didn't even have up to five hundred followers on I*******m. Another slut in the making, a part of her wanted to send a request to him, so she could see the post on his page. What if it was the one with her in Mareco? She shook her head and waved it off. She was so dumb to think those moments meant anything to him.

I haven’t been listening to Liz and when I tune in she’s talking about the new guy she met on mythinder. It’s a dating app for mythical beings meet up to hook up. The weirdos she’s found on there are insanely weird thought. Supposedly there are vampires, sirens, and were-bears on there. I’ve only met other werewolves, so the thought of there being others out there puts me on edge. I’ve told her crazy ass not to use the app anymore but she thinks it’s fun. She says the sex is good and swears were-bears have the biggest dicks. “I’m worried you’re going to end up chopped up and thrown into a bag,” I tell her.

“Show me your titties! Meg had great tits. She liked to change in front of her window every night to give me a show. She liked when I watched. Dirty girl.” He laughed obnoxiously and grabbed at his crotch. Nope, that wasn’t at all remotely creepy or stalker like behavior to get off watching a girl changing in her bedroom. He probably had photos and videos he’d taken of his neighbor also. But for weirdos like him, the Cobra Club was the outlet they needed to avoid breaking the law. So, he was a voyeur then. She could work with this. “Well, I would be more than happy to give you a private show in my room honey. Right this way.”

It should scare me to think about what he would do if I defied him, but that’s the last thing on my mind as I tuck Rhys’s cock back into his boxers and straighten up to leave. The man doesn’t offer to get me off, even though he knows how horny I am after going down on him. I figure it’s only fair after he did the same for me last night, but courting trouble is my specialty. I take my phone to the bathroom, and, after ensuring there is no one in any of the stalls, I take the risk of shimmying down my panties to my knees and snapping a picture of my wet panties. My mind is turning into a mush. I have never done this kind of thing before, but a possessive man like Rhys wouldn’t let anyone else

The events that went down today ; the whole threat and her shaken self has been bothering me a lot. I knock softly on the adjoining door but get no response. As stealthily as I can, I push the door open , poking my head into the room but what I see halts me in my tracks. Zara is laid on her back, mouth open and soft pants leaving her mouth. The first thought that comes to mind is that she may be having a nightmare but there’s a faint buzzing coming from her bed. Upon closer inspection, I realize what it is. Zara Parkinson is masturbating with a vibrator . I shouldn’t be watching but the little robe she loves wearing is currently untied, leaving her naked body illuminated by the lights outsid