This may be AM pics but I can paint a picture with words as well as post my nudes
Iām glad you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing itā¦
I definitely enjoyed reading it!This may be AM pics but I can paint a picture with words as well as post my nudes
Iām glad you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing itā¦
Amazing! Thank you Bean. We appreciate youA bedtime storyā¦
Creeping down the corridor so as not to wake you, I tiptoe lightly over the wooden floorboards. Iām only wearing an oversized T and short white ankle socks. You had specifically told me to stay on the sofa downstairs, that your wife would know that youād taken me home even though she was out of town.
I shouldnāt have been here at all. In your house. Not like this. But the tension between the two of us was becoming more than palpable. And it had been easy to pretend Iād been too drunk to drive home. It was always easy, to convince you.
You see, we havenāt fucked. Well not yet anyway, despite eye fucking each other each work shift, you taking me out for Friday night drinks, me always being ever so respectful of your wife. Refusing to so much as hug you for a second too long.
But I couldnāt wait. Not anymore.
The door to your room is open just a little and I see you on your side facing away from door. Youāre not asleep and I see the reflection of a phone light. Youāre scrolling. Taking a deep breath to steady myself I keep creeping forwards, quietly tip toeing closer and closer.
As I reach your door I can almost what youāre looking at and it takes me a few seconds to work out what it is. My stomach does a backflip and I shove a hand over my mouth to stop the audible gasp from escaping my lips. Itās me. Youāve found myā¦. Lit account. My heart is racing but, still, I look on and watch as you kick your duvet off with one foot, releasing your cock from beneath your boxers. In the dim light I make out a drop of precum stick to your thumb as you roll down your foreskin, changing positions so that youāre now resting against your pillows.
My breath catches in my throat and I freeze, pressing my back against the wall. I can hear my blood beating in my ears and my cheeks flush from the thrill of almost being caught. A sound plays from your phone and I strain my ears to make out what it is. My red towel video. Fuck.
I lean my head against the wall, parting my legs and quietly slide a hand under the hem of my t shirt. My finger slips easily between the folds of my pussy, sliding down and back up to my clit. I can hear your breath now, hear the bed moving to the rhythm of your hand and I try to match it with my own. Circling my clit with two fingers, the other gripping the wall for balance. Iām so fucking turned on it feels as though my hand is pointless, my body screaming out for something more.
Sliding a finger into myself I dare to sneak another look into your room, your head is leaning back against the bed rest, your phones balanced on the pile of duvet at the end of your bed. Your cock looks so beautiful in this light, so big. I slide a second finger in, stifling a moan, as I notice the way your balls move up down with the motion of your hand. I can feel myself dripping down my fingers as I curl them upwards to get to that sweet spot pushing in and out, in and out, faster and faster to your rhythm.
I can hear you rubbing faster and faster, the hot squelching noises of precum and the tight grip around your cock helping to disguise the noises I was making just outside your door. I can hardly take it and my legs part even wider. I lean the top half of my body against the wall, pressing my shoulders and back against it, pushing my hips forward, my legs entirely apart. Your breathing was becoming faster and more strained, the bed frames squeaking and I could hear a groan building in the back of your throat.
āFuuu-ckā¦!ā
Your primal, guttural vocals dragged me over the edge. My fingers curled again, hard, grinding up into that spot until the pressure burst. I bit down on my fist to keep from screaming as my body convulsed, squirting across the floor in hot, violent waves. It splashed against the wood, soaking my thighs, dripping down in messy streams and covering my socks while I shook and gasped silently. Knowing in that moment, watching you watch me, that Iād just come harder than I would for anyone else.
Yours truly,
A naughty little voyeur
As others have said, it's all about balance. I feel like interactions here are the same as all other relationships in that the flow of energy needs to be balanced to prevent burnout. You put energy in, you need to get energy back. Sometimes the banter here is restoring and sometimes it's work. When the balance of energy exchange here is off stepping back from here and finding restoration elsewhere is necessary.Posted in: Whatāre You Thinking.
Right now, Iām thinking about the people I started to connect with here. I miss them, even though I know I slipped into my old pattern of pulling back the moment I felt myself letting someone too close, afraid Iād scare them away. I do that, often. Pull away that is.
Yet, time away from here, as usual, has been healing and specifically grounding in ways I didnāt expectā¦Iāve had more space for myselfā¦.more time for me. For jotting down stories and scraps of thoughts, for letting my mind wander without a single ounce of distraction.
And most of all, walking. Yes, walking. It might sound silly but itās healing and getting back to it has woken something in me again. Around 16 to 18k steps a dayā¦ all before 9am, a stone and a half lighter, my routine finally back in a stable rhythmā¦I feel like my soul is breathing again. Not to mention the excitement in seeing my body changeā¦changing into yet another version of me that I may enjoy even more.
Yet part of me misses the chaos of being here each and every dayā¦.staying up until 1 or 2 a.m., chatting, being turned on, intelligent conversations with sexually stimulating people. laughingā¦. waking up and checking this place first thing to see if those special few had replied. That wasnāt healthy, maybe.
Regardless.
A lot on my mind.
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story Bean
I love these kinds of will-they-won't-they scenarios. Denial can be unbearably hot.
Huh... This may be the best explanation for my insomnia yet.
Well that made for a lovely Thursday night.A bedtime storyā¦
Creeping down the corridor so as not to wake you, I tiptoe lightly over the wooden floorboards. Iām only wearing an oversized T and short white ankle socks. You had specifically told me to stay on the sofa downstairs, that your wife would know that youād taken me home even though she was out of town.
I shouldnāt have been here at all. In your house. Not like this. But the tension between the two of us was becoming more than palpable. And it had been easy to pretend Iād been too drunk to drive home. It was always easy, to convince you.
You see, we havenāt fucked. Well not yet anyway, despite eye fucking each other each work shift, you taking me out for Friday night drinks, me always being ever so respectful of your wife. Refusing to so much as hug you for a second too long.
But I couldnāt wait. Not anymore.
The door to your room is open just a little and I see you on your side facing away from door. Youāre not asleep and I see the reflection of a phone light. Youāre scrolling. Taking a deep breath to steady myself I keep creeping forwards, quietly tip toeing closer and closer.
As I reach your door I can almost what youāre looking at and it takes me a few seconds to work out what it is. My stomach does a backflip and I shove a hand over my mouth to stop the audible gasp from escaping my lips. Itās me. Youāve found myā¦. Lit account. My heart is racing but, still, I look on and watch as you kick your duvet off with one foot, releasing your cock from beneath your boxers. In the dim light I make out a drop of precum stick to your thumb as you roll down your foreskin, changing positions so that youāre now resting against your pillows.
My breath catches in my throat and I freeze, pressing my back against the wall. I can hear my blood beating in my ears and my cheeks flush from the thrill of almost being caught. A sound plays from your phone and I strain my ears to make out what it is. My red towel video. Fuck.
I lean my head against the wall, parting my legs and quietly slide a hand under the hem of my t shirt. My finger slips easily between the folds of my pussy, sliding down and back up to my clit. I can hear your breath now, hear the bed moving to the rhythm of your hand and I try to match it with my own. Circling my clit with two fingers, the other gripping the wall for balance. Iām so fucking turned on it feels as though my hand is pointless, my body screaming out for something more.
Sliding a finger into myself I dare to sneak another look into your room, your head is leaning back against the bed rest, your phones balanced on the pile of duvet at the end of your bed. Your cock looks so beautiful in this light, so big. I slide a second finger in, stifling a moan, as I notice the way your balls move up down with the motion of your hand. I can feel myself dripping down my fingers as I curl them upwards to get to that sweet spot pushing in and out, in and out, faster and faster to your rhythm.
I can hear you rubbing faster and faster, the hot squelching noises of precum and the tight grip around your cock helping to disguise the noises I was making just outside your door. I can hardly take it and my legs part even wider. I lean the top half of my body against the wall, pressing my shoulders and back against it, pushing my hips forward, my legs entirely apart. Your breathing was becoming faster and more strained, the bed frames squeaking and I could hear a groan building in the back of your throat.
āFuuu-ckā¦!ā
Your primal, guttural vocals dragged me over the edge. My fingers curled again, hard, grinding up into that spot until the pressure burst. I bit down on my fist to keep from screaming as my body convulsed, squirting across the floor in hot, violent waves. It splashed against the wood, soaking my thighs, dripping down in messy streams and covering my socks while I shook and gasped silently. Knowing in that moment, watching you watch me, that Iād just come harder than I would for anyone else.
Yours truly,
A naughty little voyeur
OMG. Im going to have to change the bedsheets nowA bedtime storyā¦
Creeping down the corridor so as not to wake you, I tiptoe lightly over the wooden floorboards. Iām only wearing an oversized T and short white ankle socks. You had specifically told me to stay on the sofa downstairs, that your wife would know that youād taken me home even though she was out of town.
I shouldnāt have been here at all. In your house. Not like this. But the tension between the two of us was becoming more than palpable. And it had been easy to pretend Iād been too drunk to drive home. It was always easy, to convince you.
You see, we havenāt fucked. Well not yet anyway, despite eye fucking each other each work shift, you taking me out for Friday night drinks, me always being ever so respectful of your wife. Refusing to so much as hug you for a second too long.
But I couldnāt wait. Not anymore.
The door to your room is open just a little and I see you on your side facing away from door. Youāre not asleep and I see the reflection of a phone light. Youāre scrolling. Taking a deep breath to steady myself I keep creeping forwards, quietly tip toeing closer and closer.
As I reach your door I can almost what youāre looking at and it takes me a few seconds to work out what it is. My stomach does a backflip and I shove a hand over my mouth to stop the audible gasp from escaping my lips. Itās me. Youāve found myā¦. Lit account. My heart is racing but, still, I look on and watch as you kick your duvet off with one foot, releasing your cock from beneath your boxers. In the dim light I make out a drop of precum stick to your thumb as you roll down your foreskin, changing positions so that youāre now resting against your pillows.
My breath catches in my throat and I freeze, pressing my back against the wall. I can hear my blood beating in my ears and my cheeks flush from the thrill of almost being caught. A sound plays from your phone and I strain my ears to make out what it is. My red towel video. Fuck.
I lean my head against the wall, parting my legs and quietly slide a hand under the hem of my t shirt. My finger slips easily between the folds of my pussy, sliding down and back up to my clit. I can hear your breath now, hear the bed moving to the rhythm of your hand and I try to match it with my own. Circling my clit with two fingers, the other gripping the wall for balance. Iām so fucking turned on it feels as though my hand is pointless, my body screaming out for something more.
Sliding a finger into myself I dare to sneak another look into your room, your head is leaning back against the bed rest, your phones balanced on the pile of duvet at the end of your bed. Your cock looks so beautiful in this light, so big. I slide a second finger in, stifling a moan, as I notice the way your balls move up down with the motion of your hand. I can feel myself dripping down my fingers as I curl them upwards to get to that sweet spot pushing in and out, in and out, faster and faster to your rhythm.
I can hear you rubbing faster and faster, the hot squelching noises of precum and the tight grip around your cock helping to disguise the noises I was making just outside your door. I can hardly take it and my legs part even wider. I lean the top half of my body against the wall, pressing my shoulders and back against it, pushing my hips forward, my legs entirely apart. Your breathing was becoming faster and more strained, the bed frames squeaking and I could hear a groan building in the back of your throat.
āFuuu-ckā¦!ā
Your primal, guttural vocals dragged me over the edge. My fingers curled again, hard, grinding up into that spot until the pressure burst. I bit down on my fist to keep from screaming as my body convulsed, squirting across the floor in hot, violent waves. It splashed against the wood, soaking my thighs, dripping down in messy streams and covering my socks while I shook and gasped silently. Knowing in that moment, watching you watch me, that Iād just come harder than I would for anyone else.
Yours truly,
A naughty little voyeur
Great and vivid imagery. Loved it.It was so hot reading your storyThis may be AM pics but I can paint a picture with words as well as post my nudes
Iām glad you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing itā¦
These pics are incredible because of what they barely hideTalking of naughtyā¦.
I posted one of these yesterdayā¦ but here it is again for those of you who donāt enjoy scrollingā¦.plus 1 more because Iām feeling generous and Iāve MISSED you.
https://postimg.cc/HrzRqHmd
https://postimg.cc/KkS4nTY8
A bedtime storyā¦
Creeping down the corridor so as not to wake you, I tiptoe lightly over the wooden floorboards. Iām only wearing an oversized T and short white ankle socks. You had specifically told me to stay on the sofa downstairs, that your wife would know that youād taken me home even though she was out of town.
Love it and had a picture in my head as I read , would love to continue this with you
I shouldnāt have been here at all. In your house. Not like this. But the tension between the two of us was becoming more than palpable. And it had been easy to pretend Iād been too drunk to drive home. It was always easy, to convince you.
You see, we havenāt fucked. Well not yet anyway, despite eye fucking each other each work shift, you taking me out for Friday night drinks, me always being ever so respectful of your wife. Refusing to so much as hug you for a second too long.
But I couldnāt wait. Not anymore.
The door to your room is open just a little and I see you on your side facing away from door. Youāre not asleep and I see the reflection of a phone light. Youāre scrolling. Taking a deep breath to steady myself I keep creeping forwards, quietly tip toeing closer and closer.
As I reach your door I can almost what youāre looking at and it takes me a few seconds to work out what it is. My stomach does a backflip and I shove a hand over my mouth to stop the audible gasp from escaping my lips. Itās me. Youāve found myā¦. Lit account. My heart is racing but, still, I look on and watch as you kick your duvet off with one foot, releasing your cock from beneath your boxers. In the dim light I make out a drop of precum stick to your thumb as you roll down your foreskin, changing positions so that youāre now resting against your pillows.
My breath catches in my throat and I freeze, pressing my back against the wall. I can hear my blood beating in my ears and my cheeks flush from the thrill of almost being caught. A sound plays from your phone and I strain my ears to make out what it is. My red towel video. Fuck.
I lean my head against the wall, parting my legs and quietly slide a hand under the hem of my t shirt. My finger slips easily between the folds of my pussy, sliding down and back up to my clit. I can hear your breath now, hear the bed moving to the rhythm of your hand and I try to match it with my own. Circling my clit with two fingers, the other gripping the wall for balance. Iām so fucking turned on it feels as though my hand is pointless, my body screaming out for something more.
Sliding a finger into myself I dare to sneak another look into your room, your head is leaning back against the bed rest, your phones balanced on the pile of duvet at the end of your bed. Your cock looks so beautiful in this light, so big. I slide a second finger in, stifling a moan, as I notice the way your balls move up down with the motion of your hand. I can feel myself dripping down my fingers as I curl them upwards to get to that sweet spot pushing in and out, in and out, faster and faster to your rhythm.
I can hear you rubbing faster and faster, the hot squelching noises of precum and the tight grip around your cock helping to disguise the noises I was making just outside your door. I can hardly take it and my legs part even wider. I lean the top half of my body against the wall, pressing my shoulders and back against it, pushing my hips forward, my legs entirely apart. Your breathing was becoming faster and more strained, the bed frames squeaking and I could hear a groan building in the back of your throat.
āFuuu-ckā¦!ā
Your primal, guttural vocals dragged me over the edge. My fingers curled again, hard, grinding up into that spot until the pressure burst. I bit down on my fist to keep from screaming as my body convulsed, squirting across the floor in hot, violent waves. It splashed against the wood, soaking my thighs, dripping down in messy streams and covering my socks while I shook and gasped silently. Knowing in that moment, watching you watch me, that Iād just come harder than I would for anyone else.
Yours truly,
A naughty little voyeur
that's really hot, and sooo well written. I found myself holding my breath slightly as if I was trying not to be heard. A special talent to be able to make the reader experience this.A bedtime storyā¦
Creeping down the corridor so as not to wake you, I tiptoe lightly over the wooden floorboards. Iām only wearing an oversized T and short white ankle socks. You had specifically told me to stay on the sofa downstairs, that your wife would know that youād taken me home even though she was out of town.
I shouldnāt have been here at all. In your house. Not like this. But the tension between the two of us was becoming more than palpable. And it had been easy to pretend Iād been too drunk to drive home. It was always easy, to convince you.
You see, we havenāt fucked. Well not yet anyway, despite eye fucking each other each work shift, you taking me out for Friday night drinks, me always being ever so respectful of your wife. Refusing to so much as hug you for a second too long.
But I couldnāt wait. Not anymore.
The door to your room is open just a little and I see you on your side facing away from door. Youāre not asleep and I see the reflection of a phone light. Youāre scrolling. Taking a deep breath to steady myself I keep creeping forwards, quietly tip toeing closer and closer.
As I reach your door I can almost what youāre looking at and it takes me a few seconds to work out what it is. My stomach does a backflip and I shove a hand over my mouth to stop the audible gasp from escaping my lips. Itās me. Youāve found myā¦. Lit account. My heart is racing but, still, I look on and watch as you kick your duvet off with one foot, releasing your cock from beneath your boxers. In the dim light I make out a drop of precum stick to your thumb as you roll down your foreskin, changing positions so that youāre now resting against your pillows.
My breath catches in my throat and I freeze, pressing my back against the wall. I can hear my blood beating in my ears and my cheeks flush from the thrill of almost being caught. A sound plays from your phone and I strain my ears to make out what it is. My red towel video. Fuck.
I lean my head against the wall, parting my legs and quietly slide a hand under the hem of my t shirt. My finger slips easily between the folds of my pussy, sliding down and back up to my clit. I can hear your breath now, hear the bed moving to the rhythm of your hand and I try to match it with my own. Circling my clit with two fingers, the other gripping the wall for balance. Iām so fucking turned on it feels as though my hand is pointless, my body screaming out for something more.
Sliding a finger into myself I dare to sneak another look into your room, your head is leaning back against the bed rest, your phones balanced on the pile of duvet at the end of your bed. Your cock looks so beautiful in this light, so big. I slide a second finger in, stifling a moan, as I notice the way your balls move up down with the motion of your hand. I can feel myself dripping down my fingers as I curl them upwards to get to that sweet spot pushing in and out, in and out, faster and faster to your rhythm.
I can hear you rubbing faster and faster, the hot squelching noises of precum and the tight grip around your cock helping to disguise the noises I was making just outside your door. I can hardly take it and my legs part even wider. I lean the top half of my body against the wall, pressing my shoulders and back against it, pushing my hips forward, my legs entirely apart. Your breathing was becoming faster and more strained, the bed frames squeaking and I could hear a groan building in the back of your throat.
āFuuu-ckā¦!ā
Your primal, guttural vocals dragged me over the edge. My fingers curled again, hard, grinding up into that spot until the pressure burst. I bit down on my fist to keep from screaming as my body convulsed, squirting across the floor in hot, violent waves. It splashed against the wood, soaking my thighs, dripping down in messy streams and covering my socks while I shook and gasped silently. Knowing in that moment, watching you watch me, that Iād just come harder than I would for anyone else.
Yours truly,
A naughty little voyeur
I would love the idea of you watching me whil I stroked to your videos and pictures. Watching my hand on my shaft as I slowly started. Sensually feeling it hard in my hand as I rub all the most sensitive spots and play with my precum for you.A bedtime storyā¦
Creeping down the corridor so as not to wake you, I tiptoe lightly over the wooden floorboards. Iām only wearing an oversized T and short white ankle socks. You had specifically told me to stay on the sofa downstairs, that your wife would know that youād taken me home even though she was out of town.
I shouldnāt have been here at all. In your house. Not like this. But the tension between the two of us was becoming more than palpable. And it had been easy to pretend Iād been too drunk to drive home. It was always easy, to convince you.
You see, we havenāt fucked. Well not yet anyway, despite eye fucking each other each work shift, you taking me out for Friday night drinks, me always being ever so respectful of your wife. Refusing to so much as hug you for a second too long.
But I couldnāt wait. Not anymore.
The door to your room is open just a little and I see you on your side facing away from door. Youāre not asleep and I see the reflection of a phone light. Youāre scrolling. Taking a deep breath to steady myself I keep creeping forwards, quietly tip toeing closer and closer.
As I reach your door I can almost what youāre looking at and it takes me a few seconds to work out what it is. My stomach does a backflip and I shove a hand over my mouth to stop the audible gasp from escaping my lips. Itās me. Youāve found myā¦. Lit account. My heart is racing but, still, I look on and watch as you kick your duvet off with one foot, releasing your cock from beneath your boxers. In the dim light I make out a drop of precum stick to your thumb as you roll down your foreskin, changing positions so that youāre now resting against your pillows.
My breath catches in my throat and I freeze, pressing my back against the wall. I can hear my blood beating in my ears and my cheeks flush from the thrill of almost being caught. A sound plays from your phone and I strain my ears to make out what it is. My red towel video. Fuck.
I lean my head against the wall, parting my legs and quietly slide a hand under the hem of my t shirt. My finger slips easily between the folds of my pussy, sliding down and back up to my clit. I can hear your breath now, hear the bed moving to the rhythm of your hand and I try to match it with my own. Circling my clit with two fingers, the other gripping the wall for balance. Iām so fucking turned on it feels as though my hand is pointless, my body screaming out for something more.
Sliding a finger into myself I dare to sneak another look into your room, your head is leaning back against the bed rest, your phones balanced on the pile of duvet at the end of your bed. Your cock looks so beautiful in this light, so big. I slide a second finger in, stifling a moan, as I notice the way your balls move up down with the motion of your hand. I can feel myself dripping down my fingers as I curl them upwards to get to that sweet spot pushing in and out, in and out, faster and faster to your rhythm.
I can hear you rubbing faster and faster, the hot squelching noises of precum and the tight grip around your cock helping to disguise the noises I was making just outside your door. I can hardly take it and my legs part even wider. I lean the top half of my body against the wall, pressing my shoulders and back against it, pushing my hips forward, my legs entirely apart. Your breathing was becoming faster and more strained, the bed frames squeaking and I could hear a groan building in the back of your throat.
āFuuu-ckā¦!ā
Your primal, guttural vocals dragged me over the edge. My fingers curled again, hard, grinding up into that spot until the pressure burst. I bit down on my fist to keep from screaming as my body convulsed, squirting across the floor in hot, violent waves. It splashed against the wood, soaking my thighs, dripping down in messy streams and covering my socks while I shook and gasped silently. Knowing in that moment, watching you watch me, that Iād just come harder than I would for anyone else.
Yours truly,
A naughty little voyeur
Once again your writing entices things out of me, that I can't help but smirk about. I loved reading your story. Everything you write is so well written, cannot get enough of it.A bedtime storyā¦
Creeping down the corridor so as not to wake you, I tiptoe lightly over the wooden floorboards. Iām only wearing an oversized T and short white ankle socks. You had specifically told me to stay on the sofa downstairs, that your wife would know that youād taken me home even though she was out of town.
I shouldnāt have been here at all. In your house. Not like this. But the tension between the two of us was becoming more than palpable. And it had been easy to pretend Iād been too drunk to drive home. It was always easy, to convince you.
You see, we havenāt fucked. Well not yet anyway, despite eye fucking each other each work shift, you taking me out for Friday night drinks, me always being ever so respectful of your wife. Refusing to so much as hug you for a second too long.
But I couldnāt wait. Not anymore.
The door to your room is open just a little and I see you on your side facing away from door. Youāre not asleep and I see the reflection of a phone light. Youāre scrolling. Taking a deep breath to steady myself I keep creeping forwards, quietly tip toeing closer and closer.
As I reach your door I can almost what youāre looking at and it takes me a few seconds to work out what it is. My stomach does a backflip and I shove a hand over my mouth to stop the audible gasp from escaping my lips. Itās me. Youāve found myā¦. Lit account. My heart is racing but, still, I look on and watch as you kick your duvet off with one foot, releasing your cock from beneath your boxers. In the dim light I make out a drop of precum stick to your thumb as you roll down your foreskin, changing positions so that youāre now resting against your pillows.
My breath catches in my throat and I freeze, pressing my back against the wall. I can hear my blood beating in my ears and my cheeks flush from the thrill of almost being caught. A sound plays from your phone and I strain my ears to make out what it is. My red towel video. Fuck.
I lean my head against the wall, parting my legs and quietly slide a hand under the hem of my t shirt. My finger slips easily between the folds of my pussy, sliding down and back up to my clit. I can hear your breath now, hear the bed moving to the rhythm of your hand and I try to match it with my own. Circling my clit with two fingers, the other gripping the wall for balance. Iām so fucking turned on it feels as though my hand is pointless, my body screaming out for something more.
Sliding a finger into myself I dare to sneak another look into your room, your head is leaning back against the bed rest, your phones balanced on the pile of duvet at the end of your bed. Your cock looks so beautiful in this light, so big. I slide a second finger in, stifling a moan, as I notice the way your balls move up down with the motion of your hand. I can feel myself dripping down my fingers as I curl them upwards to get to that sweet spot pushing in and out, in and out, faster and faster to your rhythm.
I can hear you rubbing faster and faster, the hot squelching noises of precum and the tight grip around your cock helping to disguise the noises I was making just outside your door. I can hardly take it and my legs part even wider. I lean the top half of my body against the wall, pressing my shoulders and back against it, pushing my hips forward, my legs entirely apart. Your breathing was becoming faster and more strained, the bed frames squeaking and I could hear a groan building in the back of your throat.
āFuuu-ckā¦!ā
Your primal, guttural vocals dragged me over the edge. My fingers curled again, hard, grinding up into that spot until the pressure burst. I bit down on my fist to keep from screaming as my body convulsed, squirting across the floor in hot, violent waves. It splashed against the wood, soaking my thighs, dripping down in messy streams and covering my socks while I shook and gasped silently. Knowing in that moment, watching you watch me, that Iād just come harder than I would for anyone else.
Yours truly,
A naughty little voyeur
I've struggled in the opposite direction since puberty, my metabolism is just... aggressive. I can't keep weight on if i take it remotely easy. It made me very self conscious for a long time until I found ways to keep it through exercise. It works both ways like that, exercise to lose it, exercise to keep it. There's an equilibrium in there for everybody, and it does not have to mean skinny or fat, just something that feels like you. Some of the worst patterns you can fall in is looking at the world and setting a goal like "I want to look like that person". Spoiler: you can't, ever.Thankyou Chas!
I always tell people the same thing if they ask about weight lossā¦walking is going to be your best friend. Itās so healing and helps with so much more than just the physical side! I think Iāve mentioned here before that I have PCOS, so my metabolism is all over the place and my hormones are super imbalanced. (Being a woman is fucking fantastic at times) My weight fluctuates like crazy, which means I have to put in a little extra work compared to some. But it sometimes means bigger boobs for half the year, and wellā¦ Iām not
An eloquent word mistressA bedtime storyā¦
Creeping down the corridor so as not to wake you, I tiptoe lightly over the wooden floorboards. Iām only wearing an oversized T and short white ankle socks. You had specifically told me to stay on the sofa downstairs, that your wife would know that youād taken me home even though she was out of town.
I shouldnāt have been here at all. In your house. Not like this. But the tension between the two of us was becoming more than palpable. And it had been easy to pretend Iād been too drunk to drive home. It was always easy, to convince you.
You see, we havenāt fucked. Well not yet anyway, despite eye fucking each other each work shift, you taking me out for Friday night drinks, me always being ever so respectful of your wife. Refusing to so much as hug you for a second too long.
But I couldnāt wait. Not anymore.
The door to your room is open just a little and I see you on your side facing away from door. Youāre not asleep and I see the reflection of a phone light. Youāre scrolling. Taking a deep breath to steady myself I keep creeping forwards, quietly tip toeing closer and closer.
As I reach your door I can almost what youāre looking at and it takes me a few seconds to work out what it is. My stomach does a backflip and I shove a hand over my mouth to stop the audible gasp from escaping my lips. Itās me. Youāve found myā¦. Lit account. My heart is racing but, still, I look on and watch as you kick your duvet off with one foot, releasing your cock from beneath your boxers. In the dim light I make out a drop of precum stick to your thumb as you roll down your foreskin, changing positions so that youāre now resting against your pillows.
My breath catches in my throat and I freeze, pressing my back against the wall. I can hear my blood beating in my ears and my cheeks flush from the thrill of almost being caught. A sound plays from your phone and I strain my ears to make out what it is. My red towel video. Fuck.
I lean my head against the wall, parting my legs and quietly slide a hand under the hem of my t shirt. My finger slips easily between the folds of my pussy, sliding down and back up to my clit. I can hear your breath now, hear the bed moving to the rhythm of your hand and I try to match it with my own. Circling my clit with two fingers, the other gripping the wall for balance. Iām so fucking turned on it feels as though my hand is pointless, my body screaming out for something more.
Sliding a finger into myself I dare to sneak another look into your room, your head is leaning back against the bed rest, your phones balanced on the pile of duvet at the end of your bed. Your cock looks so beautiful in this light, so big. I slide a second finger in, stifling a moan, as I notice the way your balls move up down with the motion of your hand. I can feel myself dripping down my fingers as I curl them upwards to get to that sweet spot pushing in and out, in and out, faster and faster to your rhythm.
I can hear you rubbing faster and faster, the hot squelching noises of precum and the tight grip around your cock helping to disguise the noises I was making just outside your door. I can hardly take it and my legs part even wider. I lean the top half of my body against the wall, pressing my shoulders and back against it, pushing my hips forward, my legs entirely apart. Your breathing was becoming faster and more strained, the bed frames squeaking and I could hear a groan building in the back of your throat.
āFuuu-ckā¦!ā
Your primal, guttural vocals dragged me over the edge. My fingers curled again, hard, grinding up into that spot until the pressure burst. I bit down on my fist to keep from screaming as my body convulsed, squirting across the floor in hot, violent waves. It splashed against the wood, soaking my thighs, dripping down in messy streams and covering my socks while I shook and gasped silently. Knowing in that moment, watching you watch me, that Iād just come harder than I would for anyone else.
Yours truly,
A naughty little voyeur
So hot, love thinking of you watching us jerk as we think about you. Can you imagine the ache, the hardness, as we think about you, about how you make us feel, what we'd like to do to you...A bedtime storyā¦
Creeping down the corridor so as not to wake you, I tiptoe lightly over the wooden floorboards. Iām only wearing an oversized T and short white ankle socks. You had specifically told me to stay on the sofa downstairs, that your wife would know that youād taken me home even though she was out of town.
I shouldnāt have been here at all. In your house. Not like this. But the tension between the two of us was becoming more than palpable. And it had been easy to pretend Iād been too drunk to drive home. It was always easy, to convince you.
You see, we havenāt fucked. Well not yet anyway, despite eye fucking each other each work shift, you taking me out for Friday night drinks, me always being ever so respectful of your wife. Refusing to so much as hug you for a second too long.
But I couldnāt wait. Not anymore.
The door to your room is open just a little and I see you on your side facing away from door. Youāre not asleep and I see the reflection of a phone light. Youāre scrolling. Taking a deep breath to steady myself I keep creeping forwards, quietly tip toeing closer and closer.
As I reach your door I can almost what youāre looking at and it takes me a few seconds to work out what it is. My stomach does a backflip and I shove a hand over my mouth to stop the audible gasp from escaping my lips. Itās me. Youāve found myā¦. Lit account. My heart is racing but, still, I look on and watch as you kick your duvet off with one foot, releasing your cock from beneath your boxers. In the dim light I make out a drop of precum stick to your thumb as you roll down your foreskin, changing positions so that youāre now resting against your pillows.
My breath catches in my throat and I freeze, pressing my back against the wall. I can hear my blood beating in my ears and my cheeks flush from the thrill of almost being caught. A sound plays from your phone and I strain my ears to make out what it is. My red towel video. Fuck.
I lean my head against the wall, parting my legs and quietly slide a hand under the hem of my t shirt. My finger slips easily between the folds of my pussy, sliding down and back up to my clit. I can hear your breath now, hear the bed moving to the rhythm of your hand and I try to match it with my own. Circling my clit with two fingers, the other gripping the wall for balance. Iām so fucking turned on it feels as though my hand is pointless, my body screaming out for something more.
Sliding a finger into myself I dare to sneak another look into your room, your head is leaning back against the bed rest, your phones balanced on the pile of duvet at the end of your bed. Your cock looks so beautiful in this light, so big. I slide a second finger in, stifling a moan, as I notice the way your balls move up down with the motion of your hand. I can feel myself dripping down my fingers as I curl them upwards to get to that sweet spot pushing in and out, in and out, faster and faster to your rhythm.
I can hear you rubbing faster and faster, the hot squelching noises of precum and the tight grip around your cock helping to disguise the noises I was making just outside your door. I can hardly take it and my legs part even wider. I lean the top half of my body against the wall, pressing my shoulders and back against it, pushing my hips forward, my legs entirely apart. Your breathing was becoming faster and more strained, the bed frames squeaking and I could hear a groan building in the back of your throat.
āFuuu-ckā¦!ā
Your primal, guttural vocals dragged me over the edge. My fingers curled again, hard, grinding up into that spot until the pressure burst. I bit down on my fist to keep from screaming as my body convulsed, squirting across the floor in hot, violent waves. It splashed against the wood, soaking my thighs, dripping down in messy streams and covering my socks while I shook and gasped silently. Knowing in that moment, watching you watch me, that Iād just come harder than I would for anyone else.
Yours truly,
A naughty little voyeur
To you and everyone else who has replied!!
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The wine will help
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