The good news is that I heard back from the elusive Grimm Perrault yesterday. The other good news is that I may never be the same again. She’s got me feeling downright virginal and in need of some serious kink to sully my perfect innocence, my bleached-out purity. Wow. You thought you knew a menage a trois? You didn’t know a menage a trois. Again, wow. And now instead of filling a page with Wow‘s, I’ll leave you to her: Continue reading Voyeur Stories: a reader’s menage a trois
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Voyeur Stories: a reader flirts with Girl Girl Boy
Dear Mr. X,
Things are taking interesting turns, in your life and mine. Last Friday I met an ex with whom I am on friendly and slightly cheeky terms. He told me about his current affair and commented in his self-deprecating humor that women had become his hobby but he wouldn’t be able to approach them without the Internet. That piqued my interest, and the next morning I set up a profile on this website. My profile picture was almost demure: just a part of my face, my fingers covering a beauty spot and a bit of my clothed shoulder. My text was also very specific and maybe a bit aloof, but purposefully so in order to put off certain types. Continue reading Voyeur Stories: a reader flirts with Girl Girl Boy
Voyeur Stories: a reader writes in
A couple of months ago I received an exciting e-mail from an unknown reader:
Dear X,
I recently found your blog, and I must say that it is the hottest thing I have read in a long time. I have been feeling extremely horny these last days. Three weeks ago I split up with my fiancé after falling in love with someone who lives thousands of miles away. I will call him Mr. L. This leads to some sexual frustration, as you can imagine. But I am a very sexual person and that doesn’t go unnoticed. Former lovers keep knocking at my door, some blatantly, some less so. Yesterday, as I had just begun reading your blog, an equally distant former lover, whom I had promised a “show”, approached me via video chat. It was in the middle of the afternoon here, late morning there, and he was still in bed…stroking his cock. Continue reading Voyeur Stories: a reader writes in