Caught Looking Erotic Stories of Exhibitionists and Voyeurs

Introduction: Confessions of a Confirmed Voyeur I can't lieI like to watch. Looking at sexy people exulting in their sensuality, playing it up, flirting, flaunting it, gets me hot. Knowing they want to show off for me makes it all the better. I live in New York, the ultimate city for people watching, but only rarely do I actually get to engage in true voyeurismwatching other people have sex. Sometimes I attend sex parties, where a giant room might be filled with all sorts of couplings. But the action that gets me hottest isn't the most over-the-top scene in the room, but one where I see two people so lost in each other that their bodies seem to give off waves of heat, a magnetism that's enough to lure anyone into their web. Once, during a threesome with a private sex party's host couple, I remember watching them kiss as the three of us were entangled and being both awed and jealous of the passion their lips shared, until they opened their circle to include me, letting me peek, and join in. I also like it when lovers show off just for me, and I have asked several I know to show me how they touch themselves when I'm not around. Watching as their fingers stroke and pump makes me feel like I'm being let into a secret world, given a special lens to view the utterly private. Like talking dirty, another sexual act I indulge in every chance I get, watching uses one of my senses to enhance another. Seeing a lover strip for me, watching him run his hands up and down his body; making her display her masturbation techniques, showing off the bite marks or reddened skin from a spanking; checking out her cleavage or his ass from across the room when they don't know I'm lookingall of this gets me hot and makes my body purr. Time seems to stop as I soak in her curves, his tattoos, her strong back, his neck, her parted lips, his hard cock. Whatever position I'm in, I like to watch as our bodies melt against each other, and that visual is like a show-within-a-show for me, its impact spurring on my desire. The authors who've graced us with their naughty tales here also share the thrill of watchingand being watched. I'm not so much a spy as I am a blatant voyeur; I like the people I'm watching to know I'm looking, to feel my gaze as they bare their innermost selves to me. I like to watch people's faces when they come, when every last shred of inhibition gets tossed out and they are naked, bare, caught in my glance. I like them to feel my eyes burning into them, warming them; to know I'm getting off by absorbing whatever it is they want to reveal. When they're strutting their stuff just for me, giving me visual cues that tell me they know I've got my gaze pinned on them, I'm in heaven, squirreling away those images in my mind to replay later; responding to their every move, whether they're flirting from across the room, masturbating on command, or making love to someone else before my eyes. Stan Kent knows exactly what I'm talking about, and he shares his voyeuristic secrets in "My Finest Hour." Once you read his story, I bet you'll want to watch his protagonist's lover, who knows just how to make sure you'll stick around to see what she'll do next. He puts us right at the heart of why looking is so alluring: "Notice how the word shower contains show. Show and showerthe two go together like a wet pussy and a stiff cock. Our glassed enclosure is her stage...my luxurious private and personal peep show that satisfies my fundamental sexual need to watch my lover engaged in what would be private and personal moments if it weren't for the fact that I'm watching.Tyler, Alison is the author of 'Caught Looking Erotic Stories of Exhibitionists and Voyeurs' with ISBN 9781573442565 and ISBN 1573442569.