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Welcome to our "smut" library. Here you will find various information articles and exciting stories dedicated to voyeurism. We welcome erotic fiction from our visitors. Notice that we add points to authors for every story we publish.

The Streak (02 February 2008)

When I was at university, one of the highspots of the year was “rag week” when we raised money for charity. A lot of students were involved in doing all manner of silly things in order to raise funds.

One of the regular items was the production of the joke book which meant collecting a large number of jokes, many of dubious quality, getting some of them illustrated, making arrangements for the printing of the book and then organising the sales.

There were six of us on the rag joke book committee, three boys, Jeremy, Kevin and Jack and three girls, my best friend, Emma and her friend Jenny and I. When we met for the fist time, we were glad we’d volunteered; they were great guys: good looking, hunky and with a great sense of humour and adventure.

We decided that we would all ask our friends, both on and off campus, if they could let us have some jokes and in six or seven weeks we had collected quite a good selection. We then pressed into service all our artistic friends and relations in an effort to get some illustrations.

At the end of two months we were ready to decide what would be going into the joke book. All this involved a lot of work and we had quite a number of meetings, usually in one of our rooms. Reading out all the jokes was hilarious and we had a fine time. The meetings tended to be very lighthearted and we got on well with the boys and really fancied them; they were really attractive and responded well.

After lectures one day, I happened to bump into Jack and he said, “Hi, Mel. We’d better have a meeting to decide who is going to print the rag book and how many we shall need.”

April Gives Me the Business (31 January 2008)

I first noticed April at professional functions. I sat next to her once at a benefit. She was a fascinating dinner partner, her knowledge of our community and her long-time efforts on the behalf of major charities made her scintillating dinner companion. I would have pursued her then, but she had to leave early to attend one of her children’s school concert. She left a good impression on me; her attire was always conservative and elegant—I found her very sexy.

One day she wanted to set up an appointment with Gail to sell her accounting services to our law firm. I was not shopping for a new accounting firm, but I will always listen to the pitch of a woman of April’s class.

After Gail asked me if I would take the meeting I asked her, “Do you know anything about her, personally?”

“A friend of mine works for her.”

“What do you know?”

“She’s going through a divorce and has three kids. She’s a very hard worker and is always well dressed—a fair boss and pays her employees well.”

“Okay, I’ll see her.”

Gail smiled and said, “I’m sure you will.”

April came into my office and owned the room. Her blonde hair framed a face of regal perfection. Her black framed glass gave her an Ashleigh Banfield look—intelligent and competent. She looked about 5’ 9” and 125 lbs. She walked up to my desk and firmly shook my hand. I sat down quickly as women like this arouse me intensely.

She sat in the chair facing my desk placing her briefcase at her side. Her knee-length blue skirt had ridden up and exposed several inches of her black-nylon clad thighs—I love black.

Linear Algebra (29 January 2008)

9:30pm. Tiffany had finished washing her face and returned to her biology textbook and cabernet. As per the usual, she was confident about the test, and utterly inebriated. Alex strolled into the living room and approached the couch.

"Wanna catch a flick?" he asked with a bit of sauce.

"Nein. I have to finish studying for the exam."

"It can wait."

She grinned and said, "Fuck off Alex, I'll give you a blowjob later, I'm busy right now."

Her perception and bluntness always managed to catch him off guard. With a sheepish smile he withdrew to their bedroom.

Tiffany had always had an easy time with guys. Her mother was Malaysian born Chinese, and her father was from Portugal. Her features subtly transmuted their genes into a distinctly unusual but undetermined exotic quality. She never put on makeup or particularly coordinated clothing, yet proved to be endlessly fascinating to her male classmates. The incessant smoking, drinking, and illicit drug use did little to dissuade even the most "straight-edge" boys.

Alex was clean. His pores, that is. For whatever reason, she was obsessed with pores. When she lost her virginity in high school, it was to a big hunky quarterback. Actually that's how her friends had described Jay, but all she noticed as he kept thrusting deeper inside her, was a group of enlarged pores in the middle of his nose. She let him shoot his load, and later profess his undying devotion, but then got the fuck home and washed herself thoroughly, exfoliating until her face was red from abrasion

The Erotic Party (27 January 2008)

I heard a normal college party outside my bedroom door. Music played. People talked. I pictured them walking around in my living room, casually drinking and carrying on with interesting conversations about sports, school, and whatever else fancied their interests.

I planned to enter into this party, but not like any of the others. As I looked down at my half-naked body, I grew excited at the thought of finally being able to fulfill my most intense fantasy.

"Well Martha, are you ready?" My friend, Jenny, cracked open the door to look inside. "You look absolutely fantastic. I'm sure a few of the guys are going to have a hard time. A very, very hard time, if you know what I mean."

I knew exactly what she meant, but only drew in a deep breath and looked down on myself once more. 'It wouldn't be so bad if I was more normal sized,' I thought to myself. If I had a flat chest or even average sized, it wouldn't be nearly so intimidating. But I knew my double-D cupped melons displayed in the erotic swimsuit would draw everyone's attention. Two narrow strips of cloth fell down from my shoulders and across my boobs. They joined an equally meager panty around my waist. It was enough to cover all the important parts, but just barely. I saw tit sticking out all over. I think a full two-thirds of my big boobs lay exposed. Even worse, they lay exposed in their natural state because the erotic swimsuit offered no support. Additional skin lay exposed behind me, I knew, for the swimsuit needed no straps across the center of my back. Worse yet, the bottom was little more than a thong.

Into the party I was supposed to enter wearing this meager selection of clothing. Everyone else would be fully dressed, but I would have skin sticking out all over. They would get to see nearly all of me, but they were not supposed to notice or say anything about it. This was my fantasy. This was what I dreamed about on those cold, lonely nights.

"Well?" Jenny interrupted my thoughts.

"I guess I'm ready," I looked to her to reluctantly answer. I felt my pulse racing.

"Well then, let's go," Jenny stepped inside and took me by the arm as though to give me the courage to finally go through with it. No one stood in the hallway on the opposite side of the open door, thank God, but I suppose it didn't really matter. They were all going to see me anyway. I tossed my long, dark hair over my shoulders and cautiously followed.

Except for one special invitee, according to Jenny, everyone knew me. A few were friends. Others were classmates. I already recognized one voice as my geeky lab partner from chemistry class. Jenny said she invited a dozen people who agreed to help me live out my wild little fantasy. Luckily, not all were men, as I first expected. Jenny surprised me earlier when she said all but one of the guys arrived with a date. The girlfriends and two wives apparently felt just as interested in participating as the men.

Shut Up and Fuck Me (25 January 2008)

Did you ever meet anyone that turned you on so much at first glance that you just hated him for it? OK, that sounds twisted, I know. But damn it, I'm going through life, minding my own business (for a change) and up to me walks this guy, says a polite hello...and my clit whimpered and tried to climb out of my panties. And that is just as uncomfortable as it sounds.

I gave him an ugly look and snapped something rude. He smiled at me gently and said "bad day, huh?" That REALLY pissed me off. Where the hell did he get off assuming I'm some kind of nice person the rest of the time...and oh, shit, I carried on like this for a good twenty minutes. He got more and more amused, until I just wanted to belt him one. Finally, I stalked off in a huff, heels clattering out my hostility...which really echoed nicely off the concrete in the parking garage. I slammed my purse down on the hood of my car to hunt for my car keys. That echoed, too. The little squeaking sound I made when he grabbed my arm and spun me around echoed. The crack of my palm across his face seemed to echo forever. His mouth coming down on mine, his tongue thrusting, his fingers gripping my ass...well...that didn't make any sound at all.

I struggled for a good nanosecond before I sucked his tongue with everything I had and ground my hips against the rather sizeable bulge arguing with his jeans. I have never wanted a hot, nasty fuck so much in my life. He slid a thigh between my legs and raised it slightly, and I GROUND my cunt against it. My hands were everywhere on him...his face, his hair, his shoulders, his chest...his nipples were hard, my fingertips discovered, and he liked having them pinched lightly. That made me wonder if he liked having them sucked...and I still feel bad about that nice shirt. I MEANT to unbutton it, but my left hand didn't get the message. The yank-rip-suck combination nearly made him cum in his pants. I tongued and nibbled his nipples until he gasped at me in some kind of private language. I smiled and nodded.

Night of the Intruder (23 January 2008)

Joy sat at her desk and stared at the two stacks of order logs piled before her, one on each side of her keyboard. The stack on the left contained orders she'd already entered that day, and the one on the right contained those yet to be entered.

The stack on the right was still much larger.

She sighed and looked at the clock: five minutes past seven. Everyone else had gone home for the night except her boss, whom she could hear rummaging through a file cabinet in his office. Two hard workers, working late. Joy sighed again as she looked at the work still to be done. She'd told Carl that she'd for sure have them done that day, and now she was regretting those words. Her fingers returned to the keyboard, and she got as far as the quantity ordered when her boss called to her from down the hall.

"Joy, could you come here? I need a favor of you."

"Okay, just a minute!" Oh great, what else is he going to ask me to do now? She finished entering the data for that customer, and transferred the sheet of paper from the right stack to the left. Then she rolled her chair back from her desk and got up.

Joy was eager to go home, because she was feeling quite horny!

She strode down the hall and knocked on Carl's closed door. She heard what sounded like some kind of box being dropped onto his desk, then he answered her knock. "Come on in!"

Joy opened the door and entered. Her boss was seated in his large and very comfortable-looking chair at his huge L-shaped desk. Papers, books, magazines, and other assorted items of importance to the company were scattered all over it. A Compaq 386 and a printer sat nestled amidst the turmoil on one end. On top of one pile of magazines sat a pink cardboard box.

"Yes?" Joy sat down in a chair next to the door, and waited expectantly. Her boss simply looked at her for a moment, then spoke.

The Hot Tub (21 January 2008)

Mike tugged his swimming trunks up his lean body and zipped the front of the trunks. Picking up a towel and his motel key, he opened the door and stepped out into the hall.

Suddenly, he was confronted with a vision of loveliness. A tall, statuesque brunette was coming down the hall. She was followed by a tall, well built man with short blonde hair. The woman smiled at him as they passed. Turning to watch, Mike saw that they stopped at the door next to his and the man unlocked the door with a key. They both nodded at him before they went into the room.

"Umm, some neighbor I've got," Mike thought to himself as he headed toward the elevator to take him down to the hot tub. Mike was alone on a business trip and feeling very horny. He had just returned from a late dinner and had decided to soak in the hotel hot tub before turning in. It was about 10 o'clock, and Mike figured that about 30 minutes in the hot water aught to relieve the tension he had developed during the meetings he had sat through all day.

When he reached the hot tub, located in a little glassed in building beside the swimming pool, he discovered that it was deserted. He placed his towel and key on a bench near the tub and eased himself down into the hot water. He gasped as the hot water soaked through his swim suit, causing him to involuntarily reach down and grasp his balls. He slid down neck deep in the water and sat back in the little seat, leaning back and closing his eyes as the heat soaked into his body.

"Hi, Neighbor," a sultry voice brought his eyes open with a start. Looking up, he saw the brunette and her husband standing by the tub. "May we join you?"

"Sure," he grinned at them. The brunette had on one of the skimpiest bikinis he had ever seen outside of a strip show. Her large breasts were barely covered by the two small triangles of cloth held in place by a string around her ribs and two more strings coming from the top of each triangle and tied behind her neck. The bottom of the bikini was a small wisp of cloth which barely covered her pubic area. She appeared to be about 30 or so, and her skin, and Mike could see a lot of it, was lightly tanned and flawlessly smoothe. Her husband, who also appeared to be about 30ish, wore a pair of zip up the front trunks similar to the ones Mike was wearing. He was darker than she was, and Mike was surp