subscribe to newswinners' prizes
The best galleries that took 1st place by the monthly voting results would receive our main year prize of US $5000.
You also can win money prizes on monthly basis for three best galleries in each category! Besides, according to the results of voting that takes place every month you can get a free monthly access to our members zone! See more... |
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.
Over Your Shoulder (27 May 2009)Sitting in a second chair, I roll up behind you, out of your sight unless you turn your head completely. "So, my love, you said things are awkward when someone looks over your shoulder." You start to turn to look, but I rest a hand on your shoulder, lifting your hair with the other, kissing the back of your neck, and as always you are quickly distracted. "What if it's me that wants to watch over your shoulder?"
You groan as I flick my tongue against your neck, putty in my hands. I coax you to standing, removing your usual chair and replacing it with a padded stool, no back to separate us. For now I leave your boxers in place, though already they do little to hide your anticipation, letting you sit back down as I slide closer. My nipples brush your back and you gasp as you realize you likely wear more than I do right now. I lean a chin forward as my arms circle you, palms flattening on your skin, heat increasing between already. "Well, sweet man, what are you working on so industriously?" Your hands, sliding away from the keyboard, spring back, one pointing to the IM window as you breathlessly start to read and explain the conversation you're in, words collapsing in a rush as my hands move lower to your lap. "... and that other window, the minimized browser there ... why don't you show me what you were looking at on the internet?" My cheek resting against yours can feel the sudden rush of heated blood, the blush coloring your skin brightly. "Would that be too awkward to share with me?" I can feel the tiny twitches of your skin, your head trying to both negate and confirm, as I wait, knowing you won't be able to deny me for long. Sure enough, the mouse is moving and there it is, one of the pictures you really love. For what seems an eternity I wait, feeling your shallow breaths, the continued flush on your cheeks, the shivers as you deny yourself the touch that you are used to when you gaze upon this. Then you feel my hands in motion, slipping into the waistband of your boxers, grazing the flesh that leaps in joy at my touch, straining for more. With a quick tug, the boxers drop, you lifting off the stool briefly without thought, and your swollen member stands bare and proud. |
|