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I Fucked Peeping Tom -- A Voyeur's Tale
I Fucked Peeping Tom -- A Voyeur's Tale
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*******************!!!!!!PUBLISHER WARNING!!!!!!!*********************
The contents of this book are known to cause spontaneous wetness in women and hardness in men.
This story contains shockingly explicit and sexually charged scenes.
It is NOT your mother's erotica!
Buy at your own risk (and read alone!)
EXCERPT:
Beth raises her right hand to brush back her long red hair from her face and looks up to the windows across the street, hoping someone had shared this with her. Up at the top of the apartment block and to her right, a figure sits beside the light from a desk light and she knows that he has.
Beth sat quietly in the window. She had cradled the phone between her neck and shoulder to follow her instruction and now rubbed the ache slowly with the moist fingers of her right hand.
"Thank you," said the man. "I hope I wasn't out of order."
Beth was unsure of what to say. She couldn't quite believe what she had just allowed herself to do. She was suddenly embarrassed and covered herself quickly. "I can't believe I did that," she said, biting her lip. "I didn't know ... I'm surprised at myself. You really had me going there, you pervert."
"Did you like the experience?" the man asked. "I mean you no harm ... I just wondered what would happen if I tried. You were very good. I enjoyed the experience. If you come to window in your white robe again, I'll know to phone you."
There is silence between them for a while and then Beth hears the receiver click as the man puts down his phone. She looks up to his window and is sure he is still watching.
"You made me cum," she whispers into the dead line. She holds the phone in her lap, between her shaking hands and then standing unsteadily, steps out of the light and walks back across the room, fighting the sharp prick of tears.
The contents of this book are known to cause spontaneous wetness in women and hardness in men.
This story contains shockingly explicit and sexually charged scenes.
It is NOT your mother's erotica!
Buy at your own risk (and read alone!)
EXCERPT:
Beth raises her right hand to brush back her long red hair from her face and looks up to the windows across the street, hoping someone had shared this with her. Up at the top of the apartment block and to her right, a figure sits beside the light from a desk light and she knows that he has.
Beth sat quietly in the window. She had cradled the phone between her neck and shoulder to follow her instruction and now rubbed the ache slowly with the moist fingers of her right hand.
"Thank you," said the man. "I hope I wasn't out of order."
Beth was unsure of what to say. She couldn't quite believe what she had just allowed herself to do. She was suddenly embarrassed and covered herself quickly. "I can't believe I did that," she said, biting her lip. "I didn't know ... I'm surprised at myself. You really had me going there, you pervert."
"Did you like the experience?" the man asked. "I mean you no harm ... I just wondered what would happen if I tried. You were very good. I enjoyed the experience. If you come to window in your white robe again, I'll know to phone you."
There is silence between them for a while and then Beth hears the receiver click as the man puts down his phone. She looks up to his window and is sure he is still watching.
"You made me cum," she whispers into the dead line. She holds the phone in her lap, between her shaking hands and then standing unsteadily, steps out of the light and walks back across the room, fighting the sharp prick of tears.
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