"Connie joins her neighbors for more fun under the sun."
I could not help but glance at Bruce’s large flaccid cock, coated in our love juices as we walk hand in hand to his yard for more fun in the sun.He opens the gate and there is Pamela, standing on...
"Connie watches her neighbors and gets a surprise."
I have spied on Pamela and her husband Bruce, who are both in their early forties, having sex in their back yard for some time. A space in our fence wide enough allows me to see the action on their...
"Will my Neighbor be willing to meet me, and what will happen if she is?"
As I awoke in the morning, I thought of all of the things I had done with my new gift. I thought briefly that maybe by staying invisible so often might have adverse affects on my body.“Screw it,” I thought...
"He wants to see her play with herself... and she wants to show him!"
Anne headed to the bedroom, scrambling in her eagerness. Before she left, I had given her instructions on what she was to do and as she walked, she thought about how best to accomplish it. I had caught her dead...
"Spying on my neighbor I see all kinds of things I have never even thought of before..."
I now know that I am the luckiest person on the earth. Some would say that a gift like mine should be used for good and not abused etc... Blah blah blah... We are only human and are on this...
"Who says there's no such thing as perfection?"
"Leggings are not pants." My wife, 5'10" tall in her bare feet, with perhaps the longest legs on the planet, often used that expression when confronted by one or more young women whose shape was not suited for such a revealing garment. ...
"The beginning of all of the adventures! This is how it all starts..."
Quite by accident I found myself in an interesting situation. A friend and I were working on a short film for our film class. It was supposed to be a spoof on the whole Dr. Frankenstein thing. My house had...
"He came home to find his wife entertaining herself - and he had to watch!"
I walked through the door after arriving home late from work across town. The drive home had taken twice as long as usual. "Damn road construction" I thought as I pulled into the driveway. The past winter here in Boston...
Next time it’s my turn.Hard to shake the words from my thoughts as I lay on top of the rumpled covers, the back of my head sunk into my pillow as I stared at the ceiling, trying not to think...
