V is for Voyeur
Leave it to the divine Trixie Delicious to create the perfect plate for any post. Because today I'm giving away copies of Hide & Seek, the deliriously sexy collection Rachel Kramer Bussel and I edited together. (Check out RKB's post on editing anthos, btw. I thought she summed up the job neatly.)
What do you have to do to win? Let me watch you take a shower. No. Come on. That's what Kristina Lloyd would say. What do I want? Just tell me. What was the sexiest thing you ever saw (something that you weren't necessarily supposed to see). Or, flip the coin. What did you let someone else see...?
Should I start? I have too many. But this morning, I'm thinking of the time my college roommate Lisa had sex with her boyfriend in the twin bed next to mine. He was in town from Manhattan, arrived in the middle of the night, and I woke up to them going at it. I stayed so still, so quiet, while I listened. For the rest of his visit, I moved in with my friend Jon. But right then, there was nothing appropriate for me to do except fake sleep. If I got up and left, they'd know I was awake. I just stayed, quiet, hearing her sighs, hearing him moan, trying not to sigh or moan myself. Trying to remember not to hold my breath, but to breathe slow and steady, as if lost in dreams. Which, in a way, I guess I was.Now you...
XXX,
Alison
posted by Alison Tyler at 6:30 AM
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I was working on a fire crew. We'd just gotten off the line and had our first shower in two weeks. The dirt was so caked into my skin that I practically had to take my flesh off to remove it. I waited in line for an hour for a three-minute cold shower. I had to keep scrubbing even when the water shut off. But when I got out, I felt like a shiny pink shell pulled from the sea. I shared a tent with two crew members, a girl and a guy. For once the tent didn't smell like stank. They went at it right away, like animals. I did the same thing Alison wrote about -- the breathing trick, but how could they think I was really asleep? I wish I could say I was invited to join them, but I remained a quivering shadow. I slid my fingers into my sweet-smelling pussy and fucked myself right along with them. We all came at the same time of course, and by then our breathing, all of our breathing, had become ragged and panting...and syncronized.
god, i think km wins! does she win? whew. i think she should. is it hot in here?
i have (sadly) never been present when others were going at it. isn't that odd? i must rectify that. i have been on the other end. having sex while somone else was right there, with a perfect visual shot of us on the floor fucking like animals, as he pretended to sleep on the sofa. and it is the breathing that gives it away. no one holds their breath while they sleep. but he was. holding his. until we were done.
xoxo
s
Wow, I have so many stories of walking in on people doing it and a quite few of people watching me.
My first was when I was 14. I was horse back riding with a friend on Long Island and one of the bridle trails went very near the back yard of a house. Well, the horses were only walking at that moment and we heard some noises from the yard. We both looked over and there was a couple, naked, screwing like crazy and my girlfriend and I just watched for a while. It was really hot and frankly, I thought it beautiful, but then one of the horses neighed and they saw us, so we took off.
I often lived in communal houses and one night my boyfriend and I were going at it when one of our house mates opened the door on us. He didn’t say anything and we didn’t say anything to him but my boyfriend and I acknowledged to each other with a look that he was in the room. We pretended that he hadn’t come in and kept doing what we were doing.
I thought our house mate would just leave, but he quietly stepped in the room and watched us and we just kept doing our thing. After a while I looked over at him and smiled and he smiled back, while we were still going at at. Just after I orgasmed I heard the door close and he was gone.
I remember thinking it all very strange because I not only wasn’t embarrassed but I was rather enjoying that he was there and getting off on us. The next day we all pretended that nothing had ever happened the night before.
The first erect penis I ever saw I wasn't supposed to see. I was on a school trip, probably 13 or 14, looking out the bus window at the passing cars and a guy passed the bus who had his dick out and was stroking it while he was driving. I remember being surprised how dark it was. I always wondered if anyone else on the bus saw it and just didn't say anything either.
As an (almost) innocent eighteen year old, the shortest man I ever knew, with the biggest dick I ever had, fucked me on a living room couch with his best friend watching, standing cross armed, feigning indifference in the doorway. Like, he was pretending to be asleep? ; )
You girls have never joined in?
One year I was flying during the dreaded Christmas travel crush and for reasons long forgotten my late night flight was replaced by one early the next morning. It was just a few hours so rather than dealing with going home and returning, which would have taken about half the time I had to wait, I decided to brave the airport for an overnight stay.
Everyone knows today's topic so there is no need to beat around the bush about what happened next. A little while after I settled into a seat, a young couple took the spot on the floor at my feet and in short order they were, well, coupling. I was tired so I was not very active but I was neither sleeping nor feigning sleep. They simply did not seem to care that I and a dozen other people, who were either sleeping or pretending to sleep, were there. I did, however, have the best seat in the house. To their credit and my disappointment they were quiet about it but for all their discretion I was bumped in the leg a few times. Sorry for the opening tease but that was the extent of my participation. Still, it was more than most.
JT
Funny, I wrote a post about auditory voyerism this week. It's happened to me twice. Awoken from a sound sleep after hearing other's fucking, nothing but paper thin walls standing in between hotel bedrooms.
Both experiences were extremely erotic. No visual, you can only hear them, so you have to use your imagination: How are they doing it? Were they riven with passion; ripping one another's clothes off? Did they make it to the bed, or are they both on the stained, carpet floor below?
The only time I had to pretend to be sleeping while people around me were fucking, was my Senior After Prom. It's 4:00 a.m., I'm wiped out. I needed sleep. There were six of us that shared a room; three couples. Two people were going at on the bed across from where I was trying like hell to sleep, another couple was the floor below having sex... Good Lord, I wanted to die. Where was my date? Who knows? Passed out in the hot tub probably.
NB
I will be back in a moment with the winners—I have to go upstairs to the porn closet to count how many copies I have to give away! Because, damn, these are sweet.
XXX,
Alison
Hey again,
Okay, so I have five to give away, and the books go to: KM, JT, Madame Butterfly, Neve Black, and Isabel.
You know the drill. Email me with your snail mail address: msalisontyler at yahoo dot com.
Cheers,
AT
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