Tag Archives: Voyeurism
Watching — N.S. Faulk
He greeted me at the door, took me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom. The radio was on. A ceiling fan circulated the warm air through the room. The curtains were drawn, sparse shadows being randomly cast from the sunlight creeping around the curtains’ edges. The entire atmosphere was surreal and my [...]
Doing the Math Part 2 — Jeremy Edwards
Did you miss the first chapter of Doing the Math? Read it here. It’s a great fuckin’ party—at least in my book. But it’s not half as great as the afterparty, the intimate get-together that I know will result in Wendy. It’s 3:00 and they’re home now, and Wally’s dying to see Sharon undone. And he [...]
Garden of Perky Delights — Giselle Renarde
“Don’t look now, but there’s a naked woman over there!” Amir spun around like a dog chasing his tail. “Where?” “I said don’t look,” Maria snapped, flipping his head back to face her. “If she sees you, she’ll go somewhere else.” “Who will? What’s happening?” “She’s…” Glancing over his shoulder, Maria whispered, “Oh my god, [...]
Doing the Math Part 1 — Jeremy Edwards
Last fall, my friend Wendy figured out that she was conceived after a New Year’s Eve party. Her birthday is October 2, and at twenty-five she finally did the math. I can conjure up the whole picture. I’ve never felt anything more than platonic affection for Wendy; but her mother is an incredible MILF, and [...]
The Letter — J.
“Are you still thinking about Mark?” Grace asked Maura. She didn’t answer her right away. She just stared ahead over the bar and took a drink from her glass. “Yes,” she finally said. “Oh, come on! It’s been like a year since your divorce!” “One year today,” Maura sighed. “And I know I should be [...]
Touching Base — Jeremy Edwards
Though Cornelia and I work in different departments, I like to check in with her every day, just to touch base. Monday “Come in.” I enter. “Oh, hi, Lance. I’m just getting my nipples licked.” Paul, Cornelia’s officemate, tongues one crystal-rigid candy nub, then the other. Cornelia moans. “Do you need anything from the copy [...]
Two Girls Kissing — Giselle Renarde