A moment of voyeurism
It’s early and there are only a few people that have settled in with friends. I’m enjoying my martini and watching the woman that, by happenstance, come into view. I write at the back of the bar and have full view of those who come in or decide to stay out on the patio — a beautiful blonde looking for a drink and a quiet place to read just asked for a seat. I smile as I ask myself if I’d fuck her.
Buying sex toys
She was matter of fact with her questions about harnesses and dildo size and was very attentive as the young woman demonstrated how everything fit together; it was obvious the couple wasn’t upgrading but trying something for the first time. They would talk but it seemed he was deferring to her; not in a submissive way but rather as an observer
Museum Erotica
I found myself awake and staining to hear — the rhythmic sound of a bed and moans of pleasure were soft but distinct. I listened to the sound of her pleasure and its interruption by muffled conversation and soft laughter. Before any disappointment could set in, they would return to the sounds of pleasure