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Voyeur stories, page 11

My Father and My Husband Shared Me That Night

Taboo12 min read5,225

The dress was French-blue voile, almost transparent. My father was in front of me. My husband to the left. And the French guest still didn’t understand what was going to happen that night.

From the Attic, Without Them Knowing

Voyeur14 min read5,335

She was alone at the water’s edge when he arrived. From above, Ricardo watched them without being able to look away. What happened wasn’t for anyone else.

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